Warlord: King of All Clans

His two smallest arms quickly formed seals.

Pure blood magic was continuously transmitted from the red lines above the ten fingers, and the sword wound on the chest and the exploded heart on the shoulder were healing rapidly.

Most of the strength that had been consumed was quickly restored.

Thousands of miles away, the army of blood slaves walking in the wilderness, led by the Blood Bishop, let out a shrill howl of unwillingness.

At this time, the Blood Bishop had turned into a huge piece of flesh that had no human form and could only crawl forward.

Blood magic is not the power of humans, but the power of vampires.

To the human race, mastering the magic of blood is inherently an unorthodox practice that can easily lead to loss of control.

Under Fabti's constant destruction, the blood bishops are on the verge of losing control and may turn into monsters at any time.

As the Blood Bishop howled, the blood slaves under his control suddenly shrank rapidly and fell dead one after another.

The blood magic power in the blood slaves' bodies was completely extracted, gathered on his body, and then disappeared through the red line.

The complex blood magic power passed through the Blood Bishop, immediately making his body more deformed and tumors grow everywhere.

Holding the captured sword of the Supreme King, Fabuti looked around and shouted, "Who else!"

Fighting against three level nine masters without being defeated, Fabuti was in high spirits. The magic power around his body kept changing, emitting three-color light, which made him look even more terrifying.

Basalom, the strongest one, looked extremely solemn and had already noticed the changes in the opponent.

After absorbing the power of many high-level warriors, and with the assistance of the blood slave army, Fabuti finally reached the threshold of the Saint level and was about to become a saint!

The ninth-level people present had all witnessed the power of the Saint level. Even if they had just entered the Saint level, they were much more powerful than the peak of the ninth level.

Even if the three of them work together to defeat him, he will be able to find a way to escape.

The madness of entering the state of sainthood would not only be a disaster for the North, but a threat to the entire continent.

When Leo saw the confrontation on the field, he also felt something was wrong. Three level nine strong men were besieging Fabuti, but an accident could still happen.

This was far beyond his expectations.

But, it was far from beyond his arrangement.

Leo looked back at the Beowulf Earl's Mansion in the distance and couldn't help but angrily asked, "What's wrong with Meredith?"

The ancestral altar is on another hill in the mountain city of Kitland, facing Earl Beowulf's palace in the distance.

Deep in Earl Beowulf's mansion, Locke was still trying to condense blood magic and maintain a blood magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle in front of him, there was a huge sarcophagus.

Freya squatted on the sarcophagus, watching Locke cast the spell with curiosity.

Even Gerard at level seven can hurt Freya, let alone Fabuti at level nine.

Leo was worried about Freya, so he asked her to be responsible for guarding the blood coffin to prevent Locke from taking it away.

Locke wanted to drive away this annoying groundhog, but he was simply unable to beat it.

At this time, the lid of the sarcophagus was half pushed open, and the Blood Queen Meredith, wearing a gorgeous black robe, slowly floated into the air.

She looked through the heavy walls of the Earl's Mansion, looked at the battlefield on the opposite hill, and smiled contemptuously.

"Boring, barbaric humans who only know how to fight. No grace at all."

After checking the blood magic circle set up by Locke, she raised her jade-white arm and snapped her fingers.

The sky above Kitland suddenly changed color, and a huge blood moon appeared in everyone's sight.

Forbidden spell: Blood Moon is coming!

The forbidden spell of the blood clan that was cast in Olenik required the Blood Moon Sect Leader to lead several blood bishops. It reappeared with a snap of Meredith's fingers.

The blood magic power descended like a waterfall, covering the entire Kitland.

But this time, enough blood power to control the entire city's population was used on one person.

Fabuti, whose aura was rising, suddenly became stiff, and the control of his body was taken away.

The magic power was out of control and ran wildly in his body. Half of his body liquefied and the other half grew wildly. Sometimes he returned to human form and sometimes turned into a flesh and blood puppet.

That’s not all. While Fabti was trying to regain control, Meredith raised her hand and the blood and magic power in Fabti’s body immediately gushed into the sky and left his body.

In the eyes of everyone, it was as if a huge red spirit was peeling off from his body.

Fabuti's powerful strength was based on the power of blood. However, at this moment, most of the blood magic power he had practiced for decades and worked hard to devour was stripped away in just a few seconds.

The ten red threads snatched from the Blood Moon Sect Leader were also torn off one by one and then tied to Locke's fingers.

Unfortunately, Locke had just entered the advanced level and his strength was low, so he couldn't control this power. His whole body suddenly trembled violently, blood came out of his seven orifices, and buds of flesh grew on his skin.

Seeing this, Meredith said helplessly: "It's barely a good seedling. Forget it, I'll help you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and a drop of blood flowed out from her white fingertips and splashed onto Locke's brow.

Locke, who was sitting cross-legged to maintain the magic circle, suddenly felt the blood magic around his body suddenly become active, and his affinity with it increased tenfold.

Controlling blood magic requires the most blood power, and Meredith is the royal blood of the vampires. This drop of vampire blood instantly increases Locke's magic affinity index.

Ten red threads were transplanted into Locke's hands one by one.

Apart from the vampire mages, the only ones who can control the army of blood slaves are high-level blood mages who are proficient in blood magic.

On Leo's side, there are only two candidates: Locke and Meredith.

Compared to Meredith, whose background is unknown, Leo trusts Locke more, as their interests are relatively the same.

Although Locke was hostile to him, he was at least a normal Northerner.

If Meredith had control over 100,000 blood slaves, no one knew what she would do.

So before leaving, Leo finally convinced Meredith to sign a temporary master-servant contract on the condition that she would be allowed to move freely in the courtyard in the future.

Coupled with the favor of a Holy Dragon Heart and Al's brainwashing day and night, Meredith finally agreed to this humiliating contract.

At the same time, Leo also promised Locke to lend him the Queen's Blood Coffin to help him capture the blood slave army.

During this period, Meredith almost ate the dragon blood essence of a whole dragon heart, and only barely recovered to a high level. He was still unable to fight against a ninth-level strongman.

But her saint-level perception is still there, her bloodline level is still there, the royal heritage of the Blood Empire is still there, and her control over blood magic is like the bright moon to a firefly in front of a human blood mage who has only learned the basics.

No blood mage can escape her clutches.

After doing all this, Meredith burped lightly, and began to faint from the magic power of Fabuti's blood magic that was comparable to that of a saint.

Seeing Freya squatting on the coffin, Meredith suddenly reached out and hugged her, gave her a hard kiss, then held her and lay back in the coffin.

As Freya screamed, the coffin lid closed automatically.

In front of the ancestral altar, 80% of the blood magic power in Fabuti's body disappeared, the process of becoming a saint was interrupted, and the army of blood slaves that provided him with power was also taken away.

While he was still not recovered, Barsalom did not follow the ethics of martial arts and directly cut him into four with a cross.

But Fabuti had already devoured the power of the Blood Moon Sect Master, and just now he had attained sainthood and mastered some elemental abilities.

On the body that was split into four, the sticky blood was still intertwined like a spider web, and countless granulations grew on the cross-section of the wound, which was sutured deeply.

But his strength was exhausted and he fell to his knees, unable to resist.