The battle was still ongoing.
After all, the vampire maiden lacked combat experience. With the help of the power of blood manipulation, she launched a ferocious attack on the elderly Druid.
However, the elderly Druid was no pushover. After a few rounds of attacks, he used the power of the Spirit of Nature to cast layers of defensive spells on himself.
This made the vampire maiden feel a little powerless. After a few fruitless attempts, both sides turned into a stalemate.
Berean didn't seem to have the intention of sending her other dependents to join the battle even though the battle had reached a stalemate. Hence, Jenn took the opportunity to observe the vampire maiden.
Looking at her, Jenn found something suspicious.
The vampire maiden was indeed a vampire, but the scent of blood she exuded didn't belong to Berean. Vampires were a race that was very sensitive to the scent of blood. Therefore, Jenn only needed to take a sniff to know which family she came from.
Although the surging power of blood in the vampire maiden's body resembled Berean's at first glance, the difference between the two was like the difference between industrial alcohol and civil alcohol. They weren't on the same level at all.
Strictly speaking, the scent of blood in the vampire maiden's body was much thicker than Berean's.
Due to this reason, Jenn didn't believe Berean's information that the vampire maiden was her dependant.
In terms of the purity of her blood, it was more accurate to say that Berean was the vampire maiden's dependant.
However, according to Jenn's observations, it didn't seem like it.
Although there were many lolis among the vampires who had lived for thousands of years but behaved like children, that was only their temperament.
In terms of combat experience, perhaps many of the Demons from the Underworld who had killed their way out of the bloody battlefields were no match for them.
However, the Vampire maiden in front of him was really lacking in combat experience, and there were even many mistakes that experienced warriors wouldn't make.
This contradiction was indeed strange. Not only that, but according to Jenn's observations, there was also something wrong with the 'body' of the vampire maiden. Her body was very soft and had a slight luster to it — she didn't look like an ordinary vampire at all.
This was because vampires were usually pale and even a little ashen.
Only after drinking fresh blood would they become like ordinary humans.
But now, this young lady had clearly consumed a lot of blood, yet her body was no different from a living person.
It seemed as though he had been transformed into a vampire for less than 24 hours.
No matter how talented he was, he had just turned into a vampire and yet he was in such a hurry to show off … Since he didn't consider the possibility that all vampires were mentally retarded, there must be some conspiracy behind this.
Moreover, this smell …
"Whoosh!!"
Just as Jenn was thinking, the battle on the battlefield changed again. As though she had become familiar with how to use the power of blood, the vampire maiden suddenly stretched out her hand and spread it to the side.
Along with this action, the blood shield that surrounded the Vampire suddenly dispersed with a loud bang, spread rapidly on the ground, and turned the grassland into a sea of blood.
Looking at this scene, the old druid stared at the young lady with a grim expression. Then, he raised the wooden staff in his hand abruptly and swung it at the young lady.
A massive fireball appeared out of thin air and smashed at the vampire maiden.
Shortly after, in a deafening explosion, the fireball exploded and scattered flames fell from the sky, engulfing the young lady along with the sea of blood that she had unleashed.
The surging flames spread out fiercely, instantly enveloping a large area of the scarlet sea of blood. Under the high temperature, the blood sea immediately boiled and turned into a bloody mist. As for the girl herself, she had completely disappeared in the flames, without a trace.
"Phew …"
At that moment, the old druid heaved a sigh of relief. He put down the wooden staff in his hand and stared ahead.
But there was only the red mist that fluttered along with the flames. Apart from that, there was nothing else. Wait. Something isn't right!
Upon realizing this, the old druid's relaxed expression turned tense all of a sudden. The fireball that he released earlier was indeed powerful, but it wasn't powerful enough to blast the enemy into nothingness.
But now, not only was the young lady nowhere to be seen in the flames, but her remains were also nowhere to be seen. This wasn't normal at all.
If he had killed the young lady, at the very least, there would be some remains left.
But now …
Swish!
Before the old druid figured out what exactly happened, the mist suddenly pounced on him as though it were pulled by something.
As the surroundings were already filled with the sour, bloody mist, the elves couldn't react in time.
Even the old druid was the same. Although he hurriedly raised the wooden staff in his hand to defend himself, before he chanted an incantation, his expression changed drastically. Then, as though someone was strangling his neck, his face turned pale instantly.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish that had just come ashore, greedily trying to breathe in air, but to no avail.
"Elder!"
"Sir Elder!"
At this moment, the other elves also realized that something was amiss and hurriedly shouted for the old druid. But it was a pity that it was too late. In just a few moments, the old druid's body suddenly shriveled like a balloon that had been drained of air. Then, a loud bang sounded, and at the next moment, countless scarlet mist erupted from the old druid's skin, spiraled, and reformed. At this moment, the old druid had fallen to the ground head-first.
Now, he had completely lost his original appearance. His entire body was basically a dried up corpse.
It was as though other than the skin and bones, everything else had been squeezed dry.
"What the hell is going on?"
Looking at this scene, the other elves were shocked. They hurriedly raised their weapons and tried to attack the scarlet mist.
But at this moment, the mist pounced forward with the speed of a cheetah and directly rushed into the elves' encirclement. What followed next was only a massacre.
None of the elves could escape the red mist's attraction. They wanted to stop it and escape, but it was meaningless.
The red mist could easily break through their defenses, enter their bodies through their mouths and noses, and suck their flesh and blood dry. Then, it would emerge again and advance toward the next target.
Facing such an enemy, the elves were completely helpless. Although they also had magical weapons that could theoretically deal damage to non-physical beings like specters, the red mist seemed to be something entirely different.
But this red mist seemed to be something entirely different. No matter how hard the elves tried to attack it, their weapons couldn't do any damage to it.
On the contrary, the elves who were unfortunate enough to enter the red mist were quickly sucked dry by the red mist.
In the face of such a one-sided attack, the elves collapsed completely. They screamed and tried to escape, but the red mist that had absorbed the blood of several elves had grown much stronger than before and almost enveloped half of the empty space. Seeing that the elves were trying to escape, the red mist spread rapidly and enveloped the remaining prey entirely. After a few moments, along with a few screams, everything returned to silence.
It seems like it's over.
Looking at this scene, Jenn immediately judged the situation.
This elven team didn't have many people to begin with, and the only spellcaster among them was the old Druid. The others were all Warriors and Rangers. Physical classes didn't have an advantage against these strange, non-corporeal creatures, so it was only natural that they would be wiped out.
As though to verify Jenn's thoughts, the red mist began to drift toward Jenn and the rest of the elves.
In the blink of an eye, the red mist condensed and reformed into the form of the vampire maiden.
I see.
Looking at the vampire maiden who had returned to her original form, Jenn let out a soft snort.
If he had only been suspicious before, then the aura that the vampire girl had accidentally released when she transformed back into a human form had exposed her true identity. She was not Berean's Blood Kin at all.
That was because the power to control the blood came entirely from the rules and domain. Even a person who had just entered the Legendary Stage and grasped elemental powers wouldn't be able to use such a degree of rule power so quickly and skillfully.
However, there was only one kind of existence that was an exception. They were born from the rules, grew up in the rules, surrendered to the power of rules, and were born with the ability to control rule domains.
And that was the Oracle.
Judging from the combat abilities that she displayed, she was the Oracle of the Blood Queen.
No wonder Berean's attitude was so strange. The Blood Queen was the goddess that the vampires worshipped the most. However, Jenn didn't expect her to join Klein's Undead Army. Didn't the Blood Queen and the Princess of the Netherworld not have a good relationship?
How did they come to an agreement?
Although he wasn't sure of the reason, Jenn knew what he had to do.