The Resurrected Vampire Princess Meets a Crushing Defeat (5.1K) (continued)
After a brief exchange of ideas, Mary ultimately decided to follow them.
She wanted to see what the boy was up to.
If he really intends to kill Lady Elizabeth...
Although Mary was struggling internally, just like she had when she guarded her eternally sleeping master.
But that is Lady Elizabeth's wish, and she will absolutely restrain herself and will not stop her!
When they reached the top of the tower, they finally met the main character—
"Crimson!!!"
Mary uttered the man's name with hatred in her voice.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be here too. It's been a long time, Mary."
Crimson greeted his old acquaintance with the grace of a gentleman.
"Unfortunately, you're too late. The former [Blood Queen] will reappear on this blood moon night, bringing the world the terror of blood!"
He was standing beside the coffin, gently stroking the surface of the coffin lid, his eyes filled with extreme fanaticism.
He still vividly remembers that scene from a thousand years ago, even today.
Humans are nothing but food, destined to be ruled by vampires and trampled underfoot!
"Crimson, I absolutely promise you will not allow yourself to disturb Elizabeth Majesty's rest!"
"Hehehehe... Do you still have that kind of strength now?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Mary, who had drawn her sword and charged toward Crimson, was stopped by two vampire officers serving on either side of her.
There's nothing we can do about it; it's just that sad.
Once one of the progenitor's right-hand women, she is now only a fraction of her former strength and is no match for these vampire executives.
At that moment, Crimson had already pushed open the coffin lid.
A skeleton lay in the very center of the coffin.
Crimson carefully lifted one of the objects out with both hands.
It was an object that shone with a silvery-white color, like a sacred relic, with a sparkling ruby set in the center.
"Ah... it's been so long, my dear Queen. The feast of blood has been prepared for you, and now we await your awakening!"
The object Crimson is holding is none other than the heart of Queen Elizabeth.
After thousands of years, all that remained of the sleeping ancestor was this heart and its uncorrupted bones.
However, as long as the heart is intact and fresh blood is poured on it again, the progenitor can be resurrected and return to the world!
They were vampires... no, I should say the progenitors of vampires, the ultimate beings who were immortal and ageless.
"I'm telling you, how long are you going to keep ignoring me?"
Just as Crimson was indulging in his dream of Queen Elizabeth's resurrection and world domination, a voice shattered his illusions.
Turning his head, he saw Mahiro, who had arrived accompanied by the Snow Woman, looking at him with furrowed brows.
"A perfectly good boss battle, and then it gets ignored like this? Even I'd be unhappy about that."
Upon hearing this, Mary, who had been pinned to the ground by the two cadres, was immediately jolted awake.
Yes, and this person too, if it's this person...
"Please stop Crimson! Do not let him place the heart inside the sacrifice's body! If Lady Elizabeth is resurrected under the Red Moon, the whole world will be plunged into endless fear!!!"
Mary screamed at the top of her lungs.
"You heard that? She told me to stop you."
"Hehe..."
Crimson smiled dismissively, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Humans are nothing but the lowest of livestock. Do you think you can change anything just by relying on that mother fox?"
Livestock should act like livestock!
"Well..."
With a soft sigh, Mahiro suddenly disappeared from Crimson's sight.
"I don't really know what livestock look like. Could you demonstrate it for me?"
The voice came from behind!
Crimson's throat tightened, and his pupils dilated slightly, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Then my gaze began to shift.
During the process, he saw his own headless corpse.
He was beheaded?
That's right, he was beheaded.
With Mahiro a hand chop, Makoto easily tore Crimson's neck apart without even using weapons or magic.
"Hey? They're holding on really tight."
He tried to snatch the heart from the headless corpse's hand, but the corpse's hand was gripping it tightly, and he couldn't remove it at all.
"What a hassle."
Tear it apart!
Mahiro swung his hand again, severing the opponent's wrist at the root, and finally the heart was in his hands.
It's unbelievable that the heart of the progenitor of vampires is some kind of sacred relic...
Well, it's not a big difference.
"Damn it, give me back the Queen's heart!!!"
A loud shout suddenly interrupted Mahiro of the heart.
Feifei's swirling head seemed to revert to its original form, as if time had reversed, and even the severed wrist and blood flowed back into the body.
The next second.
Thump!
Crimson's body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a pillar at the top of the tower, sending up a cloud of dust.
"Fool... The vampires under the 'Red Moon' are the strongest! This little injury is nothing..."
"Keep him quiet."
Swish--
Suddenly, a golden figure leaped up from below the tower, its slender sword piercing Crimson's heart and severing his head.
The curse-like poison spread rapidly across Crimson's body.
"How is that possible...?"
Crimson stared in terror at the slender, dark figure that appeared before him.
"Who exactly are you people?!"
He was astonished to see that a pair of pointed ears were hidden beneath that long, flowing blond hair!
Could it be an elf?!
But why are elves here?!
"We are the Shadow Garden, lurking in the shadows, hunting sinners," Alpha said coldly, glancing at the still-speaking head that had rolled to his feet.
"Shadow... courtyard..."
This became Crimson's last memory before his death.
Mary, who had been pinned to the ground, had been rescued by Epsilon.
Two magical arrows fell from the sky and pierced the vampire executive's heart.
However, Mary had just gotten up from the ground and before she could even thank them, she saw Mahiro place the Queen's heart on the coffin lid.
At the same time, she softly called out:
"Est."
A beam of light appeared, condensing into a weapon in his hand—
"A spear...?"
Mahiro looked at the spear shaft engraved with elven runes and the spearhead radiating a cold steel hue, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
It's obvious that this is another instance of Est throwing a tantrum.
Because he didn't summon her using proper incantations.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it works."
Mahiro picked up the spear and pointed the tip at his fingertips.
That's right, he wasn't aiming at the ruby at the heart's core, but at his own hand!
Upon seeing this, Mary cried out in alarm, "Wait... wait! What are you doing?! Stop it!!!"
She was about to rush forward when a metal fan was pressed against her throat.
The Snow Woman was watching her with a smile, and slowly began to speak:
"I don't know why my master values you so much and hasn't killed you like other vampires, but please keep quiet from now on, otherwise... I won't be as gentle as my master."
The gentle tone was full of threat.
"Wait... please don't do that! If Lady Elizabeth were to be resurrected under the blood moon, that would be the worst possible scenario!"
Mary tried her best to stop it in the chaos.
But she was met with an even tougher attitude.
"How could you possibly understand the thoughts of our lord?!"
The one who spoke was Epsilon, who grabbed Mary's wrist and used magic to weave handcuffs to lock her firmly in place.
"The desolate landscape in our Lord's eyes is something even we cannot reach."
Mary: "..."
She clenched her teeth, feeling that this group of people were a bunch of lunatics!
Just as she was anxiously pondering what to do next, a sudden whiff of blood reached her nose.
It smells so sweet...
Mary's eyes widened slightly.
The sweetness of this blood was incomparable to any other kind of blood; just a whiff of it was enough to trigger her bloodlust!
She looked up and saw that Mahiro had pricked his finger, and a trickle of blood from his fingertip slowly dripped onto Lady Elizabeth's heart.
That smell came from his blood!
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops...
The blood dripped faster and faster, like a faucet being turned on, which felt strangely similar to the ability of [Water Dragon Possession: Black Horselin] to manipulate liquids.
"You ate quite a lot."
Mahiro looked at the heart that was constantly drawing blood from him and couldn't help but smile.
Thump--
Thump--
The heart, stained with blood, began to beat again, and under his gaze, it transformed into a scarlet flower bud.
This is a sign of recovery.