Losa felt a slight doubt in his heart: "If it's something that would bring shame to your family if only the female members of the family see it, it might be best not to watch it. Honestly, I'm not very interested."

"Isn't that too indifferent? Since you're insisting, let's go see it together. Just please make sure not to spread word of it, or it would be quite embarrassing for me."

Hanfry's face showed a hint of shame: "Actually, there's nothing really shameful, just some Persian dancers from Tarsus. Their dance is alluring and graceful, and they have a rather disrespectful 'name,' called the Celestial Demon Dance. To be honest, even I often think it's the seduction of the Devil, yet I always find it irresistible."

"It's just dancing?"

Losa was puzzled; he initially thought it was a silver party and really couldn't understand how a mere dance could be associated with being 'blasphemous.'

Still, his curiosity was indeed piqued.

No matter how enthralling, it would just be like the girl group from the Southern Dynasty in his previous life, right?

The group moved towards the inner parts of the castle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me. This is the room I usually use to greet esteemed guests. I demolished three storage rooms to build it, making it roomy enough."

"Fine wine and delicious food are ready, just waiting for the esteemed guests to enjoy."

Hanfry smiled and pushed open the door: "Please come in."

It was indeed spacious here. In the center of the wide hall, there were more than ten well-dressed male servants, holding silver trays, standing in front of a long table.

Losa felt the wealth of Transjordan. The moment he stepped through the door, the world spun around him, and the scene changed from a wide hall to a narrow passage.

In the darkness, only a small oil lamp on the wall illuminated a small area.

The light cast on Hanfry's side face; his corner of the mouth curled up into a sinister smile: "You really are cautious. Separating you was not easy."

Losa took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "Teleportation array?"

"Lord Hanfry, what exactly do you want by putting in so much effort to 'invite' me here?"

"Hehe, don't worry, my intention isn't to kill you but merely to offer you as a sacrifice to the great revered god—and in return, you will achieve the honor of becoming one with the revered god." Hanfry's voice turned sharper.

His clothing, being too loose, fell to the ground.

His neck and arms became slender and elongated, covered with bluish-gray scales: "If you don't resist, I can be gentler with you."

"A follower of the evil god?"

Horrified, Losa's eyes revealed a hint of fear as he raised his hand and assumed the starting stance for Blood Magic.

The curve of Hanfry's mouth grew longer until he revealed sharp serrated fangs: "I know you are an extraordinary, but I am too—and besides, you have no weapon in your hand, how will you fight me?"

Hanfry's forelimbs extended sharp claws as his lizard-like body sprang from the clothes, lunging at Losa.

His speed was incredibly fast, giving Losa the same feeling as when he sparred with Hans after his Five-Star promotion.

It was a power he couldn't contend with.

Attribute utterly crushed!

"Blood Guard, heed my command!"

Losa shouted loudly, and two soldiers appeared out of thin air like ghosts, dressed in blood-red coats, pale-faced with fierce fangs.

As soon as they appeared, they advanced towards Hanfry.

The sound of intense heartbeats echoed like war drums in the enclosed passage.

Knowing the enemy was tough, they didn't hesitate to unleash Bloodfall immediately, forcibly elevating their Attribute Value to just below Hanfry's level.

Meanwhile, Losa retreated without looking back; he didn't know where he had been teleported, but escaping at first was definitely the best choice.

Given the enemy's overwhelming strength, staying wouldn't help at all.

The immediate priority was to regroup with Prajna and Furinjira.

…

He wasn't sure how far he had run, but the speed at which the two Vampire soldiers were killed was faster than he had expected.

With Beast Intuition fiercely alerting him, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing Hanfry, who should have been behind him, appear once again before him.

Even though at this moment, Hanfry's condition didn't look great.

His scales were full of pits from being corroded by strong acid, and one eye was completely blinded.

Yet his face's expression was still that sickly smile: "Baron Losa, two loyal guards have died just like that, such a shame. So, I also offered them as sacrifices to the revered god. It was truly a grand gift."

It could be seen that his injuries were rapidly healing, even the corrosion marks on the scale armor were swiftly vanishing.

"Don't resist. Haven't you realized it yet? This passage is essentially a closed loop. To trap you, I have sealed the entrance; no one can find their way here."

"You won't escape."

Hanfry advanced step by step, the terrifying pressure breeding a sliver of despair within Losa's heart.

Without the protection of Prajna and Furinjira, the power available to him was so scarce, he didn't even have a usable sword.

If the enemy were a noble, a human, anything that could be reasoned with or even spoken to.

But the opponent was precisely a fanatic driven by an evil god; could one possibly discuss pros and cons with such a monster?

Losa tried hard to quell the fear rising within him, yet he still felt a chill in his limbs, as though something ominous was slowly devouring his life.

At that moment, Losa felt the Gargoyle Ring on his hand erupt with a tremendously terrifying Blood Magic Power, like a stormy tide surging into his body.

...

Inside the castle hall.

"Where are the master and that Hanfry?"

"It's a teleportation array!"

Prajna's expression changed slightly.

At the same time, a cold voice reverberated: "What formidable magic power, even the teleportation array is ineffective on you. Surely, once I devour you, I'll be able to restore all my strength."

With a bang, a fissure cracked open at Prajna's feet, from which lead-gray arms reached out, clutching her ankles.

Bang—

Prajna plunged directly into the fissure.

In the split second as her body suddenly felt weightless, Furinjira transformed into a swarm of blood-colored bats, flapping her wings, squeezing through the gap between her arms, and flew up to the ceiling.

"What should we do?"

She glanced anxiously at the ground crack.

"This big dumb oaf wouldn't be in trouble, would she?"

"Damn it, why am I worried about the big dumb oaf? If she can't make it, the rest of us are done for."

Furinjira's expression changed abruptly: "Right, sir, the sir was teleported away, he must be in danger!"

The blood-colored bats quickly reassembled into Furinjira's body, and she hurriedly rushed back the way she came, but the originally open stone door slammed shut at this moment.

In the room, the servants all turned their heads simultaneously, staring at her intently.

The next moment, they grinned, showing sinister smiles.

A terrifying fear that inspired reverence instantly shrouded Furinjira's heart, but she overcame it in a flash, her eyes instantly turning pure blood red.

"Show yourself, you trickster!"

"I'm right in front of you."

The leading servant kindly smiled.

In the next second, a Blood Spear pierced through his body.

"Sorry, I'm over here."

Another servant followed up speaking.

"Are all of you?"

"Then you can all die!"

Furinjira opened her hands more and more impatiently, Magic Power gathered, and in the palm of her hand, Blood Spears slowly emerged, the next moment, they launched.

One servant after another fell to the ground.

But from their wounds, no blood flowed, instead, thick, black oily substances like tar did.

These viscous substances quickly solidified into black monsters as if they had life. Their shapes were bizarre; some were on all fours with a head on their back; some had limbs replaced entirely by blades; others had a black head like a lizard.

"Stay here, I can already smell the sweet blood on you, devouring you should be enough for me to awaken partially, then I will deal with the more difficult one below,"

the black monsters spoke in unison.

At that moment.

A mournful ghostly roar burst forth from the ground crack!

In the next instant, Prajna's figure leaped high, crashing down like a cannonball, and layer upon layer of web-like cracks spread slowly from the point where she landed.

Her body was covered in dust, and the flesh on her left arm was almost entirely stripped off, exposing ghastly white bone.

Yet such an injury did not reveal any trace of pain on her face.

She only looked numbly at those black monsters, the chill in her eyes covering the bricks beneath her feet with a layer of frost.

Furinjira's face showed a trace of delight.

"Big dumb oaf, it's great you're okay."

Prajna held up her Shield, the black Ghost Face Shield was spinning like saw teeth, with some fragments of flesh still on it.

It was evident that even though the time underground was short, she had already been through a fierce battle!

She spoke simply: "Go save the sir."

Furinjira shook her head and said, "No, there's no time. Although I can locate the sir through the Gargoyle Ring, the interference makes it too vague to perceive clearly."

"However, I have other ways, for now, leave this to you."

Prajna looked at Furin with some surprise, and after a moment, chose to trust her.

She knew that in this matter, Furin, who usually seemed unreliable, was undoubtedly trustworthy.

...

In the dark hallway, Losa slowly raised his hand, feeling the terrifying Magic Power swelling up inside, almost threatening to burst him apart.

This is...

Furin's Power!

The system notification sounded: Your retainer, Furinjira, through a sacrifice to Cepesh's family heirloom: the Gargoyle Ring, has temporarily lent all her Magic Power to you.

You have temporarily activated the special Talent: "Tyrant."

The terrifying Magic Power, like icy snow water, coursed through his veins.

"Furin..."

He spread his hands, a layer of fine blood beads seeped from his pores, then flowed over his skin as if alive.

Until, gathering at his right arm.

There.

The condensed blood flow formed a solid, fierce brace like bone spurs, rising high on his shoulder and elbow.

Losa opened his eyes, his pupils filled with crimson and madness.

Clang—

The blood in his palm condensed into a dazzling crystal, as bright as a Ruby.

Losa grasped the Blood Crystal with his right arm.

He looked up.

Like a Tyrant opening his eyes.

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