Thinking of this, Rosalind was suddenly filled with rage and her evil intentions were aroused.
The Blood Worm's tail suddenly lashed out, propelling its body forward to bite at the large fish.
However, the large fish seemed to sense the ripples in the water. It flicked its tail and accelerated instantly, then turned back and opened its mouth, swallowing Rosalind whole.
After a hearty meal, the Claw Fish flicked its tail and swam away contentedly.
A moment later, a fish carcass, gnawed down to bones, floated in the water, while Rosalind, having eaten her fill and feeling somewhat satisfied, had grown to the size of a fist.
She regained her eyes and many organs, and no longer needed to perceive her surroundings solely through Psionic Energy.
She cautiously surfaced, disguised herself as a small snake, and disappeared into the desolate riverbank, swimming towards the distant horde of Blood Corpse.
Rosalind quickly found a reasonably good body, made a hole in the Blood Corpse's ankle, and crawled into its Blood Corpse.
Because it was Blood Corpse from her own lineage, it was exceptionally easy to eat, and Rosalind quickly gained complete control over the body.
The power of a single drop of True Blood was still far too much for an ordinary Blood Corpse, so Rosalind, who was using this body, was extremely careful, fearing that she might accidentally burst the body apart.
She stretched her limbs, turned her eyes from elsewhere to face forward with her fingers, and then gazed at the distant battlefield—
Vanessa, Wens, and the skeleton have already begun a three-way standoff; surely no one will care about me?
If you can get through today, you can gradually recover.
"Clatter."
Just then, a hand suddenly landed on Rosalind's back.
She suppressed the urge to be offended, pretended to be a dazed ordinary Blood Corpse, turned around, and looked at the other Blood Corpse behind her with a puzzled expression.
The Blood Corpse that reached out to slap her also had a crooked mouth and slanted eyes; the action just now seemed more like an unintentional act during a shoving match within the group.
"Call."
Rosalind breathed a sigh of relief, abandoned her pretense, and straightened her posture.
However, the next moment, a chilling voice suddenly came:
Haha, it really is you!
Rosalind's pupils dilated as she slowly turned around, only to see the Blood Corpse behind her, with its crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and limp, gradually return to normal, finally revealing its signature smile:
Long time no see, sister.
"I just thought the Blood Corpse's movements were a bit strange, so I thought I'd test it out."
"I didn't expect you to actually not act at all, hahaha."
Rosalind was heartbroken, but her tone was still full of hatred:
"It's you! Hall... What are you doing here? What a coincidence!"
The Blood Corpse behind him shook its head:
"That's not the case, sister. During the half-century I've been sealed away, I've thought a lot about how to use my abilities. Later I discovered that if I just observe and don't manipulate them, the pressure I bear will be much less."
"I actually only control a few hundred people in your legion, but they can spread out the blood mist, allowing me to see tens of thousands of people at the same time."
"As for blood mist, your lineage already uses it, so it naturally won't attract your attention."
At this point, the Blood Corpse revealed a smile:
"How is it, sister? Are you satisfied with my growth?"
Rosalind pursed her lips:
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?"
"Yes, you guessed right."
The Blood Corpse behind him shrugged:
"But there are no rewards, only punishments, after all—"
"I'm the one among my brothers and sisters who's best at bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
"And the holy civil war among vampires was also the will of the True Ancestor, wasn't it?"
Before she could finish speaking, a jet of Blood Arrow shot towards Rosalind's forehead.
Rosalind was now completely flustered by the attack she had dismissed just an hour earlier.
She instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late.
"Puff!"
A thin Blood Arrow of blood pierced the space between the eyebrows, through the skull, and into the brain, where the Blood Poison began to Spread uncontrollably.
You are weak right now, but I am not strong either.
Before her consciousness faded into eternal sleep, Rosalind heard Hall's last words:
"So if you still want power, try to compete with me."
A Blood Arrow darted through the millions of corpses, and Hall (one of the survivors), having achieved a great result, began to flee the battlefield at the speed of light.
In the air, a blood-armored knight, two skeletal councilors, and three vampires of the Wens Lineage had remained silent for a long time.
Neither side immediately took action; instead, they waited for the other two sides to start fighting first.
After a moment of silence, Wens spoke first:
"I can smell Rosalind's scent, right there on those bones."
He looked at the Blood-Armored Knight:
Vanessa, how about we do it together, and then each take half?
"It can also be considered as helping a blood relative prepare for burial."
The Blood-Armored Knight shook his head:
"I already have enough incomplete Authority; what I need is complete Authority."
"Let me leave, and I'll pretend nothing happened today."
Vanessa originally wanted to fight again, but Rosalind died too quickly, so the idea of playing it safe quickly took over, but she was unable to leave because of Wens ' arrival.
"All right."
Wens nodded and then looked at [ Divine Wings ]:
"Then let's kill her together. She has so many good things in her; enough for us to feast to our hearts' content."
The skeletal man with six wings on his back simply shook his head upon hearing this.
"We've got what we wanted, and now we just want to leave. Anyone who tries to stop us will be our enemy."
Vanessa nodded and said:
"So that's why the spatial rift couldn't be opened; it turns out there's a great lich lurking nearby."
She glared at Ozilazis with undisguised murderous intent.
Although the lich Ozilazis didn't know what he had done to be so hated, as a subordinate of Grand Duke Wens, he certainly wouldn't say anything discouraging like "I didn't do it."
"That's why I can't teleport."
[ Divine Wings ] was also somewhat taken aback at this moment. He looked at Wens, then at the Lich, and finally turned to Vanessa:
"Defeat them, then we'll each go our separate ways and leave each other alone."
"Make a deal."
Vanessa nodded.
"Make a deal."
[ Divine Wings ] nodded.
"I have no objection."
Wens nodded, then suddenly spread his arms wide, his madness undisguised:
I've wanted to fight for a long time!
The sky over the Demon Realm changed again. Although no new clouds appeared, the brightness inexplicably decreased.
Wens, with the handsome face of a young nobleman, opened his blood-red eyes and murmured softly:
" Blood Pool!"
On the battlefield, the seemingly inconspicuous Ed weaves through the crowd, dodging skeletons and Blood Corpse.
Occasionally, a player would glance over, and while surprised, wouldn't immediately recognize the other player, but instead look at their companion:
"I think I went berserk; I just saw Ed taking a walk up ahead."
"Really? Let me see where I can find it?"
By this time, Ed had generally disappeared from their sight, so the battle was not affected by him.
Sensing the faint scent of death, Ed turned his head to look at the riverbed.
That was where the [ Whale Tail ] perished, and also...
"Found you."