Chapter 1143: Chapter 1078: I No Longer Lack Anything
"Serafe Sorrido! How dare you betray the Immortal Council?!"
The old Prince of the Zankara clan leaned on his blood crystal staff, his eyes dizzy.
The molten lava pool before him made the Zankara Prince’s long, straight hair curl slightly.
He tried to use necromantic magic to cool down, but the magic power within him couldn’t even break through the surface of his skin, only bringing throbbing pain to his temples.
"Immortal Council, you really have an audacious claim. Even the Eternal Master Lilith doesn’t dare to call herself eternal, yet you dare to claim immortality?" Serafe squinted, his tone extremely displeased, "You juniors are truly outrageous."
Serafe wasn’t speaking randomly when he called them juniors.
Roughly five hundred to two hundred years ago, the entire upper echelon of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court underwent a change of blood.
It wasn’t a mere personnel change but a literal change of blood.
The thirteen Princes were a carrot-and-hole match, and the Blood Race Holy Grail currently had no ability to create high-level vampires.
To have a prince-level vampire, the old princes had to give their blood to the younger vampires.
The price for doing so was, of course, death.
However, the princes were not unhappy; they were cooperative and serene.
The thousand-year-old Vampire Princes found it unbearable to endure worldly torment and saw no hope for the advent of the end.
Ultimately, when they couldn’t taste even ten-fold spices and the most beautiful paintings and beauties failed to bring excitement, they chose to die.
For the Lilith within Serafe’s body, these old princes were indeed juniors.
The Zankara Prince lifted his blurred vision, gazing at Serafe on the high platform, and the two ogres by his side.
The Grand General of the Cosmos, Taibani, responsible for guarding No Light City, and Grand General Cancun, who once breached the Holy Seat City.
Disbelieving, he reached out to the two Ogre Warlords, forcefully stirring the dwindling magic power.
But no matter what, the two ogres merely sneered at her.
"How is this possible? How did you do it? To actually imprison our magic before the Grail?" The female Prince of the Fanzo clan clutched the obsidian wall, dry heaving relentlessly.
Serafe stood at the highest point of the altar, holding an empty gold cup in hand, a cold smile on her lips.
"Imprisonment?" She snorted, flicking away the patch vampires had placed on the Blood Race Holy Grail’s entrance with her fingers, "I am merely reclaiming what is mine. Its owner is not you.
Of course, you cannot gain its approval because it was merely lent to the servants by the master."
Upon hearing this, the oldest Zankara Prince suddenly realized.
Just now, Serafe had called out the real name of the Eternal Master Lilith in the ancient elven tongue.
He trembled, looking at Serafe, and asked with a distorted nasal voice, "Your Majesty Lilith?"
"Hey, this lad, he’s not stupid, hey." Lilith laughed aloud, but after three seconds, abruptly stopped.
She raised the Goblet high with one hand and snapped her fingers with the other; Ogre Warriors hidden behind the volcanic rock walls emerged upon command.
"Push them down!"
The ogres’ thick, yellow, hairy arms coiled with holy silver chains, rusty iron hooks dangling from the ends.
Without much effort, they easily dragged the magic-deprived Vampire Nobility away.
The exquisitely dressed high-level vampires were dragged to the edge of the volcano’s mouth of Vengeance, gazing desperately at the burning transparent flame in the center of the lava.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we did not disrespect you."
"Your Majesty, with just one command, we will support you as Basileus (Emperor El)..."
But Serafe remained silent, even looking at their pleading with anger: "Rotten worms, hollow bones, no wonder you lost the centennial feudal wars, despite my trust in you!"
"No, no—"
The first to be thrown down was the female Prince of the Fanzo clan.
Her silver hair wafted in the wind, screaming as she plummeted into the roiling lava below, instantly devoured by orange-red flames.
Almost simultaneously, a wisp of dark red mist rose from the magma.
It seemed alive as it drilled into the golden cup in Serafe’s hand, the bottom of the cup faintly forming a thin membrane of blood.
"No—!" The Prince of the Nephilim clan tried to awaken the distant blood knight puppets, but the five blood knights stood motionless.
Immediately, he was hammered with a heavy blow by an ogre, severing his spine, and thrown into the volcano like a ragged sack.
The magma boiled, seemingly rejoicing, splashing towering waves.
As for the gold cup in Serafe’s hand, the blood membrane thickened, beginning to emit a viscous luster.
Names once able to command winds and rains in the Royal Court, at this moment, fell one by one as sacrifices.
The Malkavian Prince who could control shadows, the Ravnos Prince who assassinated the Grand Master of the Knight Order from the air, the Tzimisce female Prince who held ancient blood contracts...
Bodies with broken wings and shattered fangs fell into the magma, uttering their final wails.
With each fall, more blood mist merged into the golden cup.
The liquid shifted from dark red to dense black, then in the firelight, revealed an eerie bright red, resembling molten ruby.
When the last high-level vampire was pushed into the magma, the golden cup was already filled two-thirds full.
The walls of the cup had a fist-sized hole, yet not a drop of the blood within spilled.
Without any words, Serafe merely lowered his gaze to the blood within the cup.
Under his gaze, the initially heavy and sticky blood began to bubble, then actually boiled.
Two lines of blood tears flowed from Serafe’s eyes, yet he gritted his teeth tightly.
The fingers holding the golden cup, unknowingly wrinkled and, originally pale as snow, turned sallow and loose, with veins entangled like withered vines on the back of her hand.
She couldn’t touch her cheeks, but she felt the grooves and nasolabial folds deepen several times, and age spots even appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Within merely a few minutes, it seemed like a dozen years of life had been drained from her, even causing her standing to sway slightly.
"Your Majesty!" Seeing this, Cancun immediately drew the long axe from his waist and with a breath, beheaded the third-generation vampires.
The sound of the blades slicing through throats echoed relentlessly; dozens of low-level vampires fell into the volcano.
Blood flowed against the channels of the altar, toward Serafe, toward the golden cup.
The intense smell of blood mixed with volcanic ash, accompanied by the scent of silk burning and potent incense.
When the last stream of blood merged, the wrinkles on Serafe’s fingers began to fade, the furrows on her face gradually smoothed out, and the aging halted forcibly.
And at that moment, the liquid in the golden cup had overflowed to the brim.
The syrupy blood suddenly churned vigorously, and the blood level began to lower incessantly.
Strangely enough, the hole in the golden cup was miraculously filled, repaired by an unknown metal.
When the golden cup returned fully to its original form, only a shallow layer of blood remained at the bottom.
Ultimately, it condensed into three ruby-like crystals.
Amid the greedy gazes of the low-level vampires from the Tedis clan, Serafe collected it with an unchanged expression.
At this moment, her gaze was completely fixed on the golden cup.
The sturdy golden cup melted like butter, the yellow metal turned into a crimson stream, swirling in Serafe’s palm.
Like a little golden snake, the snake head continuously chased the tail until it bit the tail; at that moment, the golden flood condensed instantly.
The tail-devouring serpent crown of the Black Mountain Kingdom in the Seven Hills Kingdom returned to Lilith’s hands.
Lifting her hand, she gently placed this blood crown atop the triple crowns on her lap.
The moment the two crowns touched, they emitted an immediate clang, like gold and iron colliding.
The blood serpentine and the triple crowns entwined and fused spontaneously, forming an unprecedented quadruple crown.
Turning to face all her followers, Serafe gently raised her hand and placed the quadruple crown on her head.
"I lack for nothing now."
