"It's really surprising, do you just want to understand?I never said that I was going to defeat you from the beginning to the end~" Kreese's eyes widened in surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievably ridiculous.

"Have you thought about the consequences of this?" the Earl's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Kreese was ready to die in battle, "It seems that I have to deal with you once and for all!"

After the Earl finished speaking, the momentum on his body began to rise, and the entire blood world also changed, and the blood mist that was only vague before began to become viscous, turning into a substantial sea of blood squeezing towards Krees.

"This is a bit of a magic gold sanctuary. Krees nodded as if everything the Count had done before was child's play.

"When did you have the right to comment on me?" rebuked the Earl angrily. He vaguely felt that the temperament of Krees in front of him seemed to have changed a lot, and even if he was dissatisfied with himself in his heart in the past, he would never be overflowing.

"When I had the strength to compete with you, I realized how ridiculous it was to retreat before. Kreese had a look of remorse on his face, "If I had had had been brave enough, maybe the relationship with Spicel would never have ended in such a tragedy." ”

"Hmph, isn't it too late for you to come to your senses now?" the Count sneered, and his hands turned into two clouds of blood mist and wrapped around Krees.

"It's a little late, indeed. Christan admitted, and at the same time, the liquid relatives on his hands began to atomize, turning into a pale blue mist and wrapping around the blood mist, "So I have always admired your resourcefulness before, and cleverly used the bond between me and Spadel to make us throw a rat trap, and no one dared to resist your decision." ”

"Well, it's disgusting love. The Count said with a look of disgust, "Although I have taken advantage of it, it still makes me feel sick. ”

"Isn't it in thy ethos of purity?Perhaps it is not our betrayal that you are worried about, after all, my faithfulness has been tested many times, and what really brought us to this end is because you cannot tolerate the noble and pure love between us?" Chrees's eyes lit up, as if he had caught something from the Earl's words.

"Your fate is doomed when you have undeserved feelings for Spadel! It has nothing to do with loyalty! It's just that your ridiculous, pathetic, and pathetic love, by my careful calculations, has had an unexpected effect!" said the Earl, his eyes flushed with sinister eyes.

"Understood. I'm nothing more than a wretched worm bound by so-called loyalty. And you, dear Earl, are actually more pitiful than I am, nothing but a lifeless tragedy without love!" Chrees calmly exposed the Count's scars, without the slightest trace of emotional turmoil due to the discovery of the truth.

"Krees, I didn't expect you to grow to this extent. The Earl's hand was on the offensive, but his tone was tinged with remorse, "Nothing like this can shake your mind. ”

"For me, the heart is long gone!" Krees snorted coldly, and the dumbbell-like particles that formed the bones of his hands hidden in the blue mist shot frantically towards the Count like bullets out of the blue mist.

The Count was obviously caught off guard by Krees's silent surprise attack, and when he spotted the "uninvited guest" in the blood mist, it was too late to dodge, hundreds of bloody eyes appeared on his body almost at the same time, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the gorgeous white tuxedo was instantly dyed a blood-red.

"I can't believe you would dare to attack!" said the Earl, shocked and angry, for he had never suffered such a great loss since he recovered.

"Thank you for your teachings!" Chrees sneered, compared to the Count's past intrigues, this was just a small trick.

"Actually, I've been thinking about a question, what would have been the consequences if I hadn't objected to your relationship with Spicel in the first place?" the Count asked, looking unconcerned about the blood spurting from his body, and instead looked at Krees very seriously.

"Don't you know the answer yourself?, dear Earl, don't try to influence me with words any more, I have already said that my heart is dead!...... these are of no use to me," said Krees, whose face changed suddenly, "are you stalling for time?"

Krees was shocked to find that the particles that had been shot into the Count's body had lost contact with him as if they had sunk into the sea, and those particles had been unknowingly sealed by the Count with the power of some law.

"Krees, have you forgotten that I have also mastered the laws of simulation?" the Count chuckled, and the wounds on his body were no longer blood, but tiny blood-colored dumbbell-like particles, and in the blink of an eye he had simulated the particles that made up Krees's bones through his blood.

"Oh oh ~ what a wonderful idea, this particle seems to have a mysterious connection with each other, and it can be combined into any shape at will, and it is second only to my blood in ease of use. The Earl controlled the blood-colored particles to condense into two bloody hands, and couldn't help but admire them.

"How did you do that?There are mechanical divine texts connected between those particles, could it be that your simulation method can even simulate divine texts?" Chrees's face changed slightly, if the Count could do this, it meant that he had touched the realm of the gods.

"You can't simulate it, but you can find something similar instead. The Earl smiled slightly, "What can be done by the mechanical divine text, and the magic text can also be done!"

"So you're admitting that you're a member of the demons?" asked Krees, urging step by step. The reason why the blood clan has not been exterminated by other races on the continent until now is because they do not admit that they are a member of the demon race, so before there is conclusive evidence, no one wants to provoke the powerful blood clan - Fred the Great's Northern Expedition back then was purely to ensure the imright throne and establish authority, so after destroying Fort Wico, he did not choose to send troops to stay here, but accepted it when he saw it.

"In vain, you were a member of the Bloodline, and you didn't even realize it?" the Count threatened with a wave of his bloody hand, "Now I wonder how you will respond to my attack after losing the bones of a pair of arms?"

With that, the Count did the same, and the bloody hands were transformed into blood-colored particles again, shooting towards Krees.

Krees's face changed, and his body turned back to retreat, but the blood mist formed by the earl's arm tightly entangled the blue mist he simulated, making it impossible for him to leave easily.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the liquid metal in his chest bulged out, like an inverted cauldron in front of him, and the swarming blood-colored particles hit the liquid metal one after another, not giving the liquid metal any chance to heal naturally.

Krees's body was shattered like a hornet's nest after a series of electric shock-like spasms from the blood-colored particles.