Chapter 576: Wish Art 2

Boom!

A red shadow slammed straight into Luo De.

The shirt he'd just changed into was torn to shreds again by the muffled shockwave, along with the red spiritual energy bursting outward.

Luo De didn't budge an inch.

Crimson crystal shards shattered against the surface of 【Dragon Scale Art】, spraying everywhere.

He looked at the purple robe fluttering before him.

He let out a faint sneer.

Can't even hold your temper?

I thought you'd need at least a few days to shake off the illusion.

Luo De clenched his right hand into a fist and thrust it forward sharply.

The pale red magical barrier shattered instantly.

The purple-robed mage couldn't dodge in time, but as a mage, his reflexes and physical condition were decent.

He twisted desperately midair, barely avoiding vital points.

His side was ripped open by a palm like steel, leaving a bloody, mangled wound—and the purple robe got tangled in it.

The mage twisted again.

Like a yoga dancer, he slipped free of the robe's grip and recoiled swiftly.

Luo De didn't pursue.

He glanced at the purple robe and the dried blood in his hand, then back at the mage ahead.

Amid the drifting crimson hair.

The woman's pupils were blood-red; beneath the torn clothing burned through by 【Fire Ray】, her skin was pale gray, devoid of color.

Not only did it expose a healthy, slightly soft belly, but also her left breast was bared.

Heavy, fleshy, unmistakably substantial.

Her refined, mature face carried cruelty and sickness.

She winced, baring a pair of terrifying fangs, with dried blood around her lips.

Luo De was observing her with appreciation.

Suddenly, the blood on his hand wriggled, detaching itself and speeding back to its owner.

Then it rapidly repaired the wound on her abdomen.

Blood manipulation?

"Where's the cat spirit?!"

She screamed, eyes wild.

"Vampire?" Luo De ignored her, puzzled.

"Half-vampire."

Tally corrected beside him, "Vampires are naturally immune to shadow magic, but my 【Secret Shadow Trace】 is already active."

Half-vampire?

Do half-vampires even exist?

Luo De was well-versed in non-human races.

Vampires preferred to call themselves the Bloodline.

Unlike the Harpies, who saw harpy as a slur, they considered Bloodline a nobler title.

Long ago, a powerful vampire seized a small southern kingdom.

Coincidentally, this vampire was a skilled novelist, and his royal status amplified the hype.

His novel, *Count Dracula*, exploded across the continent.

Vampires gained identity from that book and adopted its aristocratic system.

Even when recruiting new members, they deliberately chose those already of noble birth.

Over time,

many vampires rose to high positions, reinforcing their belief in noble blood.

Classic fabricated history.

Like border nations of the radiation zones, prancing about in peacetime, claiming this and that as theirs—mere clowns.

Whether in his past life or here,

Luo De had seen plenty.

But the problem is,

vampires cannot reproduce naturally—they increase their numbers only through a process called 【Embrace】.

How could there be half-vampires?

Tally seemed to sense her master's confusion.

"They can't reproduce naturally, but accidents happen. Occasionally, a flawed transformation leaves a vampire capable of impregnating another race—though the odds are minuscule."

"Hasn't any of your aunts ever bedded a vampire?"

She shrugged: "Male vampires are corpses—long-dead, desiccated ones. During transformation, they lose all essence. They can still perform the act like other races, but what they produce isn't essence at all."

Luo De understood.

Vampires are masters of blood manipulation.

Localized engorgement? Easy. But without essence,

no succubus would find them attractive.

Tally laughed, wrapping her arms around Luo De's waist, pressing her chest against his back.

"To us succubi, they're unappealing—but other races say their bite induces pleasure comparable to intercourse. Don't you want to try?"

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

"You've earned yourself a favor."

"Can Tally join too?"

"Of course."

Tally laughed excitedly.

She acted immediately—shadows detached from the ground and entered the three-dimensional space.

They coalesced into blades of shadow, piercing through.

The half-vampire, being high-eighth-rank and strengthened under moonlight, summoned another crimson shield.

Crackling.

Though pierced, the shadow blades got stuck, unable to advance further.

She stared at Tally in shock.

Fine, Luo De's strength was understandable—he'd been on every newspaper.

But why was this succubus, only seventh-rank, wielding shadow magic of such intensity?

Luo De chuckled at her stunned expression.

He raised his hand and unleashed 【Repulsion Art】 at full power.

Boom.

An absurd force created a spreading pressure ring, shattering both the shadow blades and the crimson shield together.

Fragments of the shadow blades, propelled by the force, pierced through with wet splashes of blood, embedding deep into her body.

The half-vampire gritted her teeth, showing no sign of pain.

Drenched in blood, she chanted rapidly.

Simultaneously, blood streamed behind her, forming a crimson magical web.

In midair,

a segment of deep-blue magical sky appeared, interacting with the blood web behind her.

Then her facial features spewed blood, her mature, gloomy face twisted in agony.

Luo De watched with interest.

He stood still.

He didn't believe this woman could wish for anything far beyond her power.

"So this is Wish Art? Let me see what it's like."

Vanessa Valentin clenched her teeth.

She knew she couldn't defeat him.

But she didn't need to defeat him.

All she needed was to overload the Wish Art, using ninth-rank 【Mind Assault】 to extract the memory of the Cat Spirit Maze's location, then retreat immediately.

Once she reclaimed the 【Memory Wish Stone】, she could recover everything she'd lost!

"Assault!"

No sooner had she spoken—

A blurred, humanoid figure of magic slowly descended from the sky.

It had elegant long hair and an aura of compassionate benevolence.

Though its face remained indistinct, the three star-shaped tear moles along its eyelid confirmed it as an avatar of the Magic Goddess, Mystra.

Mistralla's avatar turned toward Luo De, magical energy surging in her hands as she raised a finger to point.

She didn't point.

It stopped, as if paused by a button.

Luo De didn't move either, smiling faintly.

They remained silent, gazing at each other—the avatar in the sky and Luo De below.

The half-vampire Vanessa Valentin froze, bewildered.

Finally, the spell of the magical avatar unleashed.

Vanessa Valentin rejoiced and spun around to flee.

Then, in her peripheral vision,

she saw the 【Mind Assault】 spell strike directly onto the succubus beside Luo De.

Instantly,

the succubus's memories flooded violently into her mind.

But there was no cat spirit, no labyrinth entrance, no Memory Wish Stone—not a single useful clue.

Every memory, without exception, was of her coupling with that man.

Flesh entwined, bodies merged in perfect union.

The pink aura of lust nearly overwhelmed her.

The pink aura of lust nearly overwhelmed her.

The question mark had barely formed in her mind when Vanessa felt a crimson, withered arm—composed of soul mist—grasp her ankle.

The moment the question arose in her mind, Vanessa felt a red, withered arm made of soul mist—a hundred-eyed ghost—grasp her ankle.

(End of Chapter)