Tome of Blood

Sebas woke up suddenly.

He found himself standing in a majestic and solemn old castle, surrounded by a strange and deep crimson mist.

Looking down, he was wearing his favorite black tuxedo on weekdays, not the naked one in the bath.

"Dream?"

Sebastian came to this judgment almost instantly.

Extraordinary people rarely dream.

Or to put it another way... Unless the spirituality perceives something, the vast majority of transcendents will not dream at all.

At least, not actively dreaming.

If you enter a dream during sleep for no reason, it can only mean one situation.

He has received a certain calling.

Sebastian's expression became serious almost instantly.

He pulled up his left sleeve and looked at his wrist.

There, a familiar hideous ghost face seemed to cry and smile, as if it had life, and the black and red mist loomed.

Sebastian's face immediately turned ugly:

"It's the power of the blood curse that broke out..."

"Damn it! Could it be that Adam's Order discovered me so quickly?"

"The lunatics of this group of blood! Didn't they just make a joke with their pure white witch?"

"I have already run from Koria to the New Moon Kingdom, and I am still clinging to it! I don't have the elegance of other blood races at all!"

Sebas was filled with resentment.

He clenched his fists, raised his vigilance, and was ready to face the dream attack at any time, but suddenly he was slightly taken aback, and raised his left hand.

I saw that in his hand, he was still holding the crimson torn page that he was looking at in the bath.

"When will the pages of the cursed book be able to enter the spiritual world?"

Sebastian was very puzzled.

At this time, the scarlet mist around him suddenly began to subside, and the scene in the castle gradually became clear.

Sebastian found himself standing in an empty hall, eerie and dim.

In front of him was a series of stairs. At the end of the stairs was a black and red throne, and a figure hidden in the crimson mist sat on it.

With years of rich experience, he quickly judged that the figure should be a woman with a pretty good figure, even enough to be called perfect.

The mysterious woman couldn't see her face clearly, she was only vaguely seen wearing a gorgeous black long dress, her hair seemed to be silver, and her pair of red and golden eyes were like stars in the dark, piercing through layers of fog, quietly look at him.

Almost instantly, Sebastian had the illusion of being completely seen through by the other party.

He understood that the other party was his summoner.

Not only that, but what can pull him into the dreamland silently...

Must be a strong man!

His long life has already caused him to experience countless ups and downs. Although he was extremely perturbed and confused at this moment, Sebastian suppressed his nervousness and pretended to smile calmly:

"Beautiful and noble lady, I don't know what to call you, but why did you summon me here?"

Like Sebastian who was nervous, Charlotte who was sitting high on the throne was equally nervous.

As the instigator, she didn't expect that the "weak person" she picked out half a day later would turn out to be a powerful extraordinary person after being summoned!

Although I don't know the other party's rank, but the other party just stands there, it brings her great pressure, this pressure is even stronger than the female knight Kara brings her...

This is a transcendent who is at least the second level of Yinyue, and may even have reached the third level of Chiyang!

After realizing this fact, Charlotte instantly felt guilty.

Rank is a watershed.

There are basically two levels between the transcendent who has stepped into the rank and the transcendent who has not entered the rank.

Among the four ranks, every time a rank is raised, the strength of the transcendent will undergo earth-shaking changes.

If it is said that a first-order transcendent possesses power beyond that of ordinary people, and can break through the army in a war, behead generals and capture the flag, and be called an enemy of a hundred...

Then, in the eyes of the second-order extraordinary, the first-order extraordinary is just a slightly stronger mortal.

Although Charlotte has never seen the demon hunting captain Kara make a move, she has seen a story in the church's books——

There was once a silver-moon second-level magician who fell, and directly used necromantic magic to easily destroy a town with a population of more than 100,000, and slaughtered hundreds of star-level first-level transcendents who came to encircle and suppress them without knowing the truth!

The second level of Yinyue is already an existence that ordinary people cannot kill with any means including magic props.

As for the third rank of Blazing Sun...

There is only one sentence described in the book: If the legend does not come out, the blazing sun is a walking natural disaster.

Although Charlotte is the master of the spiritual world, she can clearly feel that it is difficult for her own castle world to maintain the power to suppress the other party.

After the other party arrived, she felt that the edge of the world began to tremble slightly, as if it might collapse at any time.

It is barely enough to maintain the current level.

In other words, if the other party finds out about her, they can break free at any time and return to reality.

And Charlotte couldn't even predict whether she would be backlashed in that case!

Outrageous!

I obviously chose the stars with weak aura, why did I summon a monster?

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte raised her spirits.

Although the strength of the summoned existence was a bit too strong, she didn't want to waste this opportunity.

However, before Charlotte could say anything, the summoned person in front of him suddenly started talking to himself:

"Phew...fortunately, she is wearing clothes without any clothes on. She should not be the group of lunatics who advocate wildness and nature in the Adam Cult...let alone the White Witch..."

Charlotte: ...?

What does it mean to wear clothes honestly?

What is naked?

Charlotte didn't know what nonsense the other party was talking about.

The summoned person is like a chatterbox who can't finish talking:

"Why doesn't she talk?"

"Who is she?"

"To resonate with the curse of blood left by Adam's order, she must be a blood clan, but which marquis or duke of the blood clan?"

"Or... hiss... a certain prince and grand duke?"

"Should...not be?"

Looking at Sebastian, who was smiling and saluting but kept talking to himself, Charlotte felt a twitch in his heart, and gradually came to his senses.

Could it be... what she heard was the other party's inner voice?

The "self-talk" of the summoned continues.

He is smiling and elegant, but his mental activity is quite rich:

"How did she summon me? What is the medium? This is a huge hidden danger!"

"Unfortunately... I still know too little about high-level blood races!"

"The pages of the cursed book followed me in. Could it be that the medium is the pages of the cursed book?"

Cursed pages?

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes fell on the opponent's hand, but the opponent's hand was behind her back, so she couldn't see clearly.

But even so, Charlotte could still feel a slight rhythm in the "Sacred Tome of Blood" in his hand when his gaze cast over!

"Honorable and beautiful lady, my name is Sebastian, I don't know how to address you? Call me here... and why?"

The summoned repeated it again with a smile, and saluted gracefully.

This time, he put the word honor in front.

Is his name Sebas...

Charlotte remembered the name.

Combined with what the other party was thinking just now, she moved slightly and came up with an idea.

I saw her leaning back slightly, showing a lazy and relaxed look, with one slender beautiful leg gently placed on the other.

Then, Wei Wei waved her hand.

The crimson mist gathered in Charlotte's hands, forming a crystal goblet filled with red wine.

She leaned against the throne, rested one hand comfortably on the throne, and raised the wine glass leisurely with the other hand, smiling decently:

"It doesn't matter who I am, but... you can call me Dark Night."

The voice is ethereal, mysterious and beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, following her original memory of noble etiquette, she gracefully took a sip of the red wine, and then lightly tossed it away.

The wine glass immediately turned into a crimson mist, and then dissipated.

The whole movement is smooth and flowing.

It has the nobility of nobility and the mystery of blood clan.

Sebastian stared blankly almost instantly.

Then, a ray of light suddenly bloomed:

"grace!"

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