Rosalind paused for a moment, then quickly grasped the key point:
"You mean, they can... cross the sea?"
"You've finally figured out the key to the problem, sister."
Hall clapped his hands and laughed again:
"Get ready, the conflict is about to begin again!"
"Okay, I understand."
Rosalind nodded:
Is there anything else?
"There is none left."
The Blood Corpse said this, but its actions became increasingly arrogant.
He not only put both legs on the table in front of him, but even stacked them together; if his legs were any longer, they would probably have stretched out in front of Rosalind.
Hall feigned ignorance of his rudeness, but his tone remained quite polite:
Goodbye, Rosalind.
The elegant lady across the long table nodded slightly.
Goodbye, Hall.
The moment the words left his mouth, a fierce gust of wind appeared out of nowhere in the room, and the Blood Corpse that Hall was possessing, the chair under the Blood Corpse, and most of the wooden table in front of it all vanished instantly without leaving a trace.
The wooden table, having lost its central section, seemed to experience a network lag on both sides, taking a moment to tilt towards the center before crashing to the ground without making a sound.
Rosalind sat back in her high-backed chair, the gaping maw in her abdomen slowly closing, returning beneath her elaborate and ornate aristocratic gown.
Only Rosalind remained in the palace-like wooden tower, accompanied by a faint yet rhythmic chewing sound.
After an unknown amount of time, a new order was transmitted from the moving palace at the very center of the vampire army to all directions. The order was:
Full speed ahead!
Eternal Domain, Twin Kings Palace.
"... That's right, Your Majesty. He's been insisting on seeing you for a while now, and nothing we've done has worked. Perhaps it really is something important."
A tall, heavily armored chieftain knelt on one knee before the throne, earnestly reporting the unusual events that had just occurred.
"Is that so..."
The King of Domination on his throne, frowned in confusion.
Since she and the Immortal King used a secret technique to obtain a portion of the Hall's True Blood, she has no longer cared about her brother's life or death.
Anyway, she knew that Hall definitely had other bodies active elsewhere, so even if she killed this body of his, it wouldn't affect the overall situation.
On the contrary, sparing his life might yield some other benefits.
Since killing him is not an option, imprisonment is the only remaining choice.
In fact, the King of Domination had prepared a very good retirement home for his brothers and sisters: it was surrounded by high walls on all sides, and sunlight couldn't get in. Everyone also had their own room, which was very suitable for vampires.
Moreover, the two "former" vampire grand dukes, Antos and Adelaide, have already moved in there. Having only retained their marquis-like power, they now live a carefree but boring retirement life there every day.
But that place was not suitable for the Hall, or rather, not suitable for the Hall in his current state.
It would be absolutely unwise to throw one of the Hall's clones into that prison before all of them have been captured.
With the Hall's communication skills, the imprisoned Grand Duke was able to make contact with the outside world.
This is tantamount to giving serious criminals in prison a walkie-talkie. Although it won't be of much use in escaping, there's always someone who can come up with some unexpected schemes.
Therefore, after much deliberation, His King of Domination built a separate dungeon for his brother Hall. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of seamless, ultra-thick metal plates, and the only path leading to the outside world was heavily guarded.
Even Hall himself was bound to a bed made entirely of metal.
Having done all this, the King of Domination was finally at ease to let his brother be properly reformed and return to being a ghost. Since then, there had been no news of the Hall for some time.
But I never expected him to cause such a commotion today.
The King of Domination recalled the character of his brother--
Hall, who possesses the abilities to " Cultivation " and " Harvest " and can communicate with all his bodies in real time, is a guy who is very good at taking advantage of situations.
He rarely stirs up trouble himself, but he is adept at using situations to create chaos and profit from it.
The fact that this guy would take the initiative to ask to see me can only mean that something has happened that I don't know about.
If we can peel back the layers and discard the fabricated elements in the Hall's words, then what remains should be the truth.
Thinking of this, the King of Domination finally spoke, addressing the heavily armored guards who were still waiting in formation:
"Bring him to see me."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
A dozen minutes later, a man dressed in straitjackets and blindfolded was strapped to a makeshift wheelchair and brought into the main hall of the Twin Kings Palace.
Although he was blind, he seemed to sense something, and as soon as the wheelchair stopped, he shouted loudly:
Have we arrived? Have we arrived?
" Vanessa, my dear sister, no, Your Majesty! Great King of Domination, are you there?"
The King of Domination, Grand Duchess Vanessa, who " Domination " the throne, made a barely audible "tsk" sound, but her tone remained as cold as ever:
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
"Your Majesty, I have just learned an important piece of information from my other clones."
"Explain."
"I've located Rosalind and been able to confirm her next destination."
"Oh? Where does she want to go?"
Although the King of Domination's tone remained cold, Hall could still detect a subtle rise in pitch at the end of her words.
He knew that his younger sister was interested.
Hall quickly continued:
"There's hardly anything left to eat in the northern part of the Demon Realm, near the ice plains, but you know our dear sister—she never lets herself go hungry."
"So next, Rosalind will lead her vampire army to raid the central and southern parts of the Demon Realm."
" The Demon Realm has rugged terrain, and there aren't many easy paths; you only know the few you're familiar with."
"It wouldn't be difficult to ambush her, especially for you."
Vanessa, seated on the throne, pondered for a moment, then asked:
So Rosalind is going to break the rules and go south for food this year?
"What about Wens and York? Will they agree?"
"What good would it do if they disagreed?"
Hall smiled and asked in return:
" The Wens Lineage can be scraped from the soil with vitality; its survival ability is beyond doubt."
"As for York —he's the weakest of us in direct combat."
"One of them didn't want to compete with Rosalind, and the other couldn't compete with Rosalind."
"I reckon they'll either lead their legion north to live a hard life for a while, or they'll come to your territory and pull off a big heist."
"Then I think they don't want to live anymore."
"Okay, then we'll rule out that latter possibility."
Hall wanted to shrug, but he simply didn't have that function.