Chapter 1420: End Years (2/2)
Duke Meiston arrived before the corpse in silence. The old marquis’ expression was one of great shock, and his hand was still reaching forward to stop something.
A nearby demonkin marquis said, “He was killed in a flash. Lord Wenton never had the chance to retaliate, or even gather his demonic energy.”
Another expert said, “The marquis hasn’t fought for over a hundred years.”
All the demonkin looked solemn.
The world outside had always been drenched in the flames of war, but none of that had anything to do with Serafis. This Continent had been peaceful for far too long, so much so that people had started to forget what war was.
Many demonkin at the end of their years would choose to rule over a small territory or encampment here. The land was rich in resources, and the abundant darkness origin power was highly enjoyable, a perfect environment through and through.
Duke Wenton’s experience was a classic example. He had already lived in that castle for over three hundred years. He was an admirer of art and sculptures, as well as a master in management. The only thing he wasn’t good at was fighting.
Duke Meistan’s eyes landed on the marquis’ c.h.e.s.t, where he saw some barely discernible blood spots. The nearby flesh was dried and withered.
Fury flickered in his eyes. “Life Plunder!”
“But I can’t sense any signs of blood energy,” a marquis said in puzzlement.
Duke Meistant also frowned, puzzled as to what was going on.
“Lord Duke, it has been several days now. Has the council not responded? If it really is Qianye…” the marquis didn’t continue, but the message was clear enough.
A hint of helplessness appeared in Meistan’s expression. “The council has no spare manpower. The fight against the vampires is still ongoing, and even the half-retired Hasai has been mobilized for an emergency. It will take a week for new reinforcements to arrive.”
“That’s great news.” Qianye’s voice echoed.
The duke turned around all of a sudden, but some grey energy landed on his body, slowing him down.
However, countless grey feathers appeared in the area, and the duke’s domain was quietly dissolved before it could even take shape.
Only then did he meet Qianye’s eyes. “Qianye?”
“You’ve long since known the answer, is there a need to ask?” The reply was calm.
“How bold of you to come to Serafis.”
“Weren’t you guys the same when you started killing on Twilight Continent?”
Meistan laughed loudly. “Ha! Tell that to the Demon King!”
Qianye said calmly, “I heard Grand Duke Meistan is at the end of his years, and most family affairs are handled by his third son. That should be you, I’m assuming.”
“So what if I am?”
“The old duke can no longer reproduce at this age and the Meistans have not produced any outstanding talents in the recent generations; even counts are quite rare. Half your bloodline will be gone after I kill you.”
Duke Meistan was shocked and furious. “The first emergency forces from the council will arrive soon, so you’d better hurry up if you want to kill me.”
Qianye laughed. “You think I can’t kill you quickly?”
Frowning, the duke produced a shield from each hand and crossed them in front of his c.h.e.s.t. “I’ve heard of your accomplishments, and I also know you have the Tempest, but a grand magnum might not be enough to take my life.”
Qianye said indifferently, “I know that the Meistan clan’s defensive skills are well-known among the demonkin, even known as the Aegis Wellspring. I do have a grand magnum with me, but it’s not the Tempest…”
With that, a magnificent handgun appeared in Qianye’s grasp, followed by a rumble!
Countless mirrored surfaces appeared in the air, each facet reflecting Duke Meistan’s image! His face was full of terror as his entire body was sealed into the mirror plane.
The multitude of mirrors shattered without a sound, turning into a radiant stream of glass fragments. All of a sudden, the entire world felt like a dreamy illusion.