Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

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"Then you have made a mistake. I am not prey… but your doom."

The skull froze for a moment and its laughter was abruptly cut off as if it was bewildered by the sheer audacity of the prey before it.

But then, a second later, it erupted into laughter once more but it was louder, wilder, and more unhinged than before.

"Brave words, little mortal," it sneered as its voice dripped with malice.

"But your bloodline slumbers. You are nothing more than an empty vessel, waiting to be claimed."

And I… I am the darkness that will devour you."

The dark smoke swirling around the altar began to coalesce and formed shadowy figures that emerged from the caves.

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Their eyes glowed with the same malevolent red light and their forms shifted and writhed as if barely held together.

Ethan's mind raced. He couldn't fight them all alone.

But he also couldn't retreat. The skull's energy was too potent and too alluring. His bloodline demanded it.

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Meanwhile, Virelle and Velcy finally reached the carriage in the clearing.

They were panting but their focus was on the carriage driver, who was unexpectedly not sleeping like usual with his eyes closed.

His blood-red eyes were slightly open and was gazing at the evil phenomenon in the sky.

Virelle and Velcy could see an immense red light flickering out of his eyes nonstop like a pulsating neon beam.

Velcy turned her head to Virelle and found her staring at the driver in shock.

Velcy's brows furrowed, and she shook Virelle's hand as she inquired in a whisper.

"What is it?"

Her whisper seemed to break Virelle out of her trance, and her voice was low and almost hesitant as she whispered back,

"That driver… he is a blood slave. And I think I know who owns him."

She left Velcy hanging on the last sentence, and Velcy was equally shocked to learn that the driver was a blood slave.

Blood slaves were supposed to be mindless and were bound entirely to their master's will, unable to act independently.

They had no will of their own and also couldn't stray far from their owner's body or act independently.

Yet, here stood proof that defied all their imagination and established principles.

Though the driver had not spoken all this while on their short journey and had always exuded an eerie, lifeless aura, he was still operating on his own.

Looking at Virelle's expression and the fact that she was still an Elemental Sea cultivator, Velcy was certain that this old man wasn't her blood slave as grade two vampires didn't have the ability to cultivate a blood slave of their own.

Suddenly, a thought rose in Velcy's mind, and she whispered excitedly,

"Then, is he hers..."

"Stop!!" Virelle's sudden exclamation silenced Velcy, who immediately heard the warning in her tone.

Velcy fell silent as she understood the gravity of the situation.

They turned back to the driver and hesitated for a moment before Virelle stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Esteemed one, could you assist Ethan? He has ventured into the perilous zone from where that evil phenomenon originated."

The driver remained silent with his blood-red eyes unblinking in the dark skull's direction.

The girls exchanged worried glances and were unsure about how to persuade him.

But then, the driver slowly raised his withered hand, and a blood-red vortex began to form in his palm.

It grew rapidly as it swirled and expanded until it towered nearly ten meters high.

The winds howled and whipped through the clearing as they lifted the girls' skirts, but Ethan was nowhere nearby to witness this wonderful spectacle.

The vortex shifted and its gaping maw descended over the battlefield littered with dark goblin corpses.

A powerful devouring force erupted and started sucking hundreds of lifeless bodies into its depths.

Like a massive school of fish caught in a raging current, the bodies were sucked in as they vanished into the crimson void.

Virelle's eyes widened in shock.

"Blood Quintessence Extraction…" she murmured with awe as she recognized the advanced magic.

Only the elite of the vampire clans possessed such a skill, and yet, here was a blood slave who was performing it effortlessly.

Soon, the battlefield was emptied, and the vortex closed and vanished without a trace.

The winds calmed, and the land returned to its eerie stillness. But the girls' eyes were fixated on the sight before them.

A three foot long black sword had formed in the carriage driver's hand.

Its blade was pitch black and the handle was carved into the grotesque visage of a dark goblin with its expression twisted in eternal fear.

Sensing the girls' curiosity, the old blood slave turned to them and, for the first time he spoke.

His voice was like the croak of a millennia-old frog as he rasped through the silence.

"This sword is forged from the quintessence of the blood, flesh, and bones of hundreds of grade-one dark goblins and the occasional grade-two Hobgoblins among them."

Then, he fell silent for a moment before adding one final sentence.

"It is an item that can only be used once."

Virelle nodded as she marveled at the beautiful yet ominous blade.

Seeing the sword, her suspicions about the true master of the driver deepened.

The girls marveled at the sword and its mesmerizing and intimidating dark aura impressed them but knowing that it was a single-use weapon caused some regret in them.

Without another word, the driver turned his gaze toward the skull-shaped projection in the sky and vanished from the carriage.

The girls looked up and saw a crimson beam streaking across the sky as it headed back toward the place they had just fled.

They were a little upset that the old driver had left them alone but they shook their heads and bolted in the forest after him.

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The shadowy figures lunged at Ethan in erratic and unpredictable movements.

They moved like formless nightmares as they shifted through the air like phantoms and their twisted limbs stretched unnaturally toward him.