Chapter 2294: Chapter 765: Now, Is the Midnight Mother’s Majesty Clearly Visible? (3)
In other words, think about how terrifying a woman must be if the Lord needs the power of a Blood Covenant to suppress her.
If not for the Blood Covenant controlling her, even the Lord would have been ravaged by her a long ti ago.
Her nature is essentially that of a monster wearing the skin of a vampire, she was already a monster before she beca a vampire…
You can ask Veylanther if you want, though I’m not entirely clear about her origins, I suspect that in her ti as a Shadow Elf, Yvette was already an absolute anomaly, such a being couldn’t possibly go unnoticed in the Eternal Abyss.”
“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind, you rest now.”
Murphy bent down, kissed Triss on the lips and forehead, then took up the Kulkan Sun Knife, a bane to vampires, determined to, if upon opening the door he t a ravenous Lord Yvette, ruthlessly stab that scorching blade into her body.
Well, conversely, such an act might also satisfy that sly head in its own way.
For now, he was going to the Winter Wolf Shrine to have a conversation with Su, as it was an invitation from a Divine Spirit, sothing that could not be missed in any sense.
But minutes after Murphy departed, the tightly closed door quietly opened, and Lord Yvette, draped in a sheer veil and dressed in an outfit that could be considered depraved even by Shadow Elf standards, walked barefoot into the room, her expression one of satisfaction after having just subdued a ‘prey’.
She gazed at the sleeping Triss, reaching out a trembling hand as if towards an intimate friend.
The Crimson Witch appeared utterly unguarded.
It wasn’t until Yvette’s hand was placed on her proud chest that Triss softly spoke:
“Tell , Yvette, did you, at so mont in the past, ever call upon the ‘Midnight Mother’?”
“Of course, what vampire hasn’t done that? My darling Triss, I’ve long heard of your reputation. Your death deeply saddened , but destiny has brought you before once more. Co, don’t resist.
Let lead you into bliss.
I’ll show you, compared to the pleasure I can bring, Handso Murphy is nothing more than a little pup you needn’t worry about. Of course, I’m not here to break you apart, perfect Triss, I’m here to join you~
Would you share your Murphy… with ?”
The Third Lord, uttering such dreadful words, licked her lips, her heart-shaped blood-red eyes shimring with crimson light, decisively unleashing her super sensual power, intending to fiercely ‘taste’ the legendary Crimson Witch right here.
But just as her hand slid down Triss’s skin, a peculiar vision suddenly burst into view before her.
It was a divine abomination faintly visible within a dark purple nebula.
Composed of uncountable suffering vampires with an indescribable appearance, those anguished victims waved their twisted hands, and those ghostly white arms ford its spread wings of blood, while the bizarre body composed of nurous tornted vampire heads swayed and scread in the winds of subspace, pleading.
It was the ultimate monster no vampire had dread of in their wildest dreams!
It called out…
Triss… Triss… Triss… oh Mother of Midnight… oh Divine Spirit of Vampires… grant purity and holy completeness…
“Ah!”
The forrly lustful Yvette’s eyes widened instantly, blood bursting from them as she cried out, clutching her head and falling to the ground.
She too was a vampire.
She couldn’t withstand such a dreadful call, feeling as though she would lt and rge into that terrifying divine abomination.
She let out a desperate cry for rcy, realizing she had encountered an unimaginable wall no vampire could endure tonight.
The once slumbering Triss yawned as she sat up, revealing her perfect form to the midnight air, seated on the bed with a languid yet rciless posture, she looked down at the groveling Yvette.
Triss sneered, extending her fingers like a queen to place them under Yvette’s delicate chin, harshly squeezing the skin into wrinkles, baring her fangs before lifting the contorted face.
She looked directly into Yvette’s already bleeding blood-red eyes.
She coldly and serenely asked:
“Tell , pleasure-seeking wretch, can you now clearly see the prestige of the Midnight Mother?”
“Spare … please… I was wrong…”
Yvette cried out for rcy, that fear stretching along the intangible connection of the Blood Covenant made Lord Paryen, far away on Green Island, rise abruptly.
The Lord knew Yvette’s indulgence would one day bring her trouble.
For instance, now…
“Only when I’m with little Mo Fei do I not hear those damned voices, and only when cuddled with him do I find brief and pitiful solace. His warm body is my only haven in this cold world.
That is my sacred land…”
Triss’s hand extended outwards, revealing a Runic Claw of the Night, pierced into Yvette’s flesh along her neck and chin, she rasped:
“You, a foolish knave! And you dare wish to take him from my side? To desecrate the most beautiful thing in his heart… oh, such a bold attempt, well, co and try. Tell , Yvette Liyad Kapadosia!
Tell !
Can you clearly see the prestige of the Midnight Mother?”
“Ah!”
The response to Triss was a more piercing scream.
Yvette at that mont was like a heretic worshipper facing a Divine Spirit, unable even to look directly at her, her extraordinary powers trembling, wanting to resist, but in front of the divine abomination of the Midnight Mother, how could she rebel against the vampire’s Racial God?
Even if it was an incomplete divine abomination, it lacked a heart; Triss was that divine heart…
Yvette desperately begged for rcy, but the Crimson Witch had no intention of letting her go so easily.
She intended to teach this little wildcat who extended its claws recklessly a bone-deep lesson, to personally break all her bones so she knows not to touch the at on plates not belonging to her, to leave a permanent mark of fear within this pathetic soul, making her flee at the sight of her Murphy.
“Triss! Enough, you’ll burn out her brain.”
In a certain instant, Yvette’s voice turned into the tone of Lord Paryen, reminding from thousands of miles away:
“Do you wish to indulge yourself into becoming a monster in front of Murphy? Your soulmate, standing outside watching you now…”
“Hmm?”
Triss was startled.
The rampant evil retreated in an instant to the most secretive corner of her heart, locking away like a sealed lock, she turned back with a hint of unease, only to see the complex expression on the face of Murphy standing at the door.
Apparently, the Vampire Lord hadn’t really left, if Yvette’s appetite was truly that voracious, then facing perfect Triss she’d certainly be eager to act.
“I…”
Triss stood up, slightly panicked trying to explain, but Murphy shook his head, stepped forward, ignoring the unconscious, still twitching Yvette on the floor, wrapping his arms around Triss’s waist and pulling her into his embrace.
He whispered:
“I knew you weren’t demanding so frequently out of re desire, He’s influencing you, and I can protect you.”
“But Su is still awaiting your audience.”
“Let Him wait, my poor Triss, you are the most important.”
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