When Hall opened its eyes again, or rather, Hall Number One saw once more the snow with footprints remaining.
The footsteps behind them had not yet faded away.
He immediately shouted while still kneeling on one knee:
"Sir, please wait!"
Just as Samuer had taken a dozen or so steps, Hall's voice suddenly called out from behind him:
"My lord, I am willing to join your ranks, even if it means facing death in the end!"
"Oh?"
Samuer turned around in surprise upon hearing this:
Have you thought it through?
"Yes, I've thought it through."
Hall turned his body while remaining kneeling:
"I just want to live. If everyone else dies before me, that's not necessarily a bad thing..."
"Therefore, I am willing to join your ranks, sir."
"Very good."
Samuer nodded in satisfaction and beckoned to the Hall:
"Come over."
Hall crawled obediently to Samuer.
Although the Grand Dukes all descended from the same True Ancestor, their individual personalities differed greatly.
Wens's lingering resentment about his childhood clearly demonstrates his extremely strong sense of pride.
And that extra bit of self-esteem he had might have come from the Hall...
Hall never cared about things as groveling or groveling, which were devoid of dignity.
Not to mention Samuer, even with his own brothers and sisters, he never said "no" when he was required to kneel.
If he and Wens were switched, he obviously wouldn't have chosen to commit suicide on the spot in that situation; instead, he would have surrendered very smoothly.
So crawling on his knees for only a dozen meters at this moment was nothing to the Hall; he even thought Samuer was walking a bit too slowly.
Arriving before Samuer, Hall looked up, awaiting his fate.
Samuer looked Hall up and down carefully, a hint of surprise appearing on his face:
"Yes, it looks just like it! It really does!"
"Excuse me, what do you mean?"
Before Hall could finish asking, Samuer had already placed his index finger on his forehead.
A chill seeped into his body, everything before his eyes began to fade, and his five senses gradually drifted away from the Hall.
Before he fell into eternal sleep, he heard Samuer's questioning voice:
Vlad Tsepesh.
"You don't even know the name of your True Ancestor?"
A body lay on the snow, making a dull thud as it squeezed through the snow.
Samuer looked at the Hall, who was lying on his back, and reached out to stroke the falcon's back:
" Icarus, let's go."
The falcon tilted its head, carefully examining the corpse on the ground with one eye:
"Just like that, leave him here?"
"Don't worry, he'll catch up soon."
Samuer turned and continued walking slowly.
"I can tell he doesn't want to die, so it's better to find someone willing to take his place."
Southeastern part of the Demon Realm.
Sailesi's subordinate, Warlord Chalco, once sent three small teams to secretly track the movements of the Hall Lineage's Blood Corpse.
Unfortunately, although the skeleton soldiers were elite, they were ultimately outnumbered and were lured to a valley where they all perished.
In fact, they were already very close to their target, but they were ultimately unable to see the Grand Duke lurking in the shadows.
Near that valley, there was a cave carved out by an underground river before the Demonic Tide. At this moment, the depths of this cave were already crowded with countless Blood Corpse.
On the simple stone throne, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.
He looked around to make sure he was still in a safe position before turning his gaze to his arm.
His forearms were covered with dark red scales, the edges of which were a putrid gray-black, and a putrid stench was already emanating from them.
It extended its dark, sharp claws and scratched twice, and the scales quickly fell off on their own.
This body is good, but it's not quite in harmony with his power.
Thinking of this, Hall, also known as " Hall Number Two ", couldn't help but sigh.
The body he was currently controlling was the half-dragon body of the player [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], whose body had been forcibly possessed and taken away several months ago.
When Ed was creating the characters' bodies, although he used a lot of recycled old parts, he never cut corners.
For example, with this half-dragon body [ with Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], it would probably take an average native of World of Disorder more than ten years to Alienation to this extent.
But [ with Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] he honed himself to perfection in less than a year.
Besides his own efforts, Ed's exceptionally resilient physique was also a contributing factor.
Ed not only created high-quality bodies for players, but also showed clear affinity for all four paths, ensuring that no particular path would be unsuitable for them.
However, this is precisely why Hall Number Two has never had its body replaced.
There are certainly many Middle Tier and High Tier in the Demon Realm, but attacking High Tier demon would expose one's existence, and even if those Middle Tier marquises are stronger than this body, their physical quality is not much better.
However, the main stat allocation for [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] is Animal Affinity, which is somewhat different from the Hall's focus on Psionic Energy, so it cannot fully accommodate Hall's power.
This is why Hall has continued to use this body until now, even though it's a bit worn out, he's still making do with it.
But now, it's time for all of this to end.
Hall, seated on the simple throne, beckoned, and a Blood Corpse trembled as it approached.
"Come here, step forward a little more."
Hall beckoned, and the Blood Corpse obeyed, continuing forward until it stood before him.
Hall placed his hands on the Blood Corpse's shoulders and looked into his eyes.
The next moment, Blood Arrow pierced the Blood Corpse's brow. Sharp teeth appeared in the Hall's right palm, and his huge mouth opened, beginning to devour the Blood Corpse's body. His left hand, on the other hand, seemed to become cold and ethereal, and began to continuously Drain life force from the Blood Corpse's body.
The spirit was crushed and turned into nourishment for " Hall ".
Vitality was Drain and became " Wens's " sustenance.
The remains were not wasted; they were successfully recovered by " Rosalind ".
Looking at the Blood Corpse before him, so lifeless that not even a trace remained, Hall Number Two experienced unparalleled pleasure at that moment.
He looked at his left and right palms, watching the decaying flesh and scales gradually grow back due to the infusion of Vitality, while feeling the power deep within his brow.
The incomplete Hall and Rosalind, and the nearly complete Wens.
Drain, devouring, and Harvest the spirit.
Yes, just as every Vampire Progenitor hoped, he completed a certain degree of Authority fulfillment, not powerful enough, but complete enough.
Hehe... Haha~
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!"
Hall's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the cave, his mind replaying the past two weeks of secret planning, collusion, betrayal, and finishing blows...
In the end, I won!
Hall, seated on his throne, spread his arms and looked down at the countless Blood Corpse prostrating themselves on the ground.
Come here, all of you!
"Today, I'm going to feast to my heart's content!!!!"
Hall plunged headlong into the Blood Corpse and began a frenzied feeding and replenishment.
As life force surged into his body, his body began to gradually recover.
Corruption was curbed, and power re-emerged.
In his near-mad frenzy, Hall failed to notice a slender, hair-like plant growing and swaying in the wind on the back of his neck.