I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 640: 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire! 3

Chapter 640: Chapter 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire! _3

Burns caught sight of this and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, but he did not panic in the slightest. With a gentle flick of his right wrist, a blood-red scythe swung out in front of his chest towards Benfica.

Benfica’s movents, however, were exceptionally fierce. Relying on his astonishing speed and strength, he launched a continuous barrage of attacks, attempting to disrupt Burns’ rhythm in a manner akin to a wild beast.

Against Burns’ attacks, Benfica would dodge if he could, and if not, he would take them head-on, relying on his extrely fast recovery to heal his wounds.

Their figures intertwined, the sounds of claws clashing with the blade’s edge were incessant.

In Lis’ eyes, although the two were entangled in close combat, it was clear that Burns had the upper hand.

Throughout the entire battle, Burns’ expression did not change. Despite wielding a huge blood-red scythe, it maneuvered smoothly in his hands as he casually countered Benfica’s claw strikes.

As for Benfica, his situation grew progressively worse. He noticed that as the battle continued, the blood power within his body kept dissipating, and even the blood-red aura surrounding him seed to dim.

This rate of consumption clearly exceeded the normal range, as if the strength in Benfica was continuously being absorbed by Burns’ blood-red scythe.

The intense battle forced Lis, who was sustaining protective spells, to lose his footing and retreat several kiloters away to a hillside before he could finally steady himself.

Realizing he was at a disadvantage in close combat, Benfica abruptly fell back, his body shuddering as a rich blood color surged out from within him, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. It seed as though an infinite blood pool had finally been unsealed, carrying with it a peculiar and terrifying life power.

Under Benfica’s control, the ground beneath Burns began to undulate and split, followed by several blood-colored tentacles, each tens of ters long, bursting forth from the earth, like chains from Hell wrapping rapidly around Burns.

The surfaces of these blood-colored tentacles were rough and hard, radiating an eerie chill and covered with spikes as sharp as blades.

The tentacles twisted and writhed, surging towards Burns with maniacal aggression, as if seeking to completely engulf and devour him.

Burns didn’t even move his feet, brandishing the blood-red scythe in his hand. Black and red light congregated on the blade, and with each swing, he traced vicious arcs through the air, accompanied by the howling sound of slicing through the void.

In just an instant, nurous overlapping arcs of black and red light shredded the blood-colored tentacles to pieces, turning them into speckles of crimson light.

But by then, Benfica had already vanished from his original spot, transforming into a streak of blood and launching himself towards Lis.

Damn it!

Benfica was filled with frustration and rage, yet he also knew he was absolutely no match for the legendary Vampire.

No matter what abilities he used, they created no ripple at all in front of Burns, as futile as a child’s play.

There seed to be no hope of defeating Burns, his only possibility was to seize Lis and the white Little Bat, which seed to be from the Blood Clan, and use them to threaten the other side.

Lis had co here so desperately, he must have so sort of special connection with this Legendary Vampire.

Benfica’s face twisted viciously as he looked towards Lis; this was his last hope!

Off in the distance, Lis noticed Benfica, now a streak of blood, rushing towards him, and instantly understood what the Legendary Vampire intended to do.

With no ti to think, Lis instantly exhausted the remaining magic power within him to construct as many protective spells as possible in front of him.

If he could just block Benfica for a few monts, Burns would be able to catch up.

There, before Lis, Benfica’s figure appeared, the foul stench of his bloodied, Fallen claws seeming to already be entwining around Lis’ nose.

rely a hair’s breadth away, Benfica was close to touching the magic shield in front of Lis.

But at this mont, that razor-thin margin might as well have been a chasm for Benfica.

Dozens of sinister, dark red chains brimming with mysterious energy spread from the void, tightly ensnaring every part of Benfica’s body.

Unlike the previous chains that had bound Benfica, these dark red chains only trembled slightly even as Benfica exerted all his strength, unable to be shaken.

At that mont, Burns’s figure suddenly appeared behind Benfica, his right hand lifted lightly, as a blood-colored scythe glinting with lethal cold light fiercely pierced into Benfica’s back.

“Aaaahhhhhhh!”

The pain that shredded the soul penetrated Benfica’s body, as he felt all his strength being drained away at a terrifying speed.

Incessantly devoured by that blood-colored scythe!

Now Benfica could do nothing, having tried to attack Lis only to be caught by Burns, who took the opportunity to gain complete control, his special power utterly suppressing the fallen vampire power within Benfica.

Now Benfica could not even self-destruct; he could only stand there, quietly waiting for his life to ebb away, gradually approaching death.

No!

I can’t die here!

Damn it!

This damn guy!

Benfica’s eyes turned blood red, his gaze at Lis filled with endless resentnt and madness.

If not for this man, how could I possibly die here!

I won’t accept this!

Benfica had never imagined that he would et his end in the insignificant Bolin Kingdom, being slain by soone as insignificant as a Gold Level, after such a long life.

Ha!

Lis looked at Benfica before him, his spirit untouched by the terror and madness emanating from him.

Swinging his longsword, Lis thrust vigorously toward Benfica.

the sharp tip of the sword struck right at Benfica’s forehead!

What!

How dare he!

Benfica’s gaze was fixed on Lis, ferocious as if he wanted to completely devour Lis.

Yet now, he could do nothing but watch Lis’s longsword inch by inch pierce through his forehead.

“Damn it, die!”

Lis roared in rage, pouring all his strength into the longsword in his hand, completely piercing through Benfica’s head.

In an instant, Benfica’s expression froze, leaving only a trace of disbelief.

The Legendary Vampire, Benfica, is dead!