A cold gleam flickered in Liszt's eyes.

Chloe knew why he was so angry.

The Blood Race had painstakingly come this far, every step as if walking on thin ice.

Just as the future seemed promising and they could be accepted by all sides, this incident was like putting them on a burning brazier.

While slaying the Blood Servants, Liszt's fake smile vanished from his face.

Replaced by an endless silence.

Chloe did not say much.

He felt Liszt did not need his comfort.

What he could do was to take action before Liszt and deal with these blood races.

The princess barely acted.

She kept commanding the Royal Guards and the Knights of the Duke's Territory to surround and kill these Blood Servants.

"They've been converted into Blood Servants not long ago; the criminal should still be lingering nearby."

Liszt turned to look at the princess and said:

"Your Highness, please permit me to leave the team to investigate alone. The issues of the Blood Race are best solved by the Blood Race itself."

"Granted."

The princess spoke indifferently.

After Liszt left, Chloe calmly said:

"Aren't you worried Liszt will hide traces for the sake of the Blood Race?"

The princess smiled and said:

"Anyone might do that, but Liszt is the least likely."

"Oh?"

"How long do you think he has lived?"

"Probably a long time, I can tell. His talent isn't great, but he has mastered high-level martial techniques from various martial monk schools.

So... he likely hardened these techniques through sheer perseverance over time."

"Correct." The princess placed her hand on her chin, looking at Chloe with interest, "Liszt isn't the strongest of the Blood Race now, but he has survived the longest."

"For how long."

"For as long as the history of the Blood Race on the Stars Continent."

"???"

"Surprised?" The princess casually twisted her hair and said, "He is one of the first humans to embrace the Blood Pool, and now, only he among the first batch is still alive."

"...He really is an old thing."

The princess spread her hands and said, "Don't say that in front of him, as he certainly doesn't want to discuss the early days of the Blood Race."

Chloe nodded.

Actually, even though the princess didn't elaborate, he could guess what the situation of the early Blood Race might be.

Surely, there were those who believed they could quickly enslave others through the First Embrace.

—Such individuals should have been exterminated immediately.

There would also be those who hid in fear, retreating to the mountains.

—But that's not a good thing; in this world, without Extraordinary Power, even protecting oneself relies solely on the hope of others' compassion. Moreover, what kind of thoughts arise when people see them eternally youthful?

There were also those seeking to last in this world.

—But they had to face the cautious eyes of all parties and the Abyss's gaze.

Having been a Demon Prince, he understood this very well.

With the Abyss's habits, not whispering in your ear for 24 hours is already a sign of respect.

Surely, many can't help but step into the Abyss after hearing too much.

Of course.

Hence, he probably understood why Liszt, as a strong Blood Race fighter, chose the martial monk profession, which is not suitable for Blood Race combat systems.

It's simply because.

Martial monks have numerous techniques to help suppress distracting thoughts.

As one who survived from that era, Liszt persists to this day, undoubtedly hoping the race can take the final step, resolve lingering issues, and live peacefully on this land.

No one desires this sight more than him.

Suddenly.

A chilling force made Chloe turn his head toward the distance.

Only to see a blood-red round moon slowly rising from the horizon.

The surging crimson power dyed the surroundings blood-red.

"Is this... the Mental Image World?"

Chloe murmured.

No.

This force is cruder, lacking the high and aloof deterrence of Mythical Form.

It should be the Half-Plane power used by the Demigod of the early years.

This ancient power is rarely seen by later generations.

The Half-Plane relies too much on The Stars; for Demigods with less prominent talent, once they solidify the Half-Plane, they become heavily constrained by this land beneath their feet.

—Even if the Will of the Stars does not target them, the power they can continue to use is limited.

Later, through various forces' improvements, the foundation for ascending to Demigod gradually became the Mental Image World.

It has attributes similar to the Half-Plane and can integrate with it for further enhancement.

Whether choosing to guard The Stars or to fly to the Star Realm can be decided by the Demigod themselves.

Especially after the emergence of Mythical Form, it compensated for the weakness in combat power after losing the Half-Plane.

Therefore, later generations rarely hear of anyone using a purely Half-Plane as the foundation for reaching Demigod, except for some ancient beings who have lived for several millennia.

Originally, Chloe thought that something like the Mental Image World, emerging from future technology, should be much stronger than the present Half-Plane.

But when Liszt unfolded a Half-Plane, he realized he was mistaken.

The Mental Image World is a youthful version of the Half-Plane.

Strictly speaking, pure Mental Image World cannot compare to the Half-Plane.

The reason later generations chose the Mental Image World may be largely due to its easier ascension compared to the Half-Plane, and also because of its strong binding with Mythical Form.

Feeling the endless Blood River submerging the reality, that overwhelming blood-colored momentum astonished Chloe.

Liszt is much stronger than he thought.

Is this the power of an old thing that has continued since the Star Blood Race's birth?

"Treasury Road Base," the princess spoke.

"I'm here, Your Highness." A Nine Sword Grandmaster clad in black armor appeared in front of the princess.

"Lead the legendary team, intercept the opponent fighting Lord Liszt."

"Your Highness, but you..."

"I don't need protection, leave [Ghost Face] here."

Ghost Face is the codename Chloe left beside the princess.

The princess honored his wishes by not revealing his true identity.

Years have passed.

Apart from a few special top-level figures, no one knows Ghost Face is Chloe of the Meifei Family.

Treasury Road Base kneeled on one knee and said:

"Your Highness, we will fight swiftly and decisively."

After getting up, the legendary Nine Sword looked at Chloe and said:

"Ghost Face, I'm entrusting the princess's safety to you."

"Alright."

Protecting someone is simple, just kill all the threats to the princess's safety.

But he looked at Liszt, who was far away and had opened the half-plane, his gaze carrying a trace of seriousness.

Logically, for the Blood Race, which has always been in the shadows, to cultivate a Demigod is already quite remarkable.

But now, the entity that is confronting Liszt also possesses the might of a Demigod.

That's truly shocking.

After all, this time they came here because they guessed there was a problem within the Blood Race.

Initially, they thought it was a small issue.

But given the stature of the Blood Race, anyone being hunted by Liszt must be high-ranking within the Blood Race.

It could even be said they are the core among the core.

Problems arising at such a high level... the Blood Race really cannot account for this.

The battle ended quickly.

When Chloe arrived there, what she saw was Liszt quietly sitting on the ground.

At his feet, a blood-stained head lay on the ground, murmuring "I'm sorry."

Liszt's hands were dyed red with blood, his head bowed in silence.

"Kedra..."

"Liszt, help me..."

"Why, why did you become a lapdog of the Abyss."

"I don't know..."

The Blood Race member named Kedra was left with only a head.

His eyes were sometimes vacant, sometimes clear.

Finally turned into a sigh:

"Liszt, terminate the Blood Angel project, I beg you."

"..."

"Liszt, the Blood Angel can be a tool to protect our sanity, but it can also become a blade aimed at us.

Don't, don't touch the Blood Angel, we will be devoured."

The words of the Blood Race member were intermittent, the clarity in his eyes gradually dimming.

Blotchy bloody tears slid down the corner of his eyes.

Gradually.

The pain, worry, and distress on his face gradually disappeared.

Replaced by a quiet and peaceful smile:

"Come, merge with us, we are waiting for you."

"Come, merge with us, we are waiting for you."

"Come, merge with us, we are waiting for you."

...

Pop!

Liszt's hand pierced into Kedra's head.

After a long while.

He said painfully, "Okay, I will clear it all up."

Chloe looked at Liszt's expression of extreme sorrow, patted his shoulder, and said:

"At least in the end, you helped him regain his sanity."

The Blood Angel project clearly had big problems.

The problem isn't necessarily the technology; it might be something else.

Just now, he could clearly feel that the Blood Race member named Kedra had an aura brewing of a bloody scent, transforming into the stench of abyssal power.

He had seen this situation before.

He.

Aisha.

They both had experienced similar situations.

It was the phenomenon of losing sanity after being corrupted by abyssal power.

However, Chloe and Aisha did not drag it to the final stages.

In the simulation, they decisively chose to end their lives after their children came of age.

The purpose was not to be thoroughly assimilated by the Abyss.

The encroachment of the Abyss is very covert; without reminders, it takes a long time to notice.

And by the time you realize something is wrong, it's often too late.

Even Chloe uses the Thought Steel Seal as a self-restraint to resist the encroachment.

This Blood Race member's situation was much, much more severe than his at that time.

Liszt sat there for a long time, he said in a low voice:

"When I found him, he kept begging me to kill him."

"Creating Blood Race members here was also to quickly attract attention from various sides."

"The Blood Angel project was originally a product to maintain the sanity of the Blood Race, allowing us to walk in the sunlight."

"But we took the wrong path... The Blood Angel, which feeds on faith, was reversely polluted by the Abyss. They were accidentally implicated."

"It's my fault... it was me who let the Blood Race fall back to being vampires."

Liszt slowly lifted his head, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipating.

He said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, please allow me to eliminate all the fallen kindred."

"..." The princess remained silent for a long time, then said, "Let us do it, it is too cruel for you."

She, herself, couldn't be so cruel to let someone who devoted their life to the race handle the fallen kindred.

But Liszt shook his head:

"The Blood Angel project started because of me, let it end in my hands."

He slowly stood up, but this time, his back was bent considerably.

That night.

The red Blood Moon lingered for a long time.

The next day.

The news came.

The polluted Blood Angel research base, 13,241 Blood Race members who fell into vampires were killed by Liszt's hand.

Chloe saw Liszt three days later.

His amber eyes had now become cloudy and pale.

"Liszt, your eyes..."

"Blindness is a good thing," Liszt said lightly, "This way, I don't have to see the faces of the children when I act."

Chloe paused in place.

A wave of sorrow spread from Liszt.

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