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Chapter 630
chapter 0276 part 1
**Chapter 275: Contention and Backstabbing**
Visible gaps appeared on the disc-like Blood Moon Space, with black lines resembling silkworms on mulberry leaves, gnawing from the four sides towards the center.
Soon, the two black lines first met and collided! In the mysterious Blood Moon Space, a golden Bat the size of a palm opened its Fangs and devoured the Energy of the Abyss Origin within the Blood Moon. Streams of dark Mist were constantly swallowed into its mouth.
Dracula reveled in the pleasure of his Strength surging. The golden fuzz on his Bat Wings was turning Blood-like in color as he continuously devoured the Power of the Abyss Origin.
This represented his Breakthrough through the bottleneck and limitations of the Vampire Clan, transforming towards the direction of "God".
The Vampire Clan is very similar to Giant Dragons; the Power of a true Bloodline grows with the passage of Time, as they are a Long-Lived Species.
Although they fear light and drink Blood, their long Lifespan is envied by many races.
However, compared to the ancient Giant Dragons said to be comparable to Gods in Legend, the Vampire Clan has a clear upper limit to their Power.
The Power of a Normal Vampire is limited by the parent who gave them The Embrace. Theoretically, few can surpass the Vampire who gave them The Embrace.
Dracula is an exception. He is one of the few Daywalkers in a thousand years and one of the rare Vampires with Prince Strength.
But among the Vampire Clan, aside from the legendary Blood Race Progenitor Cain, the Blood Witch Lilith, and a few Second Generation Vampires, very few Vampires can break through the Prince bottleneck, let alone reach the level of a Hell Lord.
Dracula, who was greedily Devouring the Abyss Origin in this place, suddenly felt the Power of the Abyss Origin, which was like a tide, vanish. His Fangs sucked hard, and a putrid smell made him feel dizzy from his intoxication.
A Blood Mist rose, and the golden Bat transformed into a handsome Middle-aged Man wearing a Cloak.
"Urnos!?"
Dracula looked at the black-cloaked figure opposite him, sensing the familiar Energy Fluctuation. Dracula was somewhat surprised.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle! Dracula, long time no see. The last time we met, I believe it was in the Middle Ages!" The black-cloaked figure removed his Hood, revealing a stark White Bone Skull.
Soul Fire burned in its two Eye Sockets. Its upper and lower jaws opened and closed as it greeted Dracula.
"You actually managed to sneak in too!" Dracula's Complexion was cold and stern, and a ball of Blood-colored Flames quietly condensed in his palm.
"I still have a few Old Friends in the Dark Council. With such a large-scale deployment of forces, I had to follow and see. I never expected it, truly unexpected!"
Urnos cackled strangely, "I never expected that my centuries-long cherished wish would be realized through your Dark Council!"
"This Power!" Urnos extended his Bone Claw in an entranced manner and suddenly swung it towards Dracula.
A wave of dark Energy Fluctuation swept across, and Raging Fire immediately burned beneath Dracula.
Urnos watched the raging pale Undead Flame burn excitedly. Unfortunately, before Urnos could be happy for long, a Blood-colored cloud rose from the Flames.
It transformed into countless palm-sized golden Bats that pounced towards Urnos. These golden Bats spat out Blood-colored Mist from the corners of their mouths, corroding the surrounding Space with sizzling sounds.
Seeing these Bats, Urnos's Complexion changed drastically. While rapidly retreating, a White Bone Cane appeared in his Bone Claw. He swung the Cane, and hundreds of poisonous phosphorescent fireballs the size of human heads shot towards the golden Bats.
Unfortunately, Urnos clearly underestimated the Speed of those golden Bats. After these fireballs hit the golden Bats hard, the golden Bats quickly dissipated like bubbles.
Clearly, what Urnos hit were merely Afterimages of the Bats Dracula had transformed into.
Urnos suddenly turned his Head. Behind him, a group of golden Bats were gathering together, transforming into Dracula's appearance. The moment Urnos turned his Head, a hand burning with Blood-colored Flames fiercely grabbed towards his face.
"Not the Main Body!?"
With a crack, Dracula twisted off the Skull's Neck in his hand and looked grimly behind him. He did not feel the Power of the Abyss Dimension Origin that Urnos had absorbed. Clearly, this Skeleton was not Urnos's Main Body.
To kill a Necromancer, one must find its Phylactery. Urnos's Phylactery was clearly also in this Blood Moon Space. However, compared to finding Urnos, whose location was unknown, the most important thing for Dracula now was to absorb as much of the Dimensional Origin Power as possible.
Dracula quickly transformed into a swarm of golden Bats and pounced towards the next patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin.
In a patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Dimension Origin, several Cloaked figures surrounded a wooden Box that closely resembled an urn.
This wooden Box, covered in Black Wizard Runes, was like a bottomless vortex in the black Mist, continuously Devouring the surrounding black Mist.
"Another Clone lost!"
"It's Dracula!"
"The most important thing now is to quickly merge with the Origin of this Dimensional Space and become the master of this Dimensional Realm! As long as we become Hell Lords, whether it's the Dark Council or that Human who has been chasing us like stray dogs, they will just be ants we can crush easily!"
Identical resentful Voices came from beneath the Cloaks of the figures surrounding the wooden Box.
The moment this patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin was completely absorbed by Urnos's Phylactery, a streak of Blood-colored Radiance suddenly leaped out.
The Blood-colored Saber Light cut out a nearly perfect arc. With one strike, Urnos's Clones surrounding the Phylactery turned into Dust in the Bloodlight.
The Phylactery trembled up and down, and the Magic Runes all over its surface flashed with Radiance, attempting to tear Space and move away from here.
The Blood-colored Saber Light flashed, directly splitting the Phylactery in two. After a mournful scream, the Bloodlight flashed, revealing the Main Body of the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade.
At the blade's jaw, which resembled a goat-headed demon, the devouring mouth opened, directly Devouring a large area of the black Mist Origin that wanted to dissipate.
After Devouring this patch of black Mist Origin, the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade flashed with Bloodlight, and a Blood-Robed Daoist appeared on the spot, whose figure and appearance were seven or eight parts similar to Boss Tang. He took a step and directly tore Space.
A Monster's Complexion was pale, its Pupils flickering with hexagrams. It forcefully channeled Magic Power, drawing on the endless Vitality of a Hell Lord, rapidly repairing its damaged Body.
Threads of flesh spread out, covering its wounds, scabbing over, and falling off.
After using Magic Power to repair his Body, the Winged Demon Lord took a deep breath.
Those Humans were too terrifying. His muscle tissue was already three parts harder than steel.
Even the Claws of a high-level battle Demon couldn't cause him any damage.
**Chapter 275: Contention and Backstabbing**
Visible gaps appeared on the disc-like Blood Moon Space, with black lines resembling silkworms on mulberry leaves, gnawing from the four sides towards the center.
Soon, the two black lines first met and collided! In the mysterious Blood Moon Space, a golden Bat the size of a palm opened its Fangs and devoured the Energy of the Abyss Origin within the Blood Moon. Streams of dark Mist were constantly swallowed into its mouth.
Dracula reveled in the pleasure of his Strength surging. The golden fuzz on his Bat Wings was turning Blood-like in color as he continuously devoured the Power of the Abyss Origin.
This represented his Breakthrough through the bottleneck and limitations of the Vampire Clan, transforming towards the direction of "God".
The Vampire Clan is very similar to Giant Dragons; the Power of a true Bloodline grows with the passage of Time, as they are a Long-Lived Species.
Although they fear light and drink Blood, their long Lifespan is envied by many races.
However, compared to the ancient Giant Dragons said to be comparable to Gods in Legend, the Vampire Clan has a clear upper limit to their Power.
The Power of a Normal Vampire is limited by the parent who gave them The Embrace. Theoretically, few can surpass the Vampire who gave them The Embrace.
Dracula is an exception. He is one of the few Daywalkers in a thousand years and one of the rare Vampires with Prince Strength.
But among the Vampire Clan, aside from the legendary Blood Race Progenitor Cain, the Blood Witch Lilith, and a few Second Generation Vampires, very few Vampires can break through the Prince bottleneck, let alone reach the level of a Hell Lord.
Dracula, who was greedily Devouring the Abyss Origin in this place, suddenly felt the Power of the Abyss Origin, which was like a tide, vanish. His Fangs sucked hard, and a putrid smell made him feel dizzy from his intoxication.
A Blood Mist rose, and the golden Bat transformed into a handsome Middle-aged Man wearing a Cloak.
"Urnos!?"
Dracula looked at the black-cloaked figure opposite him, sensing the familiar Energy Fluctuation. Dracula was somewhat surprised.
"Cackle, cackle, cackle! Dracula, long time no see. The last time we met, I believe it was in the Middle Ages!" The black-cloaked figure removed his Hood, revealing a stark White Bone Skull.
Soul Fire burned in its two Eye Sockets. Its upper and lower jaws opened and closed as it greeted Dracula.
"You actually managed to sneak in too!" Dracula's Complexion was cold and stern, and a ball of Blood-colored Flames quietly condensed in his palm.
"I still have a few Old Friends in the Dark Council. With such a large-scale deployment of forces, I had to follow and see. I never expected it, truly unexpected!"
Urnos cackled strangely, "I never expected that my centuries-long cherished wish would be realized through your Dark Council!"
"This Power!" Urnos extended his Bone Claw in an entranced manner and suddenly swung it towards Dracula.
A wave of dark Energy Fluctuation swept across, and Raging Fire immediately burned beneath Dracula.
Urnos watched the raging pale Undead Flame burn excitedly. Unfortunately, before Urnos could be happy for long, a Blood-colored cloud rose from the Flames.
It transformed into countless palm-sized golden Bats that pounced towards Urnos. These golden Bats spat out Blood-colored Mist from the corners of their mouths, corroding the surrounding Space with sizzling sounds.
Seeing these Bats, Urnos's Complexion changed drastically. While rapidly retreating, a White Bone Cane appeared in his Bone Claw. He swung the Cane, and hundreds of poisonous phosphorescent fireballs the size of human heads shot towards the golden Bats.
Unfortunately, Urnos clearly underestimated the Speed of those golden Bats. After these fireballs hit the golden Bats hard, the golden Bats quickly dissipated like bubbles.
Clearly, what Urnos hit were merely Afterimages of the Bats Dracula had transformed into.
Urnos suddenly turned his Head. Behind him, a group of golden Bats were gathering together, transforming into Dracula's appearance. The moment Urnos turned his Head, a hand burning with Blood-colored Flames fiercely grabbed towards his face.
"Not the Main Body!?"
With a crack, Dracula twisted off the Skull's Neck in his hand and looked grimly behind him. He did not feel the Power of the Abyss Dimension Origin that Urnos had absorbed. Clearly, this Skeleton was not Urnos's Main Body.
To kill a Necromancer, one must find its Phylactery. Urnos's Phylactery was clearly also in this Blood Moon Space. However, compared to finding Urnos, whose location was unknown, the most important thing for Dracula now was to absorb as much of the Dimensional Origin Power as possible.
Dracula quickly transformed into a swarm of golden Bats and pounced towards the next patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin.
In a patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Dimension Origin, several Cloaked figures surrounded a wooden Box that closely resembled an urn.
This wooden Box, covered in Black Wizard Runes, was like a bottomless vortex in the black Mist, continuously Devouring the surrounding black Mist.
"Another Clone lost!"
"It's Dracula!"
"The most important thing now is to quickly merge with the Origin of this Dimensional Space and become the master of this Dimensional Realm! As long as we become Hell Lords, whether it's the Dark Council or that Human who has been chasing us like stray dogs, they will just be ants we can crush easily!"
Identical resentful Voices came from beneath the Cloaks of the figures surrounding the wooden Box.
The moment this patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin was completely absorbed by Urnos's Phylactery, a streak of Blood-colored Radiance suddenly leaped out.
The Blood-colored Saber Light cut out a nearly perfect arc. With one strike, Urnos's Clones surrounding the Phylactery turned into Dust in the Bloodlight.
The Phylactery trembled up and down, and the Magic Runes all over its surface flashed with Radiance, attempting to tear Space and move away from here.
The Blood-colored Saber Light flashed, directly splitting the Phylactery in two. After a mournful scream, the Bloodlight flashed, revealing the Main Body of the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade.
At the blade's jaw, which resembled a goat-headed demon, the devouring mouth opened, directly Devouring a large area of the black Mist Origin that wanted to dissipate.
After Devouring this patch of black Mist Origin, the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade flashed with Bloodlight, and a Blood-Robed Daoist appeared on the spot, whose figure and appearance were seven or eight parts similar to Boss Tang. He took a step and directly tore Space.
A Monster's Complexion was pale, its Pupils flickering with hexagrams. It forcefully channeled Magic Power, drawing on the endless Vitality of a Hell Lord, rapidly repairing its damaged Body.
Threads of flesh spread out, covering its wounds, scabbing over, and falling off.
After using Magic Power to repair his Body, the Winged Demon Lord took a deep breath.
Those Humans were too terrifying. His muscle tissue was already three parts harder than steel.
Even the Claws of a high-level battle Demon couldn't cause him any damage.
