Chapter 833

Dorothy examined this "big fish" she had been waiting for for a long time.

To be honest, such an old witch is really rare. After all, no matter what, witches are women, and there are very few women who can completely ignore their appearance.

The vast majority of witches, as long as they still have a little mana before they die, will spend it on maintaining their youth and beauty.

Even if some witches with rich life experience have seen through appearance anxiety and their mentality has really aged, and their appearance has aged with their heart, that kind of aging is also carefully designed.

At most, it's adding some wrinkles to the face, a little white hair, and a kind smile.

This kind of human age of fifty or sixty is already the limit for witches. As for the kind of aging where wrinkles can pinch mosquitoes, teeth fall out, and the body is withered like a corpse, almost no witch would voluntarily become that kind of appearance.

That state is called "death state" among witches, which is the appearance of a dying person.

Once the death state is revealed, it means that this witch is really about to die of old age. Her body and soul have aged to the point where even the last decency cannot be maintained.

But now this Ventrue Grand Duke is in such a "death state."

But logically speaking, a Blood Clan Grand Duke standing at the peak should be immortal, so she shouldn't be so old.

"Tsk, is it wear and tear? Your heart is almost dead."

Dorothy looked at this old witch and said so.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the Fairy King; this mouth is really not forgiving at all, directly sprinkling salt on people's wounds.

Hmm, if it's just the immortality of the body or soul level, then witches above the Great Witch level don't have to worry about the problem of lifespan.

But the immortality of the body and soul does not represent true immortality. The wear and tear of the heart is a problem that any long-lived species has to face but cannot deal with.

After all, immortality in the Western universe is just an effect of magic, and a believing heart is true magic. If your heart no longer believes that you can live forever, or no longer hopes that you can live forever, then this immortality magic will gradually fail.

To tell a joke that is not funny, in the survey of causes of death among long-lived species, the number one mortality rate is not accidents like war or murder or accidents, but suicide.

Hmm, there are too many long-lived species who have lived too long, lived tired, and in the end simply don't want to live, directly throwing themselves into the embrace of death.

This phenomenon may be difficult for mortals to understand, but it does exist.

Therefore, in the Western universe, there has always been an old saying.

Immortality is the best blessing and the worst curse; death is the greatest fear and the last salvation.

And Dorothy once curiously investigated the strongest forbidden spell of the necromancy system in the Witch Library. Among them, she saw that the highest-level twelve-ring necromancy spell had such a line—"Fool's Immortality."

Creator—Denisa.

This is a forbidden spell created by the good sister, and it is also one of the most vicious magic spells Dorothy has ever seen...

The effect of this forbidden spell will turn the target into a mortal while granting her the ability to live forever.

Hmm, true immortality. From then on, the target will be unable to die in any form.

She will directly lose the concept of death, and the ending of death will be completely removed from all her fate lines. From then on, unless a Sage who has mastered the authority of death or the authority of fate intervenes, death will be a reality she can never reach.

This is true despair of seeking death but not being able to.

This is really terrifying to think about. After all, a mortal body can only be maintained for a hundred years, and what form will you live in after a hundred years of immortality?

A living undead?

Anyway, judging from the descriptions in the experimental logs attached to the forbidden spell, most of the test subjects eventually became a pile of indescribable rotten meat, not much less cute than the little cuties in Senior Fan Ni's house.

Of course, there is an even heavier evaluation below this forbidden spell.

Nidhogg: "As expected of the teacher's work, a very good trial means. As long as you can firm your heart, you can realize the will beyond life and death in great terror. Good review."

Hmm, the evaluation left by Long Wang, it's just that the content is really powerless to complain.

Should it be said that it is worthy of being the Long Wang? She could actually realize new power from such a terrifying forbidden spell and treat such a dangerous magic spell as a tool to temper herself. It can only be said that she is brave and skilled, and ordinary people can't learn it, really can't learn it.

At least, as far as Dorothy is concerned, this Ventrue Grand Duke in front of her can't learn it.

This old Blood Clan Duke's heart seems to have been worn away long ago. What exists now is just a twisted remnant soul with powerful power.

Thinking carefully, it is not difficult to understand why the Blood Clan witches have such crazy and self-destructive plans. They are probably already crazy, and the stronger ones who are closer to the limit are crazier.

Sublimated blood gave Blood Clan witches power, but also bound the upper limit of Blood Clan witches, which is indeed quite sad.

Normally, with the will of a peak witch, it should be able to last for hundreds of millions of years before being worn to such an old state, and the witch species has only had a history of more than ten thousand years. Peak witches are still "young," and they haven't reached the point where they need to consider the problem of wear and tear.

But in fact, the Grand Dukes of the Blood Clan Thirteen Clans have long needed to rely on rotating sleep to avoid their own wear and tear, just because the despair that the road ahead is clearly in front of them but they can never cross it can drive people crazy.

Sublimated blood gave Blood Clan witches power, but also bound the upper limit of Blood Clan witches, which is indeed quite sad.

Tsk, thinking about it this way, it's not hard to understand why the Blood Clan witches have such crazy and self-destructive plans. They are probably already crazy, and the stronger ones who are closer to the limit are crazier.

Dorothy glanced at the Grandmother beside her who was standing with the stepmother and looked like a sister, and was a bit surprised why this most ancient and strongest Grand Duke was still so young.

This can only show that her old lady's mentality is really good.

And Dorothy's sarcasm also made the originally noisy banquet hall, which was noisy because of the arrival of the Ventrue Grand Duke, become quiet again...

Everyone widened their eyes, a bit surprised at the courage of this Clown Grand Inquisitor.

After all, although she is a Grand Inquisitor, every Blood Clan Duke is an existence standing at the peak. They are all existences close to invincible in the same rank. If it weren't for the bloodline restriction, causing the mana level to be unable to go up, most of them should have been promoted to the Sage rank long ago.

Of course, you can also treat them as a youth version of a Sage with slightly worse mana reserves, only 800,000 mana, not reaching the 900,000 mana Sage threshold.

This is that the software is up to standard, but the hardware is a bit lacking.

Although everyone also admitted the power of this Clown Grand Inquisitor, how could she be an opponent of a Blood Clan Duke alone? Then why is she still so jumping?

Hmm, actually, it's not strange that the guests don't understand, Dorothy herself doesn't understand where the Fairy King got the courage.

"Tsk, the point is thorny, stop pretending to be cool, it's time to shake people."

The Home Witch silently complained about herself in her heart.

Although she was very powerful in the Ghost King state, with the power of the Hundred Ghosts combined with her knowledge, the ordinary peak witch was a dish in her eyes, even if it was a strong peak like Spider Teacher or Purple Aunt, she had the confidence to go up and pass a few moves.

But in front of this Ventrue Grand Duke...

It's better to wash and sleep early. In the face of absolute power, all operations have no meaning, not to mention she doesn't necessarily know how to operate.

Even if the Blood Clan Duke is just a youth version of a Sage, she, Miss Witch of the Forest, is a beggar-among-beggars Sage. Even if comparing knowledge reserves, she, a little witch of only ten years old, why can she compare with this old monster of more than ten thousand years?

She compared with those new peak existences whose sects are relatively single, and she can win by being proficient in nine systems and having no weaknesses, but once she encounters this kind of all-system proficient opponent of the same type as her, then her advantage no longer exists.

So, ghost knows why the Fairy King lady can still be so crazy.

Alas, forget it, who let her own martial soul be the unyielding martial soul. This Fairy King guy has never known how to write surrender and fear. Even if the Three Kings are in front, this guy can probably still be arrogant.

Although actually, there is no need to panic. After all, when going out, who is fighting alone? You can shake the old ones if you hit the small ones, and I naturally can too. Compared to shaking people, the Inquisition is not afraid of anyone.

Ventrue Grand Duke, just stand there and don't move. I will shake a few complete Sages over for you.

Dorothy thought so in her heart.

Hmm, it's time to stabilize.

It's just that, her thoughts were translated by the Fairy King's persona, and the meaning changed.

In the Dragon Witch lady's mind, the logic is like this.

Oh, it turns out my background is harder than hers. The entire Blood Clan added together is not enough for the Inquisition to fight, not to mention I have a good sister, then what is there to panic about? It should be the opposite side that is panicked.

As for shaking people...

What to shake, this is just where it is, there is no reason for the other side to not take action yet, and you directly flash and hand over the big move. Fight a game first, if you really can't fight, then shake. If you can't shake, then at most move to the God King Palace to live later. Anyway, I won't suffer a loss, what a big deal....

In short, let me have a good time first. The main body, you coward, just likes to think too much, and doing things is not refreshing, dawdling.

The Unyielding Zhai Wuhun lady never yields. Even if she has nothing, she won't panic. After all, strictly speaking, the other party is old and frail, and she is young and relying on crutches. The two sides are half a catty and eight taels. The outcome can at least be three-seven, she is three.

Isn't there still a three-percent chance of winning?

And on the other side, the old noble lady came to this banquet hall, but didn't look at the Dragon Witch's side much, and the Ventrue Grand Duke directly looked at Dracula's side, and then opened her mouth respectfully.

"Dracula sister, it's been almost five thousand years since we last met. Sister is still young, which is really enviable."

She saluted tremblingly.

And such an old man saluting a little girl, and calling her sister, this picture is really strange, but witches are used to it.

And the Loli Grandmother looked at this sister she hadn't seen for a long time, and felt some pity in her heart.

She values family, and the entire Blood Clan Thirteen Clans is actually her family. She is the eldest sister of this family, and the other twelve Grand Dukes are her sisters, almost all of whom she watched grow up, so naturally, she has feelings.

It's just that the state of these sisters is really getting worse and worse.

It is precisely because of this that she didn't directly oppose the sisters' plans that were clearly too radical. She also knew that a group of dying people couldn't listen to the words of this sister.

After all, this old noble lady in front of her is almost two people from the elegant and dignified Ventrue sister in her memory.

After all, the senile noblewoman in front of her now and the elegant and dignified Sister Vamptra in her memories were almost two different people.

The Ventrue family at that time was the facade of the Blood Clan witch, and diplomatic affairs were all completed by their family.

And looking at the Ventrue family now, although the power and strength have indeed expanded a lot, the smoky atmosphere has long been completely different from the noble model in memory.

Just as the cheap granddaughter said, wear and tear, the Ventrue sister in her memory probably no longer exists. What remains in front of her is just a shell driven by obsession.

"Ventrue, you have worked very hard. Listen to my advice, go back and continue to sleep, everything has me?"

Dracula opened her mouth with a complicated mood. Even if she already knew that the person in front of her couldn't listen to her words, she couldn't help but persuade her like this.

And the facts were indeed as she expected. The old noble lady didn't care about the persuasion of this sister, and directly shook her head.

"Sister, sister, I am indeed about to die. This may be the last time I wake up. If I sleep back, I probably won't have a next time."

The Ventrue Grand Duke shook her head, and then those turbid eyes moved away from the sister who was still exactly the same as ten years ago, and turned to look at the young Prince on the side.

"Miranda, what exactly made you have the idea of betraying me? I need you to give me an explanation."

She looked at this "daughter" in front of her and asked so....

She was the one who sensed the disappearance of the Blood-Burning Curse on this daughter, which was why she woke up early.

She thought this was a life-and-death crisis for the Ventrue family, but the result was that this daughter was still alive and well.

It's just that it's too indecent. How could she be so embarrassed, and how dare she trample the majesty of the Blood Clan witch to this extent.

The old noble lady didn't show much angry expression, but on her body, that huge mana rolled, and between the roaring blood rivers, the terrifying pressure had made everyone feel suffocated.

She now only cares about the glory and majesty of the Blood Clan witch, which is her lifelong obsession.

"Alright, alright, stop acting in front of me. Since you are here, that's better. Ms. Ventrue, I solemnly ask you on behalf of the Inquisition, does your Blood Clan Thirteen Clans still maintain loyalty?"

Dorothy, who was ignored, didn't continue to keep silent. She just protected the shameful young Marchioness who was already unable to stand firm by the bloodline pressure behind her, and then stood out calmly.

She asked seriously.

And until now, the Ventrue Grand Duke still didn't mean to look at her.

"The Blood Clan Thirteen Clans have only one master, and that is the great True Ancestor Lilith. It was so before, it is so now, and it will be so in the future."

The old lady murmured like a dream.

"Oh, so that's it."

Dorothy just nodded, and then she directly threw out her judgment order.

Dorothy just nodded, and then she directly threw out her judgment order.

Then there is nothing to say. Dragon Witch lady never hesitates.

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