A deafening thunderclap ripped through the sky, and a thick, silvery-white beam of light crashed down like a heavy hammer, instantly scorching Wens to a crisp.
Noya powered one of the four alchemical golems, causing the obviously Overload golem to unleash an incredibly powerful beam of light.
The two attacks were almost coordinated, leaving Wens still reeling from the pain of the lightning strike when he was dealt another severe blow.
With the attacks from the two ranged units finished, it's naturally the Harvest's turn.
As the silvery-white light faded, Wens once again felt that chilly unease on his neck.
He struggled with all his might to overcome Nuowa's time-slowing effect, and just as he turned his body around, he was already facing Liya's knife head-on.
"Whoosh!"
Wens ' right hand was severed from his body with a single stroke, and after separating from Liya's scimitar, it slowly fell towards the ground at an extremely slow pace.
This vampire grand duke, known for his tenacious vitality, was attacked by three High Tier and one "unranked" vampire in less than a second. The balance of the battle, which had been relatively even, was almost instantly tilted completely in the opposite direction.
Watching his blood slowly splatter, Wens's pupils became slightly unfocused...
He was not surprised by his defeat; in fact, one could say he had been prepared for this moment the moment Nuowa and Liya arrived on the battlefield and revealed their identities.
He certainly knew about the True Blood Alliance seventy years ago.
He had sent a reasonably capable marquis to the meeting in his place, but he soon severed all blood ties with that side.
At first, he thought his marquisate had been won over by other blood relatives, and that he had decided to join another lineage to serve them.
Later, Wens heard that two "elf sealers" had appeared uninvited at the True Blood Alliance meeting, and then stirred up a storm by fighting against multiple opponents.
Then his marquisate's death was not unjust.
At first, he wondered who could have so smoothly decapitated Lombardi without him noticing.
But after the other party revealed his identity, he could only say that it was normal for Lombardi to be no match for him.
Seventy years ago, these two guys were able to fight four against two, sealing three of their four blood relatives and severely injuring one.
Even with all the power he had accumulated over the years, it was still too difficult to fight two opponents at once.
Yes, from beginning to end, Wens never took Willow and J.A.R.V.I.S., no, Noya, the combination seriously.
Unfortunately, his abilities meant his fighting pace was generally slow, and he couldn't finish the battle before the two "big shots" arrived.
He might have harbored the idea of turning the tables when he tried to steal Vanessa's remains; this thought, combined with greed, briefly took hold of his mind.
And so the battle came to an end.
His own duke, his own legion, his own lineage, his own power...
After today, will everything all be for naught?
No, absolutely not!
I absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen!
With a flash of light, Liya slashed three times in a very short time. Her incredibly sharp elven scimitar, like a firefly streaking across the night, with a faint green trail, severed Wens' remaining legs and arms.
At this moment, the time-slow effect finally ended, Wens once again felt the long-lost presence of gravity.
But he no longer has a chance to recover.
Because when it ended, only the bottom of the blood lake where he was located slowed down, while the surrounding blood still maintained the posture of "on its way". Although it was already restless, it was still a long way from arriving.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
Four throwing knives pinned Wens's severed limbs to a distance of more than ten meters from his body.
Liya threw her two scimitars last, piercing through Wens ' collarbones and pinning him to the ground.
That's quite a skill.
The thought suddenly flashed through Wens ' mind—
Without pioneering new paths, they were still able to achieve this level of assassination skill.
If York relied solely on combat without using his abilities, he would likely be no match for this Short-Eared Elf or human.
A series of dull thuds echoed as the five battered alchemical golems landed in the deepest part of the blood lake.
The Psionic Energy Circuit on their bodies flashed in unison, and their most commonly used beam cannons were ready to fire.
Nuowa landed lightly in front of Wens, casually pulled out the staff that had merged back into one at the bottom of the lake, and with a wave of his hand, the dim yellow light Spread once more.
The restless flow of Wens' blood was instantly suppressed, not even a single bubble could escape.
At this moment, a new wave of lightning had gathered in Willow's hand. The solemn-faced lich's lips moved, but she did not utter a sound.
Wens understood what she wanted to say:
"Go to hell!"
Watching the lightning about to strike, Wens's lips curled into a crazed smile, while Nuowa, seeing this, curled his lip in disapproval.
"You want to self-destruct too? Not everyone can do that."
I did lose.
Although Willow was about to avenge herself, Wens still didn't take the young lich seriously, instead focusing his attention on Nuowa, who was suppressing him.
But ' Drain ' is not a loss.
"My Authority will never be defeated!"
What do you mean by that?
Nuowa frowned slightly.
You'll find out soon enough.
As the lightning struck, Wens, a satisfied smile on his lips, was pulverized into a genuine charcoal.
The Blood Pool disintegrated, and Vitality was cut off.
Without the support of the Time Slow Domain, the surrounding blood is rapidly turning black, decaying, Decay, and disintegrating.
Grand Duke of Vampires, Lord of Legions and Lineages, Holder of the Authority " Vitality and Drain," Wens, Death.
However, the expected signs did not materialize.
High Tier with their own unique Authority are often accompanied by unusual celestial phenomena upon their death.
Wens ' death was really just death.
Why is this happening?
Just as everyone was wondering, Wens's charred body cracked open with a "crack," revealing a small red ball in the location of his heart.
Inside that small sphere, two different colors of blood were devouring and merging with each other.
The True Blood, existing between reality and illusion, quickly devoured the surrounding True Blood filled with a chilling aura, then gradually faded and dissipated before everyone's eyes.
A surge of Psionic Energy emanated, and a sound, like a hymn or some kind of chant, traveled through the Psionic Energy to everyone's ears:
[... By the Tree God above, I, the True Ancestor, beseech:]
Boundless Desire, the Shadow of All Things, the Darkness of Madness, the Source of Fear —behold it!
I have agreed with my blood relatives to a three-day ceasefire. If this is broken, may my body and soul become nourishment for the enemy.
"... all of this serves as nourishment for the other side."
Nuowa murmured the words, then recalled Wens' last words to her before he died:
" Wens lost, but Authority did not."
I see.
"What a fine Authority not being lost."
Nuowa, half with admiration and half with regret, and explained to everyone:
" Wens had signed True Blood Covenant with another vampire grand duke before his death. In the moments before his death, he broke the pact and allowed the True Blood that had formed the pact to launch an attack."
"The price of breach of contract is that the other party gains all of your power and Authority."