Little Alsey closed his eyes.

A circle of ripples swung away from under your feet.

It seems that time has become slower.

The Holy Spirit Awareness, like silk threads that spread outward, grew out of her body and gradually crawled throughout the hall.

In her brain, the situation around her was clearly outlined.

Ten steps ahead, there is a wooden flower stand with the ceramic vase on it in the shape of water droplets, with very beautiful iris inserted in it.

On the wall to the right, there are some famous paintings hanging.

Little Alsey didn't know what he painted, nor did he know who the painter was.

However, Grand Duke Aojia has never been bad for his collection.

Behind her

An invisible ripple was cut open quickly and flowed silently.

But she was clearly captured by her divine spiritual consciousness, outlining the shape of a huge sickle.

The Vampire's Shadow Scythe.

【When you can completely release the power in your body.

When you are angry enough.

When you are on the verge of danger.

You can master the terrible blood power.]

Her mother's words rang out in her brain.

Arser, the Stormmaker, once told his daughter so much.

【Keep angry. But don’t let anger control you.

Learn to control anger.

And let it become your power.

The name of that blood power is called—

Golden Eyes.]

Little Alsey's eyes suddenly opened.

The two eyes are like golden moon wheels.

“That’s…”

A ray of fear flashed in Shelley's eyes.

In the legend of the Holy Blood Empire, such eyes have been described.

It also describes the faint bloodline from the gods.

but……

That bloodline has long been cut off.

It shouldn't be here.

A panic suddenly flashed in Shelley's eyes.

At the same time, she increased the strength in her hands even more.

The black shadow crawled all over her body, and the manipulated Shadow Scythe became even stronger after receiving the shadow power of the vampire.

It scrapes over the ground, and at the same time it overturns the marble tiles on the ground, smashes it, and then gallops quickly towards the red figure.

It seemed as if a severe storm was shaking behind Little Alsé.

This is a full-strength blow from Shelley.

However, the young soldier with golden eyes remained unmoved.

Buzz!

Little Arsey's spear pulled a beautiful round spear flower in the air, and then stabbed it quickly and violently.

The crimson fan-shaped section swept open in the air and then turned into a straight line, flashing like thunder.

Not Shelley's direction.

But the Shadow Scythe behind him.

boom!

Two powerful forces collided together.

Strong wind.

Turbulence.

gravel.

It whistled and dispersed in all directions.

"ah!!!"

The tragic wail of vampires sounded in the hall.

The vampire with short silver hair, the Count of noble blood

Shelley suddenly fell down while covering her chest.

Meanwhile, the black shadow on her face was quickly retreating.

Between her fingers tightly covering her chest, blood slowly penetrated.

She raised her head in horror and stared into the eyes of Little Alsey.

I just feel that life is leaving her.

To be precise, it is the pain of the broken soul.

As she looked down, the wet liquid on her hands quickly evaporated in the air, breaking into a little starlight.

Her palms and limbs...

And the face, becoming illusory, and then shattered.

The light escaped from her body.

Earl Shelley looked at all this in disbelief, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Until a pair of slender thighs appeared in front of her.

She raised her head and stared at Little Alsey's golden eyes, as if she was looking at a supreme god.

"Why……?"

"Fei Soul." Little Alsey's voice was still relatively tender, but his tone was cold. "My gun is a legendary magical equipment that can hit the soul directly."

The face of the great magician Raven appeared in front of her eyes.

His face was flushed.

Not because of shyness.

It's just because Raven is a bad alcoholic.

[This gun is called Feihun. From now on... hiccup, it will be yours.

It can... burp and prick the soul.

I think it will work for you.]

"Puncture the soul."

I see.

Shelley lowered her head and smiled on her face.

Suddenly I felt relieved.

Her Shadow Scythe is bound to the soul. When you pick up the legendary evil weapon, you are destined to be swallowed by it.

From then on, it will be you.

You are it.

Her eternal life that has never changed has finally come to an end.

The fear of death that she once thought made her feel relieved.

It was at this moment that she suddenly stopped feeling pain.

because--

She has completely disappeared.
To be continued...