Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 187: 189: Have you ever heard the sound of a 'Sharp Sword' being unsheathed?

Chapter 187: Chapter 189: Have you ever heard the sound of a ‘Sharp Sword’ being unsheathed?

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“Sorry, it’s my first time using my true form, and I’m still in my juvenile phase, so I’m a bit small. Please forgive me,”

“Unknown Lord of Hell, you’ve overstepped your bounds.” The Blood River trembled as Vlad III’s voice, laden with a corrupt aura, pierced through the air, racing towards Qin Muye.

“Vlad III, have you ever heard the sound of a sword being drawn?” Qin Muye said something seemingly nonsensical before his colossal Titan form lunged forward.

“Master Vlad, stop scraping already, why don’t you try cutting down the middle instead?” Qin Muye rolled his eyes at the nonsensical sight. It was broad daylight, and theoretically, the moon should have been on the other side of the globe, yet it was forcibly dragged out for him.

“Your Majesty, the Ruby King, the seal of Transylvania City has been broken. Please enter quickly. Vlad III has noticed, and I’m afraid he’s now carrying…” The red-robed archbishop hadn’t finished speaking when a middle-aged man in a red and black tailcoat stepped out of the Hell entrance seal.

“You…”

“You’re too weak,” Qin Muye cut in, preempting Vlad III’s astonishment.

“First, I need to correct you; natural gemstones aren’t beautiful. Only polished gemstones are truly precious,” Qin Muye said, as the aura of his bloodline continuously bloomed, with crimson crystals and a terrifying pressure emerging around him.

“The speed is fine, but the power is still lacking a bit,” Qin Muye said languidly.

“Forget it, stop scraping; I think you might not be able to do it anymore.”

“Tsk, the power of self-destruction is kind of frightening, isn’t it? I haven’t even gone full self-destruct yet. If I did, wouldn’t that be even more terrifying?” Qin Muye couldn’t help but marvel.

“This is really… wait, what about those who were supposed to lead the way?” Qin Muye suddenly realized, his move Crimson Hell self-destruct was indeed satisfying, but the power was truly immense, and it was an indiscriminate attack.

“What a beautiful work of art!” Qin Muye couldn’t help but sigh.

He had planned to come over as a punching bag to bide time, but he never expected… he was too strong and even managed to fight against higher-level adversaries.

But it didn’t matter, the Magic Shield was only of Ordinary Level, and Qin Muye could adjust it easily.

But Qin Muye was someone with a domain, and the mixed domain power of Crimson, Hell, and Titan erupted, causing the Blood River to be constantly tainted and eroded in his unbearable-to-look presence.

When everything had calmed down, Qin Muye’s Titan form crouched down and poked the blood-colored river on the ground that was no longer moving.

The other party was Vlad III. The first time Qin Muye saw him, he could tell he was an elegant noble.

And when Vlad III saw Qin Muye, his expression brightened, “A perfect body, as precious as a natural gemstone.”

The red-robed archbishop and the three factions were also secretly complaining. They had planned to trigger the battle after entering Transylvania City to avoid any problems.

Afterwards, ocean water welled up from beneath their feet, covering the Netherworld and forming a pulling situation along with the blood and evil spirits summoned by Vlad III.

And within the blur, phantom figures began to descend one by one.

Seeing this, Vlad III’s eyes sharpened, “I admire your shell, but I detest your soul.”

Part of the Human Clan bloodline that made up Qin Muye included the Titan Divine Race bloodline. Although he looked ordinary, his demeanor was indubitably genuine.

The black and red figure vanished in an instant, and then the entire sky was covered with a vast number of bats, obscuring the sun in an incredibly terrifying manner.

Boom~

The loud noise echoed throughout the world.

But now, the situation had completely exceeded their expectations. Vlad III moved so fast that they had no time to enter before they were intercepted.

Thunder burst. The Crimson Thunder in Qin Muye’s hands fell upon Vlad III with the swiftness of lightning, and although the latter reacted quickly, he was still a fraction too slow.

Even Vlad III, who had been giving him a back scrape, stopped. After all, Qin Muye was too big.

Magic power condensed into a torrent and exploded; this thing was called Crimson Hell.

Could it be that without “Lord Era” digitizing his abilities to breathe, walk, etc., he wouldn’t be able to breathe or walk?

Boom~

The formidable body, born of the authority from Hell, stirred everything with its overwhelming magic power.

Qin Muye felt that Vlad III’s 6th rank and the True Dragon Emperor’s, as well as other Lords’ 6th rank, might not be on the same level.

Qin Muye certainly didn’t believe that these people could run a hundred kilometers in a blink of an eye. He trusted this Vlad III, though; otherwise, why would he rush to hug him if not for fear that the other party might flee upon sensing danger?

Qin Muye glanced at his own Life Value, which was still at 300%, but was currently recovering continuously.

He usually used it to “sweep the floor”, and in the past, to self-destruct, but now things were different. His body was much sturdier—using it at most would be akin to a bomb, and he certainly wouldn’t die.

While Life Value recovery was one thing, he had to adjust his state to self-destruct in a more spirited manner.

Suddenly, it seemed as though countless crimson blood began to coalesce behind the opposition, and the flapping of innumerable bats could be heard. The long fangs at the corners of the mouth revealed a hideous appearance.

So, after the refreshing moment passed, his companions felt the chill as well.

His Titan Divine Race Bloodline stemmed from the second God King Cronos, holding dominions over sky, ocean, and the Netherworld. In other worlds, Qin Muye might not have been able to use it, but in the Horror Universe, he too was a Divine with authority—for Crimson Hell was but the manifestation of his power.

He wasn’t very confident against True Dragon Emperors and other Lords, but as for this Vlad III… he really was no good.

The pain had healed before he even felt it, probably because his body’s constitution and regenerative capabilities were too strong.

In the next instant, Qin Muye’s body swelled continuously, and he was surrounded by leaping crimson crystals like thunder. He not only freed all his abilities and Talents, but he also transformed into a Titan Giant God.

In the next moment, countless Crimson Thunders erupted, ravaging nearly a kilometer in range.

The crimson crystals covered Qin Muye’s body, forming a Divine Armor. With a reach of his hand, a streak of Crimson Thunder appeared.

In the Blood River, the body, which was blown to bits and even covered by various terrifying radioactive contamination, had its tattered tailcoat turned into strips of cloth.

Amidst the Blood River, a figure resembling a Water Element made of blood surfaced, with bat wings unfolded behind. The stench of blood was so strong that Qin Muye felt nauseous, but thankfully, he had good composure and did not vomit—otherwise, it might have been enough to turn Vlad III green with envy.

Bloodflowers, waves, thunder, red mist, crystals.

The tail of the tailcoat was struck by the thunder. In the next moment, a large number of crimson crystals crawled up the opponent’s body.

After a loud boom, Qin Muye staggered, his face adorned with five bloody marks deep enough to see bone, but they healed in an instant.

So, everyone else could only carefully retreat to avoid being affected by the clash of these two.

In that brief moment, a splendid explosion burst forth from around Qin Muye, spreading a terrible calamity.

Well, Vlad III might be a high-attack agile fighter, while Qin Muye was a high-health tank, and with an extra-long shield—he could only end up scratching the surface, it seems. His own synthesis of the Human Race Bloodline was indeed powerful enough.

The battle seemed ready to ignite at any moment.

Standing nearby, the red-garbed Archbishop felt his hairs stand on end. It seemed the Lord of Hell was indeed no ordinary being.

This ability was inherent in his bloodline. Even if no data manifested, would he lose it? Of course not.

Just as he finished adjusting, he saw a black and crimson shadow moving at an extremely fast pace around him, scratching wildly. A large amount of red blood seeped from the ground, covering a vast stretch of land. Wails of agony from Evil Spirits reached out their bodies—even the sun in the sky was pressed down, turning into a crimson moon.

The entire sky and earth thrummed with violent ripples of shock.

Yet, although Vlad III was weaker than a 6th-rank Lord, he still had the power to resist. Bats danced around, and blood began to rise into rivers, washing away the thunder.

In just an instant, a hundred-meter tall Titan Divine figure emerged.

Cutting through to the heavens, a mushroom cloud blossomed in the world while large swathes of crimson pollution, Hell Power, and Titan Divine Power swept hundreds of miles around.

As for Magic Shields, they indeed couldn’t block the opponent, whose claws possessed the Power of Demonic Destruction.

As for self-destructing, it was nothing more than dying together with someone else. But now Qin Muye had a longer Life Value, so even if he self-destructed, he could survive, and what’s more, he had a lightning-fast recovery rate. In another two or three minutes, he could probably self-destruct again.