Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 532 - 311: Angel and Demon

However, what appeared before him was by no means the giant rat he envisioned falling into a granary.

Instead, it was like the Empress born from this sea of blood.

Her expression was arrogant, without a hint of guilt from being caught by the owner, she said loudly:

"Standing before you is the Blood-Clad Princess of the Blood Royal Court, a direct descendant of the ancestor of thousands of bloodlines of the Cepesh Family, heir to the Tyrant Bloodline, protector of Hunyad and Galati (place names in Transylvania), Her Highness Furinjira Cepesh. If a filthy and foul-smelling lowly being like you kneels down immediately to kiss my toe, I might consider continuing to tolerate the existence of your despicable life."

Furinjira, wearing a Bloodthorn Crown, had milk-white skin covered with blood-red totems exuding a wild aura, raised her exquisite and petite chin, looking down haughtily at the owner there to capture the thief.

Even her originally petite body seemed to grow much in an instant, adding a touch of gracefulness.

"Damn, despicable and shameless thief!"

"How dare you?"

The vampire’s pale face turned ashen with rage; he had never seen such a brazen thief, clearly stealing his power but carrying an air of righteous calm, bestowing charitably from above.

As if he were a lowly beggar and the other party an exalted royal condescendingly deigning to speak with him.

"Answer me, how did you break in?"

He genuinely didn’t understand.

As a fellow user of Blood Magic Power, he wasn’t surprised that she could manipulate the magic source he stored, but he was astonished by the fact that she could break through various spatial barriers and enter the most secretive place of his little world.

"Your door wasn’t locked, naturally, I just came right in."

Furinjira mocked scornfully.

The action of drawing the power of the magic source, however, seemed deliberately provocative, becoming increasingly exaggerated.

"Stop, stop, give me back my power!"

The vampire let out a piercing scream, with intense waves of sound filled with strong malice in the sea of blood, surging fiercely at Furinjira with countless malevolent evil spirits caught within.

"An enhanced version of the Banshee’s Wail? Can’t you come up with anything new?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Furinjira laughed disdainfully, and at the moment the sound waves reached her, a blood barrier appeared, causing ripples.

But this was certainly the vampire’s furious killing move, causing the blood barrier to waver greatly, almost shattering and collapsing.

She tilted her head slightly, with a sneer she said: "Thanks for the Blood Magic Source you worked so hard to accumulate for me; otherwise, it might have taken some effort to take this blow of yours."

Only then did the vampire realize that this despicable and brazen female thief was almost impossible to kill, like him, before exhausting the Blood Magic Source. He had to reclaim his magic source!

His body rapidly expanded.

His ribs rose high, shoulders lifted, stretching forward.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a monster exuding a grim, deathly aura, like skinned, with a pair of huge fleshy wings.

Numerous blood-colored tentacles grew from its body, diving beneath the Sea of Blood manifested by Blood Magic Power, madly vying for control of the Blood Magic Power with Furinjira.

Nevertheless, even like this, the vampire could only find with horror that he could regain less than half control of the Blood Magic Power from her, and even this half-control was rapidly tilting in her favor.

Because he not only had to fight against Furinjira but also constantly infuse magic source power into the barrier of the little world, to counter the fierce attacks of a Female Knight wielding a Divine Artifact like an angel.

Otherwise, before he reclaimed his magic source, the Female Knight would have reached him with the Divine Artifact in hand.

"Even a lowly being like you dares to seize my Blood Magic Source."

Furinjira sneered coldly, spreading her arms: "Blood, welcome your Queen."

The next moment, the sea of blood boiled.

Endless Blood Magic Power surged madly toward Furinjira.

Sharp bone spurs pierced through her flesh, clattering, forming White Bone Armor.

A Longsword made of blood appeared in front of her, with a ghastly white eyeball at the hilt staring fixedly at the vampire, filled with mockery and disdain.

In the blink of an eye, with the support of the abundant Blood Magic Power, she entered the state of a "Half Tyrant."

The sea of blood was boiling.

Bubbling faces appeared with the bubbling, souls filled with resentment and unwillingness, making the entire sea of blood indistinguishable from a true blood-soaked purgatory.

The vampire only felt the pressure he was under growing increasingly intense.

It gritted its teeth tightly, squeezing out a few obscure syllables.

The next moment.

Souls gathered like countless rivers flowing into the sea before it, transforming into a Sword of Death with a shroud of negative aura—it realized that in the realm of Blood Magic Power, it could not possibly surpass Furinjila.

The only possibility of breaking the deadlock lay in another power it held.

The Power of Death.

"Go to Hell, you bastard!"

The Death Longsword swung downward.

Like a scythe harvesting lives, each soul emitted a piercing scream on the blade’s edge.

"Dust returns to dust."

"Earth returns to earth."

Furinjila chanted spells in a low voice, as her Blood Magic Power was consumed wildly, creating a temporary depression in the blood sea beneath her feet, which quickly swelled back into a gigantic vortex.

The souls entwined around the Death Longsword dispersed and shattered one by one, while the death power emanating from it rapidly diminished.

By the time it reached Furinjila, it merely embedded a part of the blood barrier before dissipating powerlessly.

Furinjila’s lips curled into a sneer filled with mockery.

"The domain of death is mastered by very few in the Royal Court, yet lowly scum like you, even if you accidentally step foot in it, are far from being able to use it openly—such power, do you have the audacity to use it against the enemy?"

"Without borrowing some Treasures, standing on the shoulders of the ancients, you’ve merely caught a glimpse of the mysteries of death; do you think you’ve truly become a god controlling death? Your achievements in the realm of death fall far short compared to that big idiot with the Shield."

Faced with such venomous ridicule, the Vampire’s mental state had already reached the breaking point.

It could even sense the small world collapsing due to insufficient supply of Blood Magic Power.

And yet, in a short time, it could not possibly defeat this despicable, disgraceful thief.

Death seemed destined to be its end.

Furinjila dared not relax a bit at this moment.

She knew her own strengths, and this Vampire’s aptitude within the domain of death was far from shallow as she claimed—otherwise, she wouldn’t have had to pay such a hefty price to enter here.

"Even if I die."

"I’ll drag you down with me!"

Rage distorted its face into a terrifying grotesque.

Within the blood sea, the souls it imprisoned for god knows how many years surged towards it, and the Blood Magic Power it controlled no longer spared any effort to maintain the small world.

All the power converged into its being.

The terrifying aura was so overwhelming that even Furinjila, accustomed to witnessing the giants of the Blood Royal Court, felt a fear that she might have played too recklessly.

But she stubbornly refused to admit defeat, relentlessly exploiting the Blood Magic Source stolen from her opponent while sneering, "Lowly as you are, no matter how furious you become, what can you do to me?"

"Kill you!"

"Devour you!"

The Vampire roared in madness.

It had not completely lost reason, but the remnant of its rationality informed it that this lowly and filthy Vampire stood no comparison with the opponent, who was noble from head to toe, even their Blood Magic Power brimmed with vitality, akin to dung versus gold.

"Face judgment, sinner."

A high, resonant shout suddenly rang out.

Like a drop of water into a boiling pot, the entire Blood Sea World erupted once more.

On the golden Holy Spear, countless inscribed divine scripts simultaneously radiated endless light.

The Angel spread golden wings, facing the figure with wings bathed in blood, resembling a scarlet Queen, a scene akin to a world-famous painting of Angels and Demons.

Ultimately.

The Blood Blade and Holy Spear collided, piercing through the Vampire’s body simultaneously.

At this moment, the collision and fierce clash of two opposing powers created a violent impact, causing the Vampire’s formidable "Undying Body" to disintegrate in one breath, turning to ashes and scattering into the wind.