Respected Black Witch... one of these boxes took up an entire carriage.
They looked a little like coffins, but were larger than ordinary coffins.
The material of the entire black box looked like stone.
But the frosted texture on the surface was very pronounced.
This was a phenomenon caused by visible mana particles.
It could be said that it was entirely because of this layer of mana particles that it had an anti-magic effect.
How to put it?
The design of the whole black box gave off a simple, crude feeling.
That made Lan Qingyou think of the designs of the anti-air and protective Magic Arrays over at the Teleportation Hall.
Could they have been made by the same person?
Or was The Order now fond of this kind of simple, crude design philosophy?
Lan Qingyou did not understand, nor did she want to.
After all, this thing was far too low-grade.
Understanding it would only drag down her own class.
So.
Lan Qingyou waved her hand.
The black box was instantly shattered by purple mana.
Revealing the thing imprisoned inside.
It was a person.
This person had their eyes closed, their hands overlapped and crossed over their chest.
They looked as if they were asleep.
However, the Gothic black formalwear on the other party, as well as the sharp fangs showing at the corners of their mouth, were all declaring their race.
"Mm... so it was a Vampire..."
Lan Qingyou glanced somewhat disappointedly at this Vampire, whose strength was roughly around Marquis level.
Then she flew over to another carriage.
In the end, after Lan Qingyou shattered the black boxes on the next few carriages, what was revealed inside were all Vampires as well.
"What is this? Did you people go and poke a Vampire nest?"
Utterly disappointed, Lan