Chapter 2390 - Weird Movement (1/2)
Chapter 2390: Weird Movement
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
“I’m Mo Fan. Can you please die as you have wished?” Mo Fan suddenly appeared in front of the Duke of Syam.
He had used Blink to instantly appear in front of the vampire.
The air Mo Fan was carrying was being manipulated by Chaos Magic. The Duke of Syam reacted very quickly, dodging to the side swiftly, but was still lifted off the ground by a strange force.
The Duke of Syam was flying upward due to the reversal of gravity.
“Heavenly Flames Pattern!”
A huge burning Pattern appeared under Mo Fan’s feet. The thick flames formed a magic Gate.
The Gate was connected to the Earth’s crust. The lava in the Earth’s crust emerged from the Gate in the form of a terrifying pillar, heading right at the Duke of Syam.
The Duke of Syam was devoured by the pillar of lava, and quickly turned into a burned corpse. His remains slammed heavily into the ground.
Mo Fan took a deep breath. Using a few different spells in a short period of time was like sprinting while not breathing. He needed some time to catch his breath!
To his surprise, the burned corpse on the street crawled back to its feet.
It stood there motionless. The holes under its nose shrank rapidly.
Thick red strings instantly flowed into the corpse, like thousands of streams gathering in the same spot.
The burned corpse was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh that was scorched by the flames began to repair itself as new skin grew over its surface.
The corpse had fully repaired itself before the flames even dissipated. The recovery speed was several times quicker than Healing Magic. It was absolutely shocking to see!
“It has recovered so quickly?” Mo Fan knew the Blood Tribe had the ability to heal their injuries by drinking blood, but the old man’s regeneration was insanely fast. Mo Fan had yet to catch his breath!
“I was asking you to remember my name, you idiot!” the Duke of Syam yelled at him.
He was supposed to be a God of Death. He could not care less about ordinary people’s names, but they should remember the name of the God of Death! Years from now, whenever he revealed his name, mundanes should immediately submit themselves and offer their fresh blood!
“Their blood is so disgusting. The quality of human blood has deteriorated significantly compared to the old times!” The Duke of Syam lifted his arms.
He was drinking the residents’ blood recklessly despite his complaints. It had been a while since Mo Fan had last met a hypocrite like him!
“Back in my time, you didn’t even have the right to kneel before me, let alone have me bury you with my own hands!” the Duke of Syam grumbled. He sounded like being sent here to take care of Mo Fan was just a filthy job.
Mo Fan was done catching his breath.
“You still look like you have lived in the sewers after being around for a thousand years. A sewer bug will forever be a sewer bug, no matter how long it has lived. It will never become a real dragon, don’t you understand?” Mo Fan taunted the talkative vampire.
As he thought, even the slightest disrespect was enough to drive the thousand-year-old vampire crazy, not to mention Mo Fan striking the needle on the head.
“An inferior species like you will never understand the nobility of our lineage. Dragons are just bigger-sized lizards in our eyes!” The Duke of Syam floated up into the air.
Mo Fan’s Dark Vein became restless, sending a shiver down Mo Fan’s spine.
He turned around and saw the Duke of Syam was already behind him with his fangs exposed. The fangs were as long as fingers and as thin as needles!
Mo Fan threw a punch out without any hesitation. The fist ignited huge sparks in the air and fired a burning Fist at the vampire.