Chapter 415: Dark Demon’s Blood Funeral (46/233)
Atop the Spiral Bell Tower.
Professor Metia Bartholomew abruptly stood up, her mana fluctuations slightly disturbed.
“What happened?” Professor Shylph hurriedly asked.
Professor Metia’s eyes were fixed intently on the direction of the secret path, and after a while, she said, “The ritual has entered its final stage.”
Professor Shylph pondered for a moment before frowning and asking, “Did Dark succeed?”
But Professor Metia shook her head gravely and replied, “I don’t know.”
Professor Shylph immediately said, “How can you not know? What exactly is going on?”
Professor Metia only said, “When most elements reach their due standards, the ritual enters its final stage, but the direction of the ritual changed.”
“What do you mean by ‘the direction changed’?” Professor Shylph suddenly stood up.
Professor Metia’s voice carried a hint of mystery, “Someone made slight adjustments to the ritual, leading the outcome to an unknown realm.”
“Is it Ophelia? What does she want?”
Professor Shylph also looked toward the secret path, her brows furrowed deeply, “We can’t let her continue like this. I’m going to check it out.”
But Metia stopped her, “No, I suggest we wait a bit longer.”
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As the internal director of the ritual, Ophelia Brad controlled the entire ritual better than Professor Metia.
The moment the human-shaped mana spirit was successfully summoned, she realized that the “Demon King” had reached the minimum standard in strength.
Life-and-death battles were no joke.
Even though the battle scale was reduced countless times by the secret path, the intensity difference between the enemy and allies couldn’t be too great.
It was like a miniature model; although the size was different, the proportions had to be the same.
“So next, I entrust you with this — ‘Blood Source Sword Saint’!”
The kneeling “Blood Source Sword Saint” silently nodded and suddenly drew his sword!
Instantly, blood radiance spread, and the sword aura soared.
【Card Name: Blood Source Sword Saint】
【Type: Mana Spirit Card】
【Tier: ????????】
【Race: Humanoid】
【Attribute: Normal/Fighting】
【Mana: 3000】
【Attack: 4000】
【Defense: 3200】
【Ultimate Skills: Blood Source Eye, Sword Heart, Bloodthirsty Sword, Nine Secret Swords.】
Eight stars, humanoid!
Summoned with “Blood Source Realm” as the sacrifice, this eight-star third-tier mana spirit, the gold card with four ultimate skills, was fully armored, with long hair tied into a ponytail, a gas mask covering his nose, revealing only his eyes and forehead. The bloodline at the corner of his eye added a touch of feminine allure, yet his brow was full of vigor.
As a female swordsman, the “Blood Source Sword Saint” wasn’t as tall and imposing as a male, but her petite figure made her more agile. Wearing a blood-red armor, her legs were straight and long, making her faster and stronger.
The sword he held was single-edged, almost like a blade.
Carved on the blade were nine beasts, corresponding to the “Nine Secret Swords.”
This magic sword named “Bloodthirsty Sword” could absorb blood, converting blood energy into mana. The more mana, the greater the attack boost.
Most importantly, its attribute perfectly avoided being restrained by the “Holy Sword.”
Ophelia Brad watched the charging “Blood Source Sword Saint,” her eyes filled with longing.
This mana spirit card, refined together with the Hero Black, was actually a token of their love.
Using it in this situation had a sense of fate.
…
The blood radiance emitted by “Bloodthirsty Sword” stretched out a long trail as the “Blood Source Sword Saint” charged forward, directly forcing Diuxis towards it.
Diuxis’s originally high momentum had slightly decreased due to the previous forced dodge, and the aura around the sword was unstable.
Two mana spirits holding swords collided under these circumstances.
“Miao!”
Just before contact, Diuxis’s eyes suddenly focused, and he forcibly raised his momentum again, “Solo Sword Sheath.”
Under the enhancement of “Sword Dance,” he swung his sword lightning-fast, sending a violent air current along the blade forward.
But there was light in the “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” eyes, and he suddenly shouted, “Secret Sword: Second Form!”
Instantly, one of the beasts on the “Bloodthirsty Sword” lit up. That beast leaped out, wrapping around the blade, giving the “Bloodthirsty Sword” an extremely special soft force.
Diuxis’s attack, which had been boosted to its peak by “Sword Dance,” was deflected by at least a third of that special soft force, leaving insufficient power to overwhelm the “Blood Source Sword Saint.”
Their swords finally clashed, showcasing the gap in basic strength.
Diuxis was clearly at a disadvantage, flying back from that strike!
“Blood Source Sword Saint” quickly retracted his sword, holding the hilt with both hands, raising the “Bloodthirsty Sword” to his right side, blood radiance fluctuating.
“Sword is sword, person is person. Holding a holy sword alone isn’t enough to make you a swordsman.”
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” coldly uttered these indifferent words.
The special ultimate skill cast by the Hero — “Sword Heart” — not only gave him the instinct to use a sword but also endowed him with a true heart.
He undoubtedly possessed consciousness, with an intelligence level far exceeding 3.
…
The sudden speech of the “Blood Source Sword Saint” shocked Wit and Robert immensely. They had already hidden behind the bully bear statue, feeling powerless against the fight they couldn’t intervene in.
But soon after, they felt even more shock.
Because that white cat holding the holy sword also spoke!
…
Facing an opponent superior in strength, speed, and swordsmanship, Diuxis showed no fear.
He laughed coldly on the spot, “I was never a swordsman.”
“Is that so?” the “Blood Source Sword Saint” responded noncommittally.
However, in the next instant, his body suddenly leaned forward, drawing a crimson shadow in the air, rushing straight towards Diuxis.
“Secret Sword: First Form!”
Another beast pattern appeared on the “Bloodthirsty Sword.”
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” wielded the sword with both hands, slashing instantly.
Diuxis reacted swiftly, lifting his sword to counterattack almost immediately.
But the “Blood Source Sword Saint” slashed three times in that instant, the overlapping blood radiance exploding instantly.
“Bang!”
Diuxis was thrown away without any resistance!
Their star levels differed by a factor of two; normally, the disparity in power would be significant.
After throwing Diuxis away, the “Blood Source Sword Saint” did not retract his sword but instead spun around, accelerating instantly. Before Diuxis fell, he appeared beneath him.
Then, the “Blood Source Sword Saint” focused his gaze and fiercely slashed upward.
“Secret Sword: Fourth Form!”
A snake-like sword beam burst from the “Bloodthirsty Sword,” aiming for Diuxis.
Diuxis had nowhere to draw power in mid-air, unable to dodge — or so it seemed!
But when the snake-like sword beam approached, he suddenly twisted his waist in mid-air, then kicked虚空, causing his entire body to soar upward like a great eagle.
The snake-like sword beam missed, losing its momentum, and was scattered by a counterattack.
Then, without looking down at the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” he transformed into an arrow and shot towards Ophelia Brad.
In “Paradise.”
Dark Demon had just put down “Pride III.” Inside the “Ghost House,” the magical beast “Ibut” had completed its evolution. The proud “Sun Ibut” stepped out of the ghost house, the red gem on its forehead emitting intense light.
In the night, Sun Ibut’s state wasn’t ideal, but using “Telekinesis” to assist Diuxis was more than sufficient.
Diuxis released his body, letting “Telekinesis” pull him toward Ophelia Brad, continuously charging his sword.
“Not good!”
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” only reacted at this moment, but as he turned to defend, he suddenly felt a disturbance in his energy, stumbling and nearly falling.
He sharply turned his head, glaring at Ditto with glowing red eyes.
Ditto overlapped his palms, aligning them with the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” fully exerting “Blood Magic (Residual).”
Using the same-source blood magic, he forcibly slowed the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” creating a perfect opportunity for Diuxis to attack Ophelia Brad.
Inside the hall at this moment.
The “Blood Source Realm” had vanished, the “Blood Child” stopped rolling after hitting the wall, and even the “Blood Source Sword Saint” was held back.
Ophelia Brad was completely exposed to Diuxis’s sword, but she remained calm.
She didn’t show any intention of using another mana spirit card, only her long hair moved without wind, shooting out suddenly as Diuxis approached!
“Miao!”
Suddenly, the light of “Telekinesis” adhered to the blood-red hair, causing the hair to momentarily stop moving.
Eevee’s forehead was beaded with sweat as its mana value plummeted at a waterfall-like speed.
To seize this fleeting opportunity, it exerted all its strength.
Deoxys’s eyes flashed, and the moment it landed, it pushed off with its toes, increasing its speed dramatically, successfully cutting into Ophelia Brad’s embrace!
“Clang!”
The Solo Sword Sheath resonated with it at that instant.
The holy light surging from the sword engulfed both figures.
However, Ryan Hux and Wit, Robert, who were closely watching, ignored the pain in their eyes and forced themselves to open them wider.
In their field of vision:
The holy light suddenly vanished.
In its place was an increasingly glaring bloody radiance.
Deoxys’s body stood still, the Holy Sword it had stabbed out with all its might being enveloped and held by a mass of blood light.
Ophelia Brad merely extended her left hand; the blood light released from her five fingers tightly gripped the blade of the “Solo Sword Sheath.”
The holy light emanating from the sword continuously eroded the blood light, but Ophelia Brad’s mana never ceased flowing, instantly replenishing the blood light after it dissipated.
Instead, the holy light emitted by the “Solo Sword Sheath” gradually weakened.
“Light and darkness, gods and demons, what they call mutual restraint is always reciprocal.”
Ophelia Brad’s voice slowly echoed.
“The Holy Sword has a restraining effect on demons, but it can also be corrupted by demonic power. If one solely relies on the Holy Sword, the hero will never reach the end. Bret, he relied too much on the Holy Sword.”
…
Dark Demon frowned sharply, then his expression changed slightly.
Ophelia Brad’s demeanor no longer possessed the sharpness she had when she first stood up from the throne, and her words sounded like preaching.
Was she speaking to Wit?
But under the current circumstances, Dark couldn’t afford to think too much. With two fingers, he picked up the “Fusion” card, which he had refined with Pandora’s help, and held it in his hand.
Ophelia Brad’s understanding of the “Holy Sword” was far too deep.
In front of her, Deoxys couldn’t fully utilize the advantage given by the “Holy Sword,” and it was better to summon “Bastemon.”
Perhaps by relying on “Bastemon’s” control over blood, it could gain an advantage in battle.
Seemingly sensing Dark’s decision, Deoxys took a deep breath and forcefully pulled the “Solo Sword Sheath” out of Ophelia Brad’s mana grip, then stepped back and retreated.
Throughout this process, Ophelia Brad made no attempt to stop him.
She looked up at Ditto beside Dark, suddenly pointed at it, and Ditto let out a hurried cry. Its entire body trembled, and its external outline instantly deformed, reverting to its original form!
This scene made Dark’s eyes twitch.
He had never imagined that Ditto’s “transformation” could be broken so easily…
But immediately afterward, he heard the closing incantation of the “Mana Book,” bringing him back to his senses.
“In the name of Dark Demon, Mana Summoning — ‘Big Milk Jar’!”
After a minute-long incantation, the “Mana Book” successfully summoned a four-star mana spirit, “Big Milk Jar.”
From the light of the summoning, Big Milk Jar immediately produced a bottle of “milk.”
Deoxys retreated just in time and straightforwardly reached out, saying, “Give me one.”
It no longer concealed its ability to speak and lacked the energy to worry about it anymore.
Ophelia Brad’s power was all-encompassing, leaving even the “Pride” embodiment feeling somewhat powerless.
“Moo moo!”
Big Milk Jar tossed the bottle of milk to Deoxys, who uncapped it and drank it down in one go.
As warmth flowed down its throat, its mana value, which had dropped to less than ten percent, quickly recovered to over half.
But after the mana recovery, Deoxys did not return to the battlefield.
It took a deep breath, threw the “Solo Sword Sheath” to Lion Beast, and looked at Black Diarumon, which had evolved from the Imp Beast.
Black Diarumon had been waiting beside it.
The white cat and black cat exchanged glances for an instant, understanding each other’s intentions.
“Are you ready?” Dark whispered.
Both mana spirits nodded simultaneously.
“That’s good.”
Dark raised the “Fusion” card high and summoned it abruptly.
A large amount of mana surged into the Mana Card like a tide. The black and white fish on the “Fusion” card came alive under the influence of the mana, flicked their tails, leaped out of the card, and swam in the air, growing rapidly.
“Is it coming?”
Ophelia Brad’s lips parted slightly as she murmured.
Although Dark did not summon “Bastemon” during the Easter Duel Festival, he defeated the second-year student Else Kevin in the Novice Tournament with the help of “Bastemon.”
At that time, Ophelia Brad was seated in the spectator area, deeply impressed by this fusion-summoned mana spirit.
She clearly knew it was a third-tier seven-star mana spirit with “Divinity”!
…
A mere second-tier mana spirit was simply not strong enough conceptually.
“Bastemon’s” appearance filled the gap.
Its innate “Divinity” could elevate the breadth of the ritual, making the final result have a greater impact.
Ophelia Brad summoned the “Blood Source Sword Saint” to counter it.
…
While both sides were engaged in battle, they also paid attention to the progression of the ritual.
However, Dark’s expertise in this area was somewhat lacking, while Ophelia Brad was more proficient.
…
As the black and white fish entered Deoxys and Black Diarumon respectively, the two mana spirits transformed into black and white light under the influence of “Fusion,” soaring towards the sky.
The intersecting black and white lights in the air drew complex and mysterious summoning arrays in a clockwise and counterclockwise motion.
The long-awaited “Bastemon” stepped out of the summoning array slowly.
Its figure remained graceful, its steps captivating, and its pink hair inherited from “Bliss” gave it a dreamlike beauty.
The fluffy cat ears emerging from its long hair were cute and playful, and its two slender cat tails carried a hint of mischief.
Its delicate face was covered with a light purple veil, and its cool attire exposed a large part of its smooth skin, which shimmered faintly.
The round, plump chest wrapped in pink cup bras was too large to be held in one hand, and the χ tattoo on its abdomen added a wild charm.
The pearls, gems, and gold rings adorning its body symbolized wealth.
Mysterious and wealthy.
Alluring and enchanting.
The limbs and sharp claws retaining their bestial traits added a dangerous allure.
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The combination of Deoxys and Black Diarumon reduced the number of individuals under “Paradise” by one.
But the summoning of “Big Milk Jar” filled this gap.
When Bastemon appeared, it gained an additional 800 points to both its attack and defense.
[Card Name: Bastemon]
[Type: Elemental Card]
[Level: ????]
[Race: Subhuman]
[Attribute: Dark]
[Mana: 3500-4300]
[Attack: 3400-4200]
[Defense: 2700-3500]
[Ultimate Skills: Chaos, Vampire Dance]
From the stats alone, the gold card Bastemon already surpassed the eight-star “Blood Source Sword Saint.”
But without any weapons, it was at a disadvantage in actual combat.
So it decisively stretched out its hand towards Lion Beast.
Lion Beast was momentarily stunned.
Originally, when Deoxys threw the “Solo Sword Sheath” to it, it thought Deoxys was entrusting the “Holy Sword” to itself.
Never did it imagine that it was not a trust but a “temporary storage”!
After a moment of silence.
Unskilled at refusal, Lion Beast eventually threw the “Solo Sword Sheath” back to “Bastemon.”
After retrieving the “Solo Sword Sheath,” Bastemon revealed a flirtatious smile and said lightly, “Quite obedient.”
Lion Beast’s face turned dark, wishing to punch it in the face with a beast king fist.
But Bastemon no longer looked at it. It swung the Holy Sword, which was at odds with its attribute, elegantly walking backward toward the “Blood Child.”
“Blood Child,” having struggled to twist its body after crashing into half the wall, rolled away without hesitation as Bastemon approached.
“Just right for testing my sword.”
Bastemon twisted its wrist, changing the direction of the sword blade, and then without any technique, slashed down at “Blood Child”!
“Whoosh!”
Bastemon retracted the sword.
The outer skin of “Blood Child” split from top to bottom, releasing a large amount of gas like a burst balloon.
Then…
“Bang!”
This originally one-star magical beast exploded into a cloud of blood.
One strike, and that blood mist reformed before it could fully diffuse, with immense blood power churning within.
It turned around, squinting its eyes as it looked at Ophelia Brad across from it, recalling Ophelia Brad’s words, it injected the blood energy extracted from the blood mist into the “Solo Sword Sheath” in its hand.
Although the “Solo Sword Sheath” was a “Holy Sword,” it did not reject the other magic golems created by Dak, as they shared the same origin.
Bastemon did not manipulate the power of darkness but instead infused the sword with blood energy, successfully staining the “Holy Sword” with blood.
It couldn’t help but smile, feeling as if the sword moved with ease when it wielded it.
[Attack Power: 4200-6300]
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“The intensity of the ritual has risen again.” From atop the Spiral Bell Tower, Metia inside the Pumpkin Carriage suddenly spoke.
Professor Shylph asked for the umpteenth time, “Is there no problem?”
But this time, Professor Metia’s tone was very assured, “No!”
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On the Ferris wheel.
Ryan Hux had been observing all along.
His initial plan was to first use Dak to probe Ophelia Brad’s strengths and weaknesses, and then take action opportunistically.
In his imagination, his attack would be like a thunderous force, one strike to kill, ending the battle outright.
However, Ophelia Brad’s true strength displayed in the details quickly made him realize how absurd his thoughts were.
The “Blood Princess” had become even stronger after ten years!
By comparison, he increasingly felt that he had become an outdated relic.
This made him feel somewhat melancholic.
But his spear had not rusted.
Once he found the right moment, he would still act.
Only more cautiously.
…
After testing the sword, Bastemon walked out of the “Paradise” area with a cat-like gait, arriving at the center of the hall.
It did not attack Ophelia Brad but pointed its sword at the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” smiling.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” turned to look at its master.
Ophelia Brad nodded at it and whispered softly, “Go.”
The “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” eyes lit up, and immediately, the fighting spirit surged.
It took a step toward Bastemon, each step increasing the sword aura generated by the “Sword Heart,” becoming increasingly overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Bastemon flicked its fingers, causing the blood mist to disperse and envelop itself.
It was well aware that its awareness and reaction speed could never match the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” who was named a “Sword Saint,” but the dispersed blood mist could compensate for this weakness.
Once the “Blood Source Sword Saint” entered the blood mist, every movement would be completely grasped.
The distance between them shortened rapidly.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” exerted force on its feet, accelerating abruptly, and the “Bloodthirsty Sword” let out a terrifying roar.
A dragon-shaped beast flew out of the sword, coiling around it.
“Mystery Sword Technique: Ninth Style!”
In that instant, the “Blood Source Sword Saint” seemed to transform into a dragon roaring, the rising sword aura solidified, and the form of a giant dragon appeared behind it.
“Vampire Dance!”
At the same time, Bastemon unleashed one of its ultimate skills.
It danced, its waist twisting gracefully, exuding unparalleled beauty.
Combined with the sword, it formed a “sword dance.”
“Bang!”
The two swords clashed, instantly intertwining.
Bastemon’s sword was designed to complement the dance.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” sword, however, was the purest form of a sword.
But in the clash of swords, there was no purity or impurity; only the victor ruled.
Dak Daimon tightly watched the duel between the two magic golems, capturing information amidst their high-speed sword clashes.
Bastemon’s basic power was already higher than the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” but in every clash, it gained no advantage.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” made up for the power gap with exquisite sword skills, even gaining an edge.
However, Bastemon relied on the blood mist surrounding it, quickly familiarizing itself with the “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” techniques and making real-time adjustments to its sword technique.
Though difficult, sometimes leading to disadvantages, each adjustment brought progress.
The sword skills of the “Blood Source Sword Saint” were inherited from the Hero Bret, though limited by the intelligence of magic golems, it managed to mimic two or three parts.
Even if Bastemon was incredibly wise, it was impossible to learn everything in such a short time.
But learning even a fraction would be immensely beneficial because originally, it didn’t know how to use a sword at all!
…
“The difference between this ‘Blood Source Sword Saint’ and the ‘Vampire Count,’ both eight-star magic golems, is like heaven and earth.”
As the battle between the two magic golems deepened, their combat capabilities became increasingly evident.
Dak couldn’t help but recall the eight-star “Vampire Count” summoned by the vampire Vlad.
In front of the “Blood Source Sword Saint,” the “Vampire Count” was like a child.
Dak had no doubt that if these two magic golems faced off, the “Vampire Count” would be instantly killed!
Under similar circumstances, Bastemon not only held its ground but grew stronger!
Time trickled away, and the sword battle between the two magic golems became increasingly intense.
But the masters of the two magic golems merely observed, without any other actions.
The entire hall seemed to have become their exclusive dueling arena.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes.
Suddenly.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” sword aura inexplicably weakened, and Bastemon’s slash struck the “Bloodthirsty Sword” with great force.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” blocked with its sword, forced to retreat a step.
“Bastemon” instantly seized the opportunity, its sword aura continuous, the second slash, “Double Slash,” was instantly released!
In that instant, its base attack increased by 50%, a rise of 1700 points!
Bastemon’s full-strength slash thus reached an attack power of 8000!
With a blood tide surging, this sword slashed down like the wind.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” hastily raised its sword, but the secondary block under emergency conditions was difficult to counter.
“Clang!”
The sound of swords clashing erupted instantly.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” felt a force twice its own striking its sword, the “Bloodthirsty Sword” was forced aside, leaving a large opening in its chest.
Bastemon followed up with a third slash, tearing through its armor.
…
The situation changed dramatically.
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Although Bastemon’s third slash lacked the support of an ultimate skill, it still dealt 6300 attack damage, dealing a potentially fatal blow to the “Blood Source Sword Saint.”
The “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” eyes flickered, but its face hidden beneath the mask showed no expression.
Bastemon’s fourth slash descended from above, a narrow sword shadow reflecting on its face, approaching rapidly.
But in that instant, Bastemon abruptly halted its sword.
Its eyes solemnly stared at the “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” face, slowly retracting its sword.
“Mystery Sword Technique: Seventh Style!”
But just as the sword’s reflection was about to leave, Ophelia Brad, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint” heard the command, its five fingers that had been relaxed suddenly tightened, the collapsing sword aura reassembled, thick blood light emerged from the “Bloodthirsty Sword,” the surrounding blood mist was instantly absorbed, and another beast carving on the sword body lit up.
“Mystery Sword Technique: Seventh Style!”
A roar filled with a peculiar meaning suddenly erupted.
The “Blood Source Sword Saint,” with only a sliver of mana left, unleashed its most terrifying attack to date.
The beast that flew out of the sword, with two horns and a hideous appearance, grew rapidly with the “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” swing, transforming into a fierce monster in an instant, opening its massive mouth to bite Bastemon.
Facing such a terrifying attack, Bastemon had no doubts, thrusting its long sword forward.
“Pierced!”
Just as the monster’s massive jaws were about to bite Bastemon’s head, the “Blood Source Sword Saint’s” throat was pierced first.
With that one strike, the remaining mana of the “Blood Source Sword Saint” instantly dropped to zero.
Its mask transformed into magical light points, revealing a stunning face, with closed lips slightly pursed, barely showing a faint curve.
This magic golem jointly crafted by the “Hero” and the “Blood Princess” instantly dissipated into light.
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“Bastemon.”
The call from its master made Bastemon move forward while sheathing its sword.
It did not forget that this was a life-and-death battle, and its existence duration was only fifteen minutes.
Blood light danced around it, and Bastemon charged towards Ophelia Brad.
Ophelia Brad’s blood-red hair spread out fan-like in an instant, and she abruptly raised her hand, blood light erupting from each strand, aiming towards the incoming Bastemon.
But under the sword light, the blood-red strands were severed like withering petals and fell.
Bastemon rushed straight ahead, piercing the chest of the “Blood Princess.”
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