chsdbacks Chapter 126 The Little Female Demon Grand Duke
Chapter 126 The Little Female Demon Grand Duke
The City of Eternal Night.
The territory of Grand Duchess Linor von Scarlet of the Abyss Vampires.
It was completely different from the city of Thebes, which was filled with violent heat, like that of the Balrog Duke Philitos.
The architectural style of the entire Eternal Night City leans towards pale and dark red, exuding an elegant sense of decay.
A faint smell of rust filled the air.
A perpetually unchanging blood moon hangs in the sky, providing a dim light source for this desolate city.
However, at this moment, this deathly silence was completely shattered.
"boom--!"
In the heart of the city, the most magnificent pale castle, its iconic spire, collapsed with a deafening crash from a jet-black slash.
The shattered, pale stone, mixed with fragments of stained glass, rained down on the square and streets below, stirring up clouds of dust.
Inside the castle, the main hall, which was originally used to host lavish blood banquets, is now in a state of chaos.
The magnificent crystal chandelier was shattered on the floor.
In the center of the hall.
Freya stood quietly.
She was still wearing that black dress, her long white hair swaying slightly in the aftershocks of the surging energy.
She didn't even take out any weapons; she simply stood barefoot on the cold, broken ground.
At her feet lay three corpses dressed in luxurious vintage clothing.
They are the three vampire princes of Nightshade City, each possessing ancient power approaching that of the Abyss Grand Duke, and are Linor's most capable lieutenants.
At this moment, they were like three worn-out dolls, carelessly discarded by Freya in this hall.
About ten meters in front of Freya, the severed limbs of high-ranking vampire guards littered the ground, their thick, dark red blood almost forming a small pool.
Only two vampires remained standing in the entire hall.
One was the figure sitting at the far end of the hall, on the Scarlet Fang Throne made of dark red crystal.
Linor von Frosty.
She looked like a human girl of thirteen or fourteen, petite in stature, wearing an extremely elaborate and gorgeous dark red Gothic Lolita dress.
She has long, jet-black hair.
His skin was so pale it was almost transparent, and his large eyes were an eerie blood red, which were now slightly wide open due to anger and fear.
Two small but sharp fangs were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth.
In her hand was a gothic umbrella, also black.
She seemed to be trying hard to maintain a haughty demeanor, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed her.
The other person standing was an old vampire dressed in classical butler's attire, kneeling halfway in front of her throne.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his breathing was unsteady.
It had clearly just experienced a brief but brutal battle and suffered a defeat, and was now struggling to stand in front of its master once again.
"Your Highness... please, please hurry..." the old butler said with difficulty, his blood-red eyes fixed on Freya in front of him.
"Leave? Why should I leave?"
Linor suddenly stood up from the throne, her small body swaying slightly with excitement.
She pointed the gothic umbrella at Freya, her voice sharp and high-pitched, carrying a deliberately exaggerated arrogance:
"Where did this nobody come from! How dare you trespass into my Eternal Night City, destroy my castle, and even kill my loyal servants!"
She raised her delicate chin, her bloodshot eyes filled with offended rage:
"Do you know who I am? I am the inheritor of the noble Scarlet Fang bloodline! Grand Duchess of the Abyss Blood Clan! Linor von Scarlet Fang!"
"You think you can shake the dignity of Eternal Night City, given that you're some weird woman who appeared out of nowhere?"
"This is ridiculous! Trash! Trash! Trash!!"
With each "miscellaneous fish" she uttered, her voice rose a notch, as if that could dispel the growing unease in her heart.
Freya watched her performance quietly, her red eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were watching a boring farce.
Linor finished shouting and was slightly out of breath.
Freya tilted her head slightly, her voice chillingly calm:
"Are you done talking?"
Linor gasped.
"Well then, get ready for the cleaning!"
"You damned vixen!!"
She raised her hand, her slender fingers gently grasping Linor's.
"Bang!"
Beside Linor, the armrest of the throne, made of sturdy magical metal, suddenly exploded into a cloud of flying metal dust without warning!
It didn't just shatter; it was completely reduced to dust!
Linor screamed in fright and jumped back, her face turning deathly pale.
For a brief moment, she felt she had almost no power to resist.
"You, you..." Linor's voice began to tremble, and her bloodshot eyes were finally filled with pure fear.
This white-haired woman... is definitely not some nobody!
She is a monster! A monster far more terrifying than the unspeakable creatures of the deepest abyss!
"Your Excellency! Run!" The old steward roared, unleashing his last bit of blood energy as he transformed into a blood shadow and lunged at Freya, trying to buy even a second of time for his master.
Freya didn't even glance at him.
He simply waved casually.
Like brushing away a grain of dust.
"puff!"
The old butler's figure suddenly froze in mid-air as he lunged forward. Then, his entire body silently disintegrated and vanished from within, returning to nothingness.
Linor's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
run!
Must run!
The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap, overwhelming all notions of nobility and dignity.
She turned around abruptly, not even caring about her appearance, and scrambled towards the back of the throne.
There is a huge family portrait there.
She pressed hard on a hidden mechanism on the animation frame.
"Click!"
The portrait, along with the wall behind it, slid to the side, revealing a portal that flickered with an unstable, dark red light.
This is an unstable gap connecting a certain material plane.
"Trying to run away?"
Freya's voice remained calm, but it carried a hint of impatience.
She stretched out her finger and pointed it at Linor's back from afar.
A tiny, almost invisible black thread shot out at a speed beyond comprehension, precisely piercing Linor's back.
"ah--!"
Linor let out a piercing scream, feeling as if her body had been brutally pierced by something cold and vicious.
But the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything, and with her last bit of strength, she crashed headfirst into the flickering portal.
The portal trembled violently a few times after she entered, then with a "buzz," it vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
Freya lowered her hand and frowned slightly.
"Honestly, I had already held back a bit, intending to catch her and torture her to avenge the grudge of seducing my husband in my past life."
"I can't believe she got away."
"However, if she forcibly passes through the unstable world barrier, her strength will definitely be suppressed... We can only let her go for now."
Freya did not pursue them further. Instead, she turned around and looked at the messy hall, her gaze sweeping over the remaining bodies and energy of the vampire princes.
"These are good ingredients. Perhaps we could refine them and make a small gift for my husband?"
"He's probably still... quite weak, right?"
Thinking of Lynn, the coldness in her red eyes melted slightly, and a gentle ripple appeared.
But soon, this tenderness was overshadowed by a deeper obsession.
"Honey, you need to get stronger quickly!"
"Otherwise... you'll be targeted by bad women."
"If my husband is targeted by bad women, I will get rid of all those bad women."
"My darling husband~"
Her figure slowly blended into the shadows of the hall and disappeared.