In this world, powerful beings were always afforded special treatment. As a pureblood vampire directly descended from the Third True Vampire, even the factions she had slaughtered dared not refuse to show the Third True Vampire respect.
Thus, this "Songstress of Tragedy" had been sent to the Prison Barrier on the Island of the Gods to reform herself. Yet after all these years, the Prison Barrier had not brought her to her senses. Instead, her personality had only grown more twisted.
"Little girl, hand over that bitch Nangong Natsuki, and I can give you a dignified death!"
"Target confirmed. Executing command."
Just as Asztarte was about to control her Familiar to attack the woman, a thorned whip suddenly appeared in the scantily clad vampire's hand.
Aoba Asagi's pupils contracted as she recognized that Familiar.
"Asztarte, be careful! That whip can control people's minds!"
"Oh ho ho~ The little girl knows quite a lot~ Unfortunately, it's already too late!"
With a crack, the vampiric woman lashed the thorned whip against the ground. The objects acting as thorny spikes rapidly grew, climbing up the walls. Countless purplish-red tentacles blanketed the entire wall, and before the guards could react, the spreading tentacles coiled around their pant legs one after another.
The tentacles manipulated their nerves through their clothing, causing the guards to collectively turn their guns around and attack Asztarte's Familiar.
Asztarte's Familiar in its "Gundam" form was enormous. The magic guns in the guards' hands fired bullets engraved with magical patterns. Though they left no visible damage on the "Gundam," they were constantly draining Asztarte's magical power.
Asztarte naturally did not want to hurt the guards, so she could only defend passively and silently endure the bombardment of magical bullets.
"Miss Aoba, I suggest that you run."
"Run? Can we even get