A Bloody Banquet!

Alice was stunned, because she saw something she would never have dreamed of.

The vampire was wielding a mithril weapon, yet he was completely unaffected?

Are you kidding me?

Why is this? It's all thanks to 008's latest evolution.

His ability, known as the Philosopher's Stone, allows him to understand and analyze mithril, adapt to it, and no longer fear it!

Moreover, it's not just mithril; 008 will soon be able to analyze the antibodies against ultraviolet rays, at which point even sunlight will be a joke.

That's what makes his new ability so terrifying, and the fastest way to analyze it is to be attacked in person!

For example, if 008 is constantly exposed to the sun, the analysis process will be accelerated infinitely!

For this reason alone, Alice was already captivated.

He's right, 008 is a vampire without weaknesses, and he's even more powerful than her!

"Please... let me... become like you, I'm willing to pay any price."

Alice then knelt down on one knee. It was unprecedented for one True Ancestor to submit to another.

But just as 008 wished, he turned the vampire into a vampire, making her Blood Clan power in this world work for 008.

It's like someone has already prepared the wedding dress for him, and he's just waiting to take it over.

008 reached out and lifted Alice's chin, looking into her blood-red pupils. A glint flashed in 008's blood-red pupils.

A red light shone, Alice's true appearance was revealed!

She was extremely ugly, with long, pointed ears and skin as pale as a dead person; she didn't look human at all.

It seems that all vampires in this world are like this; any beauty or glamour is just a disguise.

Ugly.

A bloody light shone from 008's chest, near his heart. He placed his hand on Alice's head, and the transformation began.

This is not an ordinary transformation ritual, but an equivalent transformation and reconstruction.

Alice's body was dissolved into blood, and her muscles and bones were drawn into Silk Thread and began to rebuild themselves!

The conversion process took less than three minutes.

The extracted matter reassembled and was molded into a human face, no longer as ugly as before, but truly possessing a beautiful appearance.

Alice was both surprised and delighted to have been reborn!

She felt her immense power at that moment, able to control her blood without magic, without cultivation, without settling down, and in its optimal state from birth!

At that moment, Alice felt that all the magic she had painstakingly cultivated over the years was a joke.

What she cultivated throughout her life was something others were born with.

But this also undoubtedly demonstrates the power of the person behind 008.

Alice now believes that Blood Clan is a god, or even above the gods!

"You just said you're willing to do anything, right?"

Alice lowered her head. "Yes, I'm willing to do anything."

008 raised his hand and pointed inside the house, where a man was hanging upside down from the ceiling.

He was the owner of this manor, a duke, who has now become Blood Clan.

A hole was made in his head, from which blood flowed continuously, gradually filling the cup below.

"Let the nobles and the king of the kingdom drink this blood-brewed wine."

Alice stepped into the room, and the scene before her eyes immediately widened her pupils!

There was not only a duke hanging from the ceiling, but also nearly a hundred nobles who had been transformed into the Blood Clan. They were all hanging upside down, blood flowing from their heads!

Below were countless cups, all filled with a blood-like viscous liquid!

What a horrible and terrifying scene this was! Alice, as a True Ancestor, had never seen anything like it.

Thick streams of blood flowed downwards, and the rafters were covered with gruesome corpses!

If there truly is a hell in this world, it must be this place!

"Can I ask one last time, what exactly is your purpose in doing this?"

"For the sake of rule?"

The True Ancestor walked up behind her and said, "Madam, I have brought you a valuable survival skill from a distant other world."

Don't be curious.

External threats are never real dangers.

Fortresses crumble from within. No matter how powerful the Frost King's army is, he cannot destroy the Aaron Empire unless he defeats the Holy Sword Achilles.

However, if corruption occurs within the Aaron Empire, no matter how many Achilles there are, they will be powerless to reverse it.

Achilles received a request from the church to deal with the Frost King.

He heard that the matter had escalated to a terrifying scale, and he had no choice but to take action.

And the scale was far larger and more terrifying than he had imagined.

After dealing with the wights in the Golden City with some soldiers and church personnel, he began to pursue the source of it all: the Frost King.

They pursued him all the way to the northern border, to the wastelands beyond.

Because he was wary of what lay beneath the Endless Wasteland, Achilles did not continue the pursuit and instead intercepted the White Walkers here.

The Frost King first arrived here, appearing on this very wasteland.

He didn't know what lay beneath the wasteland, but Achilles knew that a sleeping Ancient God resided there.

That was an existence even older than his great-great-grandfather.

Achilles wasn't sure if he could defeat it, but he also didn't need to fight it.

Avoid fighting the Ancient God possible, since none of Ancient God are easy to deal with.

"That's enough for now. Keep the defensive line open and don't let those things cross the northern border."

On the other side, in the Endless Wasteland.

The Frost King sat on his throne, which was made of ice, deep in thought, wondering how to deal with the Holy Sword.

First and foremost, it is known that the opponent's combat strength definitely exceeds that of a fourth-tier opponent.

But according to the logic of this world, no matter how strong his attack is, his physical body and defense must not be very strong.

The Frost King's logic is actually correct; Achilles' physical body must not be strong.

He compensated for his speed by relying on the Winged Horse; his own speed didn't seem to be that fast.

The Frost King didn't sense that his physical body was particularly strong; it was probably only comparable to a fourth-tier body.

Of course, it's also possible for it to be even worse.

However, there is one tricky thing: Achilles has a layer of something like protective magic on him.

That defense is very high; at least the Frost King can't break through it.

The wasteland before us was now covered in snow, no longer resembling what it looked like when we first arrived.

When I first arrived, the place was littered with animal and human skeletons.

The surrounding area was desolate, not quite a desert, but almost barren, with dry soil.

There is only this one mountain within a hundred miles.

Frost King casually kicked the skeleton at his feet away, but unexpectedly, two green flames suddenly flickered in the skeleton's pupils!

"Ahem, my friend, you seem to be in trouble. Do you need any help?"

The Frost King looked at the skull before him; the voice was coming from within the skeleton.

"What are you talking about?"

I can't understand it at all.