With a loud bang, lightning pulled and tear open the sky.

Just like the day hundreds of years ago, when the Oracle defeated Cornelia, the huge magic power surged upward from the ground.

The light goes back and breaks through the clouds and reaches the right eye of the black dragon.

Boom!

Another thunder sound.

The heavy rain wet Robin's clothes and face.

But he was unaware of it.

According to legend, the Soul-Sealing Blade is the sacred magic weapon of the Secred Oracle, and has supreme power.

It can poke the dragon's eyes open.

Closing the power of evil.

It is the treasure that countless mages dream of.

But, but-

There is no such great damage to the vampire's body as Robin imagined.

Prisla was still standing intact, standing in front of them.

Even when she pulled the dagger out of her palm, the amount of blood brought out was pitifully small.

Prisra frowned in pain, held the Soul-Closing Blade back and held it to her side.

At the tip of the dagger, a drop of bright red blood dripped down, hitting the ground and shattering.

Something must be wrong!

"This dagger..."

Prisra stared at her palm.

The one-inch wound that was pierced was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her fingers gently fumbled through the hilt of the dagger and felt the patterns on it.

The end of the dagger is engraved with complex magic inscriptions.

The supreme magic exclusive to the oracle.

unique.

"Soul-sealing Blade."

She whispered softly, her eyes a little confused, and she dared not continue to stare.

The vampire landed his eyes on Robin's face and then lowered his left hand.

Tick.

The last drop of blood fell to the ground.

At this point, the wound in the palm of the palm has completely healed.

Not only Prisra, but also Raven's face was filled with surprise.

Judging from their expressions, this Soul-Closing Blade does not seem to be fake.

but……

How could its power be just like this?

Robin looked at Prisra in confusion.

Looking at her injured left hand and the dagger she held back.

Something must be wrong!

"What a pity, it's a pity that you are not an oracle." Prisra shook her head, her face full of pity, "Do you know, if a magic weapon is to work, first of all, it must recognize your ability. You are too weak, Robin."

"And, it is extremely dangerous to not have enough ability to control magic weapons."

This time, it was Raven's voice.

"The magic weapon has very powerful power and requires a firm mind to be used, otherwise it may be swallowed by it, and in turn it becomes a puppet controlled by the magic weapon."

Raven's voice became extremely serious and terrifying, "That dagger is not for you yet, Robin."

Speaking of this, Robin finally understood why the Soul-Capture Blade was useless in his hands.

After all, he does not have enough ability to control it.

So, that dagger, the legendary artifact, was just an ordinary weapon to him.

That's all.

The ability to Zhapulisla's left hand can only be said to be thanks to the sharpness of the Soul-Sealing Blade itself.

...

"Hahaha...How could the Soul-Sealing Blade be in your hands?"

Prisla burst into laughter, the muscles on his face trembled, and combined with the hideous face, it looked a little weird and terrifying.

"It should have been with Cornelia in Rose Castle..."

Prisla suddenly stopped smiling and turned his head in disbelief.

A pair of scarlet pupils looked at Robin's eyes in surprise.

"So, you saw her, have you?"

See her?

Robin had no idea what the vampire was talking about.

Raven turned his head and looked at them in confusion.

"Caroline."

Prisra said a name from her mouth.

Caroline.

When Robin heard the name, his heart beat for no reason.

Until now, he still clearly remembers the scene of Caroline and Weiwen fighting in the basement.

And the hollow eyes of her death in the end.

Those eyes, which were blinded by his magic of light, finally revealed unwillingness...

and liberation.

"My dear sister, in order to compete for the throne, she took Cornelia's body out and tried to resurrect the terrible blood clan who could transform into a black dragon."

When he heard Prisra say all this, Robin suddenly realized that Kay's previous guesses were true.

The vampire traveled thousands of miles and came to Xilu at the risk of his life. Caroline was going to hold an evil ceremony to revive Cornelia at all costs.

"What a pity."

There was a bright light in Prisra's eyes.

Her right hand rubbed the handle of the knife, her eyes blurred.

A meaningful smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.

"So, please tell me that my sister is dead, right? Otherwise, this dagger won't appear in your hands."

"Yes, she's dead."

Robin answered.

"And you..."

He raised his hand and pointed at Prisra.

"All vampires will eventually perish."

Prisla didn't speak.

She was silent, as if she had not heard what Robin just said.

She just stared at the front in a daze, her eyes wide.

It seems to be trapped in memories.

"hehe--"

Prisla chuckled, with complicated eyes.

"It's good that way. After Caroline died, no one will snatch the throne from me."

She looked up at the night sky, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Of course, the premise is that the one who is tall and above now will have a day of destruction."
To be continued...