On the roof of Cainhurst Castle, the cold wind raged, and a tall frozen figure stood up from the throne, a martyr, a guardian of faith and duty.

He stood here not to protect the vampire queen who was in the middle of encounters, but to hinder anyone who wanted to meet the queen through this passage.

The martyr Logalius, I don’t know how many years he has been sleeping here. He can’t see his original appearance under the mottled crown, but when he stands up, his figure is much taller than ordinary humans, can still give people a strong sense of oppression.

He raised the weapon in his hand, and dozens of ice crystal-like blood swords appeared out of thin air, covering Sigmun's body from all directions.

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Sigmun approached slowly and cut off the blood sword that appeared in front of him. But the next second, the tall figure on the opposite side appeared in front of Sigmun after a brief accumulation of energy, and the weapon fell without warning.

The wind roared, and his attack and figure seemed to be perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. Only when Sigmun raised his hand to block the collision did the two weapons make the friction sound of metal collision.

Both of them were extremely fast, and the aftermath of the outbreak of the battle spread out. Several gargoyles passing by the sky were frightened and escaped from afar. In this process, Sigmun also perfectly adapted to his surge in power after entering the eighth level.

Even if there is no additional increase and relying solely on the improvement brought by normal promotion, Sigmun is now much stronger than any eighth level he has seen before.

Hunters are born for fighting.

The power in his body was completely activated and blood filled with it. Maria's weapon burst out with all its power in Sigmun's hands. His speed was getting faster and faster. At first, he only made passive defense, but slowly he completely gained the advantage of fighting.

Sigmun, who was completely immersed in the battle state, forgot the passage of time. It took him a lot of time. When his body stopped attacking almost instinctively, he was surprised to find that the tall enemy standing opposite had been defeated by him.

Click.

The martyr's weapon broke from his hand, and his body was covered with crisscrossing scars. At the last moment of death, the blocker seemed to have regained consciousness. A little nostalgic appeared on his ugly face, and he looked at the weapon in Sigmun's hand with some trance.

"This weapon..."

"She is injured, I want to save her." Sieg replied.

"No wonder." The martyr sighed, "When she left, she said she would never return to Cainhurst..."

"It turned out to be for Mary." The martyr sighed, "Then let's end all this completely, end endless life, and the sins of this castle." He looked at Sigmun.

"I know, you should have this ability."

Sigmun did not speak, but activated the ability it gained after entering the eighth level. The weapon penetrated the martyr's body. While killing the other party, it also left part of its power in its own body forever.

He could clearly feel the intoxication brought by the power.

Fascinating.

But strangely, the other party's death did not have any negative impact on Sigmun. Perhaps for the martyr in front of him, death is actually a destination.

At some point, the wind and snow that filled the entire Cainhurst Castle disappeared strangely, and the death of the martyr left no wreckage. There was silence around it, and a straight passage was added behind the originally frozen throne.

Sigmun walked through the corridor and entered a hall with lights.

Just like the decorations of other rooms in this castle, the decoration here is even more luxurious. At the end of the hall, on a high platform covered with blood-red carpets, a graceful figure sat in the center of the throne.

He should be a beautiful woman with a slender figure, skin as cream, pale skin but not sick. He did not consider the other person's face covered by a special helmet, at least from his body shape, this woman gave Sigmon a strong sense of familiarity.

Like a more mature Maria.

"I do not need your surrender, but before our throne, please kneel down... or leave."

Walking into the hall, Sigmun heard a cold and arrogant voice. He didn't say anything and walked straight to the woman.

"The rude and lowly bloodline man..." The woman's voice was filled with anger, but halfway through her words, she seemed to notice the weapon tightly in Sigmun's hand, and her voice suddenly shook.

"Who is this weapon? Where is she?"

Clam!

A blood-red light flashed, and Sigmun stabbed the weapon into the body of the woman in front of him.

"what are you up to?!"

"I need your blood to save someone." Sigma replied expressionlessly, then began to plunder the power of the vampire queen.

"I'm immortal, it's meaningless for you to do this." The woman made a hoarse voice, and Sigmun was surprised to find that Maria's weapons could not directly plunder the other party's energy.

"Where is she? Why doesn't this betrayer dare to come back here?" Queen Annalise cursed resentfully. Sigmun thought for a while, mobilized the power of her whole body, and the chaotic world began to erode the surrounding space.

Change happens at this moment.

As time passed, Annalis, who was originally arrogant, noticed an abnormality. She could feel that the surrounding environment was changing inexplicably, and the power in her body was also losing uncontrollably.

"What did you do to me?"

Sigmun did not answer, but accelerated the erosion. Like an avalanche, the power in Annalise's body was frantically drawn out. As time went by, she became weaker and weaker, and fine wrinkles began to appear on her arms exposed outside.

At the same time, the entire hall became decayed and dilapidated, the ornate decoration became old, the walls fell off, and a rich stench emanated from the cracked cracks.

The entire castle, like the woman in front of us, seemed to be unable to maintain its former glory due to the loss of power.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" Annalis struggled, but she seemed to be imprisoned in a chair and could not move until Sigmund finally pulled away, glanced ruthlessly and left.

"Give me back, give me my strength..."

The sound in the hall gradually became inaudible. Sigmun walked out of the palace, and the Cainhurst Castle at his feet had become dilapidated, and some of the originally well-preserved buildings even collapsed on a large scale.

This aristocratic castle that had existed for many years was heading towards destruction at this moment, and at this moment, Sigmun also discovered another ability after he was promoted to the eighth level.

The original chaotic world was a reflection of the chaotic energy and the inner worlds of many extraordinary people, but now, the chaotic world seems to have the ability to influence reality.

He went down the road he came and saw the castle from bright and beautiful to dilapidated. Even many monsters who had originally wandered in the castle died wildly for unknown reasons.

This castle, the monsters here, are all parasites kept in captivity on a huge blood source.

On the edge of the broken bridge, Sigmun jumped into the carriage and stepped into the void.
Chapter completed!