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In a dark cave.
There were a lot of complex sites with dark magical powers.
Earl Timont, along with the other Vampires, opened up a huge poison and checked inside.
Inside the poison, the zombie children reach out their hands, their heads tilting.
Earl Timont looked down at the children and said with an indifferent tone.
“We need to age him more, but we need to replace him because he can't take it." ”
Thousands of pots placed in caves. They were all storage for the children who had become zombies, and they had replacements for Rufel's rotting flesh.
It was a manufacturing site that infused dark magic and poison with zombies and aged for decades to create a 'temporary' flesh.
It was a way to artificially create a prototypical vampire.
Of course, in the case of the founder, it takes a ridiculous amount of time.
"Hey, get Rupel. We have to exchange bodies."
The Vampires flinch at Timmons' words.
They face each other and say with an embarrassing look.
“That's... that's not Mr. Rupel right now. ”
“What?"
“Apparently, he's going hunting for livestock. ”
Earl Timont kicked his tongue with a crumpled impression.
“It's still a hunt! This is why we don't let young people become vampires. You don't have an idea!"
Earl Timont said so and pulled out the boy in the poison.
A zombie howls through the air.
Earl Timont, checking on the status of the young zombie, asked the Vampires if anything had come to mind.
“Wait, where did the livestock hunt go? ”
Earl Timont's words silence the Vampires.
Because Rupel gave the word.
"You are my assistants, not Rufel's servants. ”
Earl Timont speaks as he lives, and the vampires sweat cold.
They opened their mouths rather than face each other.
“Ah, he said he was going to the palace of Aslan. ”
Earl Timont looks dazed.
For a moment, his expression distorted.
“Ahhhh! You little brat! You have no learning skills at all! ”
I wrapped my head around my buttocks.
Rupel was always impulsive.
At the age of 0, he became a zombie and was left in the hands of the Vampire King for almost 10 years.
Even if the Vampire King injects magic and knowledge himself, he's at most seven, eight years old.
As long as there was no ego growth, they were like children because of one vampire.
In particular, Rupel lacked 'restraint'.
Rufel always runs away from White, but he's made him angry somehow.
He made fun of White by pillaging villages in the Holy See, killing his people, or killing Julia.
It was kind of an abomination.
Vampires hated that they were once 'human' like livestock.
That's why most people who become vampires eat or kill flesh.
“You piece of shit! Someone who can't live a year without me is thrilled. Anyway, the young ones are arrogant and have no idea. I think!”
Earl Timon kicks his tongue.
There seems to be a sudden side effect of the zombie apocalypse.
The soul was broken, and the body could not stand it, so it was close to faults that had to be replaced from time to time.
I was filled with arrogance just because I received the blood and magic from the Vampire King.
He has hunted only weak livestock without proper combat experience. The bluff was also different.
There was blood on Earl Timont's forehead.
He stares at the vampires and says,
“Prepare for warp. ”
“Yes?”
You nod as if the Vampires were tilting and remembering something.
“Oh, is this an experimental three-dimensional warp? Shall we prepare the priests for the sacrifice? ”
“No, we're just moving. Get out of here.”
“Moving?”
Earl Timont's words puzzle the Vampires.
It's been decades since he went out there.
The Vampires nod and ask.
“Where are the coordinates? ”
Earl Timon waves the young zombie in his hand.
“The capital of Aslan. Gather as many Vampires as you can and head to the palace. ”
“To the palace? ”
“Yes, gather the humans by sacrifice. Since it's a long distance, it requires magical power to warp."
The Vampires nod.
“Very well. I'll gather about 50 humans for the sacrifice right away." ”
“Shit, I don't care if he dies. ”
Earl Timont glances at the zombie in his hand.
Then I opened my mouth.
My chin falls off and my cheeks are torn off.
A large gill smashes the young zombie's head open.
The skull cracks. Blood spills from his mouth with the sound of meat chewing.
“The king treats him as a pet. We can't let him die. ”
The problem is that the Vampire King wants the Second Prince Rupel.
It was simple for a reason.
The only thing that can take over a body is a Rupel.
Above all, if you grow up and 'eat', you will have no better nutrients.
Rupel was still useful to the Vampires.
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The blood swirls around the two princes, Rupel Olfolds.
In front of the world water, the energy of life disappeared and the magic spread.
The green garden decays.
The world's number of leaves also turned black.
The servants and maids run away screaming.
Charlotte, Woodman, Hassansins, Haman and Tinya stare at Rupel at the center of the blood vortex.
Rupel smiled.
It was embarrassing, but it wasn't hard to get rid of those in front of you.
‘Five minutes ahead. If we don't get this done in time, I'm in danger. ’
White and Oskar would have noticed by now.
Before they arrived, they had to kill them all and escape with the three popes, Rufel.
As the whirlpool of blood attempts to slaughter the humans in front of you, Rupel frowns in dismay.
He turns his head toward the palace, feeling a strange posture.
What the hell?
It's not popular.
After all the commotion, only a small sound is heard, and all the voices are gone.
It feels like a lot of humans have escaped from the palace.
While the paladins are busy camping and have to stop themselves, they don't even notice.
Did they all run away in such a short time?
Thatcher is faster than I thought. Did any of them notice themselves first?
But the paladins? They're not the ones who will run away in fear.
‘Maybe the three popes ran away, too. You can't do this. ’
It was Rupel who had a beautiful look on his face.
His expression hardened gradually, and soon he was filled with horror.
“What the hell? ”
A stream of divine power appeared in Rupel's vision.
A vast force was gathering at the palace.
Lupel swallows his magical energy and it spreads into the air.
I feel my lungs burning just by breathing.
Unable to pinpoint exact location.
Massive sacred magic was being performed somewhere in the royal palace.
“Holy shit! ”
Rupel gives me the creeps.
However, the performance level is too fast.
The Sword King?
White? No way.
In the beginning, they were flesh waves.
I wouldn't bother sneaking around and collecting holy power.
‘Then what is it? There's another one? ’
Ridiculous.
These are the ones in front of me. I was confident of defeating them with a pile of them.
However, even a monster gathering his sacred power somewhere in the palace was not something he could do.
- King Lahamma is dead.
Rupel recalls what Earl Timont said.
Did you...? You mean it wasn't White who killed King Lahamma?
The plan is wrong! ’
In the beginning, there was no doubt that there was a servant named Rufel, and I was going to sneak in and take only the three popes.
I was somewhat confident.
It was used in the palace of the Holy See.
Earl Pomorr's help, but he was able to escape safely.
That alone angered White and made fun of the Holy See. I did not doubt that I would taste the excitement of that time again.
The kidnapping of the three princes will be a lot simpler than what happened at the Holy See.
"Damn it, what the hell are the tenants doing? Why didn't you know there were monsters like this in advance? ’
Rupel screams into his heart.
This is no time to be messing around with livestock.
I had to get out of here fast.
Lupel looked down at the ground.
A swirling blood splashes across the floor around him.
Runes are engraved.
Rupel carefully tries to draw the warp jeans that Earl Timont taught him.
But...
Rupel raises his head in popularity as he approaches.
Charlotte digs into Rupel's arms.
An aura gushes from the sacred sword.
In addition, the wind spirits summoned by Tinya appear around her.
The wind blows over Charlotte's sword.
The blade of wind slashes the blood as it is.
The sword slams into the blood that was floating in the air.
The blood is pulverized and spurted all around.
Rupel winces, but smiles with confidence.
“You can't just kill me with it. ”
Blood gathers in Rupel's hands with magical power.
At that moment, a giant wooden man leaps up toward Rupel.
A tree-rooted hand drops down and bursts the blood.
“Oops…! ”
Rupel hurriedly takes his body back.
The daggers with chains pierce the body of those ruffles.
The dagger buries its body.
The Hassanids pull the chain connected to the Dagger.
Your body twists. It's a temporary body that makes you feel shoddy in the first place. I can't feel my strength.
You collect your magic and summon the blood to break the chain.
In the process, Rupel frowned.
The flow of magical power was not free.
Rather it was unstable.
The snow of Rupel heads for the royal palace with the water of the world.
"It bothers me!"
Mana flowing from the water of the world.
The power gathered around the palace.
All of this creates a situation that is disadvantageous to him.
Blood swirls like a protective shield around him.
“You're really annoying! ”
Blood spurts out, fluttering.
He bent like a whip and swung around.
Woodman's body slashes on the whip.
The palace is destroyed and the garden destroyed.
The Hassansins evacuate with Tinya, and Haman steps back.
Charlotte escapes even in the whirlpool of blood.
Over time, Rupel grew restless.
Estimated time has passed 3 minutes.
White and Oscar will be here soon.
Is that it?
I haven't found a monster in the palace preparing for anything yet.
If they cooperate, they will be beaten without fail.
Time flies.
The more I did, the deeper the word "death" got in my head.
Rupel takes a breath.
A weak beating heart beats rapidly.
I was struck by fear that I might end up with a false life.
‘I don't think I'm gonna die. ’
I couldn't die.
I still had a lot of work to do.
The defeat of the Holy See, and the emperor Rose who did this to himself, her son Rupel, and the father White who abandoned himself.
And all the people of the Celestial Family.
I couldn't die until I killed them all.
Rupel's blood is on the floor.
Draw even warp.
I don't know where I'm going.
I don't care about unstable warp.
I had to get out of here no matter where I fell.
“Hey, I haven't seen you before. Brother.”
The floor where the warp jeans were painted explodes and a slow gunshot sounds.
Rupel shuts his mouth as he watches his hands burn.
Then the same sentence as the death sentence reached him.
“I never thought I'd see you like this. ”
Rupel raises his head in cold sweat.
A boy looks this way from the balcony of the palace. He holds a musket in his right hand and a grimoire in his left hand.
Rufel's eyes are filled with terror.
Found it.
Origin of sexual strength.
The boy was gathering his strength.
‘Wait, is that a human? Human... is that right? ’
You look young.
He was only 17 years old.
A man like that handles that much power?
It was ridiculous.
Compared to the undead, who have been gathering magical power for hundreds of years, it was a monster that should not exist in this world.
Rupel is frightened.
He looks like a scared little boy.
“What, what? Who the hell are you? ”
Rupel yells in terror.
On the balcony of the palace, the boy smiled with a happy smile.
“Alan Olfalls, your brother. ”
“He's a good brother for your funeral. So.”
The boy said so and closed the book.
At that moment, a part of the palace collapses.
A giant bony hand lifts up against the boy.
A wave of holy water flows through the crumbling Palace of Aslan.
A massive backbone protrudes from the collapsing debris.
A congested giant with a large crowned skull and bone. A sacred undead with four giant Bone Hands.
The second prince, Rupel, stood firm and watched.
The red moonlight disappears and becomes clear.
The sacred power spreads around the palace and the tide of the holy water fills the floor like a flood.
Lupel's feet melt with holy water.
My body shifted and I knelt on my knees.
He looks up at the great White Bone King's upper half, facing a clear, cleansed moon.
“... Oh, my God. ”
The White Bone King draws his sword from the Holy Water Lake.
A sword of gold and bone was held by the White Bone King.
The white glare flickers and looks down at Rufel like a trifle.
On the White Bone King's hand, the boy smiled and said.
"Die in peace, brother."