Chapter 2551 - 1116: Baron of Blood, Archial (Part 3)
All demons subconsciously believe that these thieves, under national pursuit, are surely like frightened rats, desperately wanting to escape from Azegrat, how could they burrow into Zelata, which is like a demon cave.
"Are you ever going to stop?"
The grief and indignation in Triple Shadows Taharissi’s heart was not just about to overflow, but rather erupted like a volcano.
The golden figure was like a maggot clinging to her bone, chasing once again from afar.
This time the opponent needed no disguise, advancing at an inconceivable speed.
Coupled with the opponent’s precise ability to lock onto her, the various illusionary traps she laid along the way were simply decorative.
The opponent didn’t need to care, just follow the direct lock for a straight flight.
The more small tricks she did along the way, the more time she delayed, the faster the opponent closed in.
Realizing this, Triple Shadows dared not make any more small moves, directly entering the Godhood Form, galloping towards Zelata in a manner combining flying and running.
This approach not only increased her escape speed but also created a greater commotion, drawing the gaze of countless demons upon her.
Especially as the distance to Zelata grew closer, the commotion naturally intensified.
Countless large bats rose skyward from Zelata, converging into a bat cloud, heading towards Taharissi.
The immense bat cloud gathered like a black tornado, transforming into a Half-Elf, slender and graceful with a charming, roguish smile on his bloodless pale face.
Coupled with well-dressed attire, he seemed like a wayward noble Half-Elf prince, exuding a sweet, enticing aura, irresistibly drawing people into intoxication.
At seeing him, Triple Shadows Taharissi breathed a long sigh of relief, yet her expression was tinged with undeniable apprehension as she respectfully explained from afar: "Lord Archial, it’s not that I wish to destroy Zelata, but I’m compelled; those thieves are pursuing me, they’re coming towards Zelata!"
The seemingly frail Half-Elf youth before her was the notorious Baron of Blood, Archial, feared throughout Azeglar.
He was the true purpose behind Triple Shadows adopting the Godhood Form.
The guardian of Zelata was his duty; even his true form wasn’t here, there would at least be a Demonic Incarnation of him present.
Taharissi also knew the danger he posed, his polite and frail demeanor was merely a facade, he could unpredictably enter a bloodthirsty beast state and launch a fierce attack.
Hence, she succinctly threw out the core information she held.
As expected.
Triple Shadows’ words immediately piqued the interest of the Blood Baron, prompting a series of counter-questions: "They? You mean there isn’t just one thief? Who are they indeed? Daring to venture into Azegrat and steal His Majesty’s treasure? And they still dare approach Zelata!"
Though wearing a gentle smile, there was not a trace of warmth in the Blood Baron’s words, only endless coldness.
Taharissi answered respectfully: "It’s the Hands of Slaughter, brought along are not only the newly risen Revenge Demigod and Berserk Demigod but also a Demonic Incarnation of the Queen of the Succubi. Now Marreta and her Gun Cavalry must also be accounted for.
They have been enslaved and manipulated by the opponent’s Undead Power, betraying His Majesty! Now the whole of Samoray is engulfed in flames!"
Even though she was Prince Grazte of the Ubar’s most favored daughter, she dared not show any disrespect to the Blood Baron.
No fewer than ten of Grazte’s offspring have paid a heavy price for their arrogance.
Those lucky enough to become the Blood Baron’s new playthings have fared rather well; several have even fallen into permanent death, among them were some of Prince Ubar’s most favored.
In this, Prince Ubar simply did not intervene, diverting his affection to another offspring.
Since then, all of Prince Ubar’s kin have understood one lesson.
To Grazte, their positions are replaceable, but not that of Blood Baron Archial.
At least until the Blood Baron commits a betrayal to Prince Ubar’s destructive error, this remains true.
"Hands of Slaughter? That mortal who commands death and slaughter? The ignorant fool truly believes that severely wounding a minor King of the Jackalweres allows him to act wantonly within the Bottomless Abyss."
The roguish smile on the Blood Baron’s face deepened, finally twisting into a frenzy and cruelty as his body visibly changed.
The muscles on his body swelled high, dense hair like steel needles pierced from his body, his face contorted into a hybrid of human and starving wolf, arms bending into wolf claws, blazing red eyes exuded violent and bloodthirsty desire.
At the instant the Blood Baron transformed, Taharissi had already reverted to a mortal body type, splitting into three, dashing in three different directions.
The Blood Baron had a dual nature, an extremely split personality.
The earlier side who engaged in conversation with Taharissi was the roguish prince side, when in this side, though equally obsessed with blood, addicted to it like life, he could somewhat control himself.
However, when entering the beast side, he became wild, berserk, and bloodthirsty, surpassing even the King of the Jackalweres, galloping with wolves, tearing apart throats, ripping flesh, gulping down blood as if swallowing a feast; where he passed, corpses littered the field, rivers of blood flowed.
Triple Shadows’ decision was undeniably decisive, her actions swift.
Yet the Blood Baron in beast mode was terrifyingly fast, leaving only a blood-tinted afterimage in the air; the howl the prior second was distant, the next was nearly upon her.
With dynamic vision, Taharissi discerned clearly it wasn’t the Blood Baron’s sheer speed that left only an afterimage; he transformed himself into a flying mass of blood fog during the process.
Propelled by enormous Divine Power, the speed was naturally astonishing; upon closing in, he reverted to a humanoid beast state.
The targeted Taharissi avatar felt an overwhelming pressure suffocating her surroundings, not only making movement arduous but reducing her motions to slow motion.
She seemed to distinctly sense the Blood Baron’s hooked claws deeply digging into her shoulder flesh, the warm, foul air coming from behind her, aiming directly at her neck.