Chapter 292: Vampire Clash with the Corroded Armor Knight

A'Erwasi's bat wings tore open the laboratory's ceiling ventilation duct, and the chill of the Eternal Winter Sword instantly froze the corrosive liquid surging beneath his feet. He stood on the ice, looking down at the Corroded Armor Knight in the lab's center— the corpse standing beside the living furnace slowly lifted its head, shadowy tendrils like maggots emerging from the armor seams, and the furnace's violet light illuminated the necromantic runes etched on its chestplate.

"Fine craftsmanship, for a human Mage," A'Erwasi licked the blade, and the frost spread from his black robe to the walls, freezing a row of screaming wraith crystals.

Basu, tormented by the constant attrition of the flesh golem, screamed a command: "Kill them!"

The Corroded Armor Knight "Disaster Corrosion"'s iron chain suddenly snapped; it seized the rune‑etched great sword planted in the ground, the blade cleaving a jar of boiling alchemical acid, and it roared: "Intruder... crush..."

A'Erwasi swung his sword in a wide arc, a cold tide surging like a massive wave toward the Corroded Armor Knight, instantly coating the laboratory's metal apparatus with an icy shell. The knight, however, drove the rune sword into the ground, sending dark‑purple energy ripples outward; as the ice melted, the floor corroded, revealing a boiling blood‑pool reactor beneath.

The knight's sword tip continuously emitted foul‑smelling green spores, and a corrupting gas mist shot toward the vampire. A'Erwasi teleported onto the suspended soul‑binding crystal chain, slashed the chain in reverse, and dozens of crystals hurled at the knight, only to be shredded by the tendrils into poisonous crystal dust upon striking the armor.

A'Erwasi's figure flickered into blood mist, darting rapidly back and forth above the knight's head; the frost followed the mist's path, spreading into a spiked cage that trapped the knight. Yet the necromantic runes on the chestplate flared green, corrosive slime spewed from the armor, melting the ice cage into a toxic‑smoke‑filled mire.

A'Erwasi ripped open his own chest, extracting a pulsating blood core; the blood turned into a hail of ice spears that rained toward the knight. The Corroded Armor Knight's armor was pierced, exposing the rune‑bound arcane knight skeleton within, but it thrust the sword into its own chest, the runes on the skeleton absorbing the blood core's energy, and the wound spewed even more corrosive tendrils.

"Tsk, what a hassle," A'Erwasi muttered, his brows furrowing.

Sailasi, standing nearby, giggled, "Need me to help you, Xiao Moli?"

A'Erwasi's complexion darkened, anger flaring within.

Moli? He's not one of those lowly Jasmine Blood Clan, this disgusting, spiked corpse daring to insult the great Nuosifeilatu?!

A'Erwasi thrust a sword, unleashing a beam of icy frost aimed straight at Sailasi. The latter chuckled, a grotesque rotting king‑flower sprouting before him, which devoured the icy beam in one bite, and he instantly turned into an ice statue.

No wonder A'Erwasi is angry; in the Multiverse, vampire varieties are countless, yet only three major branches are common.

They are the stiff‑bodied, strength‑like‑diamond "Jiang".

The handsome, high‑born vampires that hide within human society—the Jasmine Blood Clan.

And the rarest of all—the Nuosifeilatu.

Nuosifeilatu are an extremely rare kind of vampire; they lack the ability of ordinary vampires to propagate through biting.

Nuosifeilatu are a cursed‑born creation, the most powerful vampire type. Yet, because they cannot reproduce, their numbers have been dwindling throughout the Multiverse.

Normally, compared with the Jasmine Blood Clan, Nuosifeilatu have one distinction—their appearances are exceedingly grotesque and terrifying.

Only a near‑legendary powerhouse like A'Erwasi can alter his own visage.

This is why Nuosifeilatu harbor such intense jealousy toward the Jasmine Blood Clan.

Compared to nightmare‑like monsters, each member of the Jasmine Blood Clan is a cultured, handsome man or beautiful woman, occupying the upper echelons of society. They even use elegant jasmine motifs as symbols of identity. When Sailasi calls A'Erwasi "Xiao Moli", it's akin to any Nuosifeilatu pointing at his nose and hissing, "I... you...".

The clash gave the near‑destruction flesh golem a momentary breath, and Naimi Xisi let out a light cough, reminding the two strangers that they should focus their attention where it matters most.

A'Erwasi's face stiffened; he then snorted coldly, ignoring Sailasi, and clenched the blood core he had extracted from his chest, laughing a chilling laugh at the Corroded Armor Knight.

"You dimwitted fool without wisdom, Undead should have fewer of your low‑grade pretenders."

Endless blood surged from the blood core, and A'Erwasi shouted a fierce, evil curse: "sanguinelunae"

Nine‑Ring Blood Magic—Crimson Canticle!

This is a unique talent of Nuosifeilatu, a supernatural ability born from necromantic spells that grants them blood‑manipulating magic.

Of course, while Nuosifeilatu employ blood magic in a manner similar to Sorcerers, their Spell Slots are scarce, because releasing blood magic consumes the blood within the blood core. Even a near‑legendary powerhouse like A'Erwasi will find the blood stored in his core nearly dried after casting this spell.

Crimson blood mist seeped from the blood core, as if guided by an invisible hand, coalescing into a vortex that swirled around the Corroded Armor Knight.

Green resistance light flared from the armor seams of the Corroded Armor Knight, but the blood mist had solidified into twelve blood chains that pierced its joints and the necromantic runes on the chestplate. Pus sprayed from the cracks, instantly absorbed by the blood chains and transformed into an even thicker crimson surge.

"Listen, puppet—this is the Crimson Canticle!"

!

A'Erwasi's pupils ignited with blood flame; the moment the rune completed, all blood chains shattered into billions of blood beads, each containing a miniature wailing human face. The laboratory air began to tremble, the blood beads vibrating at high frequency, emitting a shrill screech beyond mortal hearing.

The red‑robed Mage thought to himself that this was bad; he had realized this strange spell seemed to be a near‑instant death spell, and judging by the knight's reaction, the opponent likely could not withstand its power.

He was about to pull a Four‑Ring Divine Spell Scroll etched with "Anti‑Death Barrier" from his spatial pouch, when the next moment he felt a heavy threat enveloping him.

Following his intuition, he looked up to see the vampire's master gazing at him with a faint, wavering smile; he knew it was a warning from the other side.

The surface of the Corroded Armor Knight's armor cracked under the sharp sound waves, Tie Xiu flaked off like snow, revealing the blackened arcane knight skeleton inside, corroded.

The shadow tendrils at the skeleton's joints snapped, the pus‑blood vaporized before it could drip, turned into acidic mist by the sound waves. The knight's rune greatsword shattered piece by piece, and the control rune stone on the hilt emitted a "crack" as it split in two.

The Corroded Armor Knight's skeletal jaw opened, emitting a silent roar; the corrupt core within its chest attempted to detonate, but A'Erwasi's Eternal Winter Sword suddenly rose mid‑air, its tip piercing the center of the blood‑mist vortex—

"Rest."

The vampire's thin lips whispered a word, the sound wave instantly materialized, forming a crimson shockwave ring that wrapped blood‑crystal fragments.

The knight's skeleton shattered starting from the head, like porcelain struck by an invisible giant hammer, cracks spreading to every rib. All the laboratory's glassware exploded, the shrill screech mingling with wraith cries, even the furnace's roar was briefly suppressed. The walls swept by blood mist bore honeycomb‑shaped corrosion holes, and the blood frost on the floor was pulverized into red ash.

(End of Chapter)