The Vampire Lord and the Holy Blood

Royal Blood

TARN!

Blue lightning snatched the kingdom. His voice made everyone who was there turn a deaf ear. Even the earth shook, along with the arrival of the lightning, the sky began to form clouds that grew darker with the storm.

"Damn it! What was that?! Not the crown prince but has exactly the same power as Marsel!" niels shouted inexhaustibly with both hands trying to ward off the rain.

Lucas was still staring intently at the pure vampire figure who was still brandishing his sword. He panicked. Because, their initial plan is to attack pure vampires who are desperate with the invasion of Black Vampires in some parts of the city of Apratas. But look at it now. Pillar known only one person left was able to attack.

"Lucas, how's next?" ask Cristop.

Lucas's daydreams are spoiled. Damn, due to this unexpected situation, Lucas was a little shaky. "Looks like he's a new member of the Pillar. After the pillars were almost wiped out, apparently they recruited a new member whose strength could even be on par with the crown prince."

"Don't just look at me, you idiot." The pure vampire was still standing, the big smile and the fiery red bead still lingering. "Or ... You guys died lice out of fear for my powers? It's not how much. Pillar 4, knock them out" the man ordered casually.

Lucas, Cristop and Niels glanced around as the wind gushed in all directions. The wind moved quickly like a pointed sword slashing at anything that was blocking it. "Damn! Hurricane Samurai?! Aw! My shoulder!" Cristop held onto his shoulder which was hit by the Samurai Storm, a sharp gale and tore apart whatever was trapped inside. Same with Niels and Lucas. The three of them received that sharp wind from various sides.

"Argh! Why ... Why is my energy weakening?" Niels collapsed, his hands resting on the floor trembling. Lucas tried to survive. The man kept glancing back and forth carefully.

"Pillar 4 ...?" lucas asked trying to find the whereabouts of the man nicknamed Pillar 4. "Maybe hiding around here." Lucas's hand is outstretched. The man used his index finger and thumb to form a semicircular pattern by flanking a pure vampire object over the fortress.

"Cristopher, shoot Black Blood according to the black Control mark I gave you!" lucas' orders maintained his hand pattern so as not to falter.

Cristop endured the pain of the sharp wind that kept slashing him. The man pointed at the pure vampire who was locked away by the pattern of Controller Lucas. Like a target, Cristop closed his eyes. "Black Blood! Slide up!"

DOR!!

The pure vampire gasped as the Black Blood bullet pierced through his body. The hood of the green robe he was wearing was open, revealing the face of a young man with blond hair and milky white skin and a large red bead. The pure vampire held onto his stomach which started to bleed red.

Niels who was trying to shake off the wind immediately rose with his mouth wide open. "Noble blood!" niels said. Its fangs are elongated with a blackened bead entirely. "Brazil ... I think this vampire is a descendant of the king. He is no less fragrant than the blood of Prince Hansel and the Crown Prince!"

Lucas smiled in anguish. "wait. Noble blood?" This time, the face of panic disappeared. Lucas maintains his hand pattern. "I'll control her body!"

NZNGGG!!

Lucas's sharp gaze widened. The pattern of the sign that he had formed with a finger, as if pulling the body of the pure vampire earlier. It made his body interested and floated in the air.

"Black Blood!" Lucas gave instructions.

Dor's! Dor's!

The Black Blood Bullet again penetrated through the pure vampire body. However, I don't know why the pure vampire didn't react. Lucas' Controller swings the vampire's body into the sky and is then violently dropped to the ground.

Brugh!

Lucas doesn't want to waste time or the pure vampire has time to recover. He regained control of the man's body and pulled him in front of his eyes.

"Hgnn!" Lucas gripped the pure vampire's neck firmly. Making the pure stare at Lucas with the pain of being held back.

"Who are you really?" asked Lucas coldly.

"Curtain! It's true, he's not Marsel!" Niels rubbed the corner of his lips that had scratched a sharp wind.

The handsome pure vampire smiled just a cynical smile. "Are you frightened by my presence ...? Hhhhhh!" He giggled amusedly at the expression of Lucas, Cristop and Niels who were so pitiful and funny. "Look, a pure vampire has risen. You ... We will destroy as you destroy us! Aarrrgh!" The man frowned in pain as Lucas grew stronger strangling his neck.

"You can never beat us!" Lucas clenched his teeth. "You're also a prince, right? Should I make you a Black Vampire? For you to realize, pure vampires are nothing compared to us." Lucas grinned, his fangs elongated with black eyeballs all over.

"He's mine! Let me taste his royal blood, Lucas!"

"Shut up, Niels!" Cristop throws an annoyed look at Niels who always does not understand the situation, making Niels upset, because he did not even have time to taste the blood of noble vampires.

The pure vampire smiled meaningfully when he heard Lucas' threat. Although the heat from the grip so dominates his neck he can still attack. His hand that had been holding the sword tried to move with trembling. "Candle 3 ... Destroy."

Lucas was wide-eyed, he took off his grip. Along with that the ground shook, in contrast to the rumbling of the ground due to the lightning earlier, this ground tremor was like a huge earthquake.

The ground they were walking on moved. A crack of earth emerged from the door of the fortress, extending until it reached the existence of the pure vampire just now.

"Aish! What else is this?!" ask Cristop frustrated.

"Cristop! Get ready to do Black Blood! Niels! Prepare attack!" lucas' orders.

"Good!"

The crack of the ground just now stopped, something appeared from there, soaring into the sky. The figure with the same robe color as the pure vampire earlier. This time, he did not hide his face. The silver-haired man with a cold face and sharp eyes, was completely different from the pure vampires before. He pointed his right foot towards Lucas, Niels who was aware immediately stood in front of Lucas and was planning to resist the attack.

"Attacks." The silver-haired man glided. Like a gun, as fast as lightning his feet hit the hands of Niels who was mounting a defense.

"Black Bl—Argh!" Not yet had Cristop shot Black Blood, the man used his left foot to kick Cristop's face until slammed away.

"Damn!" Niels' legs retreated, a sign that he could not stand the attack. Meanwhile, Lucas chose not to do anything, other than analyze who the members of the pillar were.

Twogh!!

Niels' defense collapsed, the strong kick the silver-haired man had just hit his stomach. He slammed into Lucas' body. Both fared similarly to Cristop, rolling strongly on the ground and smashing the mansion wall to pieces.