It can only be said that the young lich lacks composure; after being provoked by Wens, the lich's originally pale face visibly turned rosy.
In other words, the lich's complexion was originally not much different from that of the Blood Corpse; otherwise, it would definitely look ruddy.
Under Willow's command, Noya once again took control of the alchemical golems, and the five golems and a lich launched an attack together.
With Willow joining the fray, the battle once again reached a stalemate.
It can only be said that Wens has survived in the Demon Realm for eighty years, and his foundation is too deep. His Blood Pool is constantly being depleted, yet there is no sign of it decreasing...
Even though he was fighting six against one, the Grand Duke was not at a disadvantage.
At the same time, he could also sense Lombardi's presence; his last duke was getting closer and closer to this place!
Less than ten miles!
Just a little longer, just a little longer!
There's a flaw!
While waiting for reinforcements, Wens keenly spotted an opening in the enemy's defenses. He then parried the combined attack of the alchemical golems and used a barrier to temporarily seal them into a small space formed by a blood curtain.
The next moment he discovered that Willow was actually singing.
Although we don't know what skill this lich is preparing, the fact that it takes so long to cast it clearly means something big is coming.
Without further ado, Wens summoned a blood tornado, which propelled him directly towards Willow's location, attempting to interrupt her chanting and casting spells.
Let's die together!
Wens roared loudly, calculating in his mind that after he finished his combo, Lombardi would be able to provide support, and there shouldn't be any problems. However, he didn't notice that his movements appeared slightly sluggish to others.
Yes, such a slow effect can only be noticed by outsiders; how could one possibly realize it oneself?
It was this brief delay that allowed Willow to complete the skill's casting time.
The next instant, a bolt of lightning far exceeding the magnitude of ordinary lightning descended from the sky.
This lightning bolt wasn't as crimson as Vanessa's Crimson Lightning, but it struck Wens like a heavy hammer blow to the head.
With a loud "boom," Wens ' body suddenly froze in mid-air, and the blood tornado behind him was instantly destroyed and disappeared without a trace by the lightning strike.
Before Wens, covered in black smoke, could figure out why he hadn't interrupted the other person in time, he lost his Vitality and began to fall.
It's alright. Falling into the Blood Pool will revive your Vitality, Lombardi will protect you for the time being.
In just a moment, it will be possible...
"Thump!"
Wens fell into the crater left by [ Divine Wings ]'s self-destruction, and the crater is now almost filled with his nutrient-rich blood.
Soaked in these liquids, the dead tissue on Wens' body began to shed, and new flesh grew little by little from his skeleton.
He is not Antos and cannot freely manipulate the distribution of his flesh and blood, but at least when there is Blood Pool, his regenerative abilities are no weaker than those of his brothers and sisters.
However, the next moment, a familiar white light flashed again, and as Willow's finger fell, a bolt of lightning even thicker than before struck the Blood Pool once more.
Wens was underwater and was not immediately attacked.
But this lightning bolt lasted longer than the last one, and as Willow's fingers moved horizontally, its point of impact kept shifting, as if it were trying to cleave the Blood Pool in two from the very middle.
The large amount of blood clotted and turned black due to the high temperature generated by the lightning strike, showing a slight tendency to turn into a spicy blood curd dish.
However, such an attack is still a drop in the ocean compared to the overall health of the Blood Pool.
Wens, who was recovering beneath the Blood Pool, thought he was out of danger, but Willow was lucky enough to hit him again when she manipulated lightning to sweep across the area.
Once again, I was dealt a heavy blow. The recovery progress bar, which had been mostly restored, regressed again, leaving me feeling utterly hopeless, like a file error message popping up halfway through a download.
The scent of Lombardi, it's so close, right above me!
He should have been able to block that attack for himself, but... why?
Suppressing his doubts, Wens sank to the bottom of the Blood Pool and used the most abundant Vitality there to quickly recover himself, leaving no trace of damage to his blood-red robe.
The next moment, the Grand Duke, now back at his peak, rose up on the waves and was lifted into the air by the blood tornadoes. To his left and right were two even thicker blood tornadoes, their menacing posture almost identical to Rosalind's main body emerging from the ground.
He flew out from the other side of the Blood Pool, firstly to catch his opponent off guard, and secondly to avoid being struck by lightning head-on for the third time.
Just as Wens was searching for Willow and the alchemical golems, a strange voice suddenly rang out:
I guess you're looking for him.
Wens turned around blankly, and what came into view was the head of his troll duke, Lombardi...
The head still bore the look of disbelief that remained on its face before death, and blood was dripping from the severed neck.
The black-haired youth held a strange staff that exuded a familiar aura in one hand, and with the other hand, he stretched out the troll's head, which was two and a half times larger than a human head:
If not, then pretend I didn't say anything.
Wens finally understood why Lombardi had been moving so fast in his perception, yet had stopped responding to him after a certain point in time.
He had previously assumed that the other party was just a troll acting out of a madman, rushing forward at full speed without paying attention to anything else.
But now it seems that even Lombardi himself might not know when he died...
And who are you?
Wens felt that the world was changing too fast. Not only were there powerful people everywhere, but he didn't even know many of them.
"Oh, you haven't introduced yourself yet."
The black-haired youth casually tossed away the troll's head, then, under the guise of touching his chest, wiped the bloodstains from his hands onto his clothes.
"We should have met seventy years ago, it's just a pity you missed a very important meeting back then."
Seventy years ago... a meeting?
You mean...?
Wens ' expression was somewhat solemn:
" The Second True Blood Alliance?"
"Right."
The man nodded:
"My name is Nuowa. It's a pity you've lived so long. Today I've come to collect my debt."
Wens's facial expression gradually twisted:
"You're the human seal master who sealed away Antos, Adelaide, and Hall?"
For some reason, Wens actually wanted to say a different word, but he didn't feel that the other person had the corresponding qualities. In the end, reason overcame instinct and he said the word "human".
"It's me."
The visitor gave a self-deprecating laugh:
"It seems you're not entirely ignorant about what's happening outside."
Wens frowned as he looked at the smiling young human. For some reason, the pressure he felt from this young man alone far exceeded that from the lich and the ten alchemical golems combined.
Don't think you can seal me away!
Wens said in a low, deep voice:
"I am completely different from my foolish blood relatives."