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When Blood Demon finally fell and showed no signs of life, the tense atmosphere in the forest seemed to relax slightly. Sheriff William looked at Agamemnon with deep respect and gratitude in his eyes. William felt sincere admiration for this mysterious and powerful Half Blood.
Meanwhile, Agamemnon focused on the fallen Blood Demon, watching its final struggle and feeble incantations. His eyes held a hint of curiosity and wariness, as if pondering the deeper meaning behind Blood Demon's last words.
Suddenly, a low and ominous cracking sound came from the coffin that was excavated by Blood Demon in the large pit, accompanied by a cold breath gradually spreading in the air. This cold air, like a sudden winter, caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, making even breathing feel heavy.
Agamemnon quickly tightened his grip on the huge sword in his hand, his eyes becoming more serious and alert. He knew that the source of this cold air was undoubtedly the resurrection of the high-level vampire. In this unknown and dangerous atmosphere, his body tensed, ready to face whatever might happen next.
Sheriff William also felt the changes around him. He held Bolt tightly in one hand and quickly loaded new ammunition into his revolver with the other. A hint of unease and determination showed in his eyes. He understood that even though the recent battle had ended, a new challenge was imminent.
The tension in the air escalated once again, and both of them were on high alert. Agamemnon and Sheriff William had deep, heavy breaths, and their eyes were fixed on the slowly opening coffin, waiting for the unknown creature about to reveal itself.
On the open space where moonlight falls, a scene as dreamlike and enchanting slowly unfolds. A mysterious woman, with a pale face carrying an indescribable sorrow, emerges like an elf under the moon, walking lightly. She wears a complex and elegant dress, still exuding the past brilliance and sadness after the test of time. She holds a parasol, seemingly a barrier that isolates her from all the pain of the world.
The air around her becomes dense and heavy with her footsteps, her graceful singing voice slowly drifting, like a call from ancient times, filled with profound sadness and endless tranquility. Her singing voice flows under the moonlight, slowly spreading, enveloping everything around with this melancholic melody.
In her singing, the fierce Blood Demon seemed to find solace for its soul. Its flame-scarred body gradually quieted down, the flames extinguished, leaving only the lingering traces of smoke and deep pain. The ferocious face of Blood Demon appeared gentle in this mournful song, its roars and agony seemingly calming in this melody.
Agamemnon and Sheriff William were stunned by this sudden change, their gaze deeply drawn to this mysterious woman. Her pale and sorrowful face, the faint traces of tears, and the mournful singing formed a scene that was impossible to look away from. Her figure in the moonlight was like a lost soul, trying to find her own redemption in this dark night.
At this tense and dangerous moment, the mysterious woman's actions were sudden and ghostly. In an instant, her figure flashed from the pit to stand before Agamemnon. Agamemnon's fighting instincts were immediately aroused as he tightly gripped his giant sword, ready to face the challenge of this high-level vampire. He knew well that high-level vampires were vastly different from ordinary vampires, possessing powerful abilities and immortality as direct descendants of the True Ancestor vampires. Each confrontation was a battle of life and death.
However, in the face of Agamemnon's vigilance, the mysterious woman showed no intention of attack. She crouched down, calmly and deeply gazing at the agonizing Blood Demon on the ground. Her face displayed no emotional fluctuations, only an elusive calm and depth. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand years of stories, profound and inscrutable, making it impossible to fathom her true thoughts.
Agamemnon's tense body relaxed slightly, but he remained vigilant, his gaze firmly fixed on the mysterious woman, ready to respond to any potential changes. He knew that in this unknown and dangerous environment, even the smallest oversight could lead to fatal consequences.
The atmosphere was filled with tension and uncertainty, but in the presence of the mysterious woman, everything seemed to become quiet and heavy. Her gaze remained fixed on the struggling Blood Demon, as if contemplating a profound question or reminiscing about a distant past.
On this night filled with unknowns and dangers, the mysterious woman's actions attracted everyone's attention. Her singing slowly dissipated in the night breeze, and her gaze continued to gaze gently and deeply at Blood Demon. Then, she gently placed her hand on Blood Demon's chest, where traces of flames still burned.
Suddenly, Blood Demon's body underwent a shocking transformation. Its figure began to rapidly shrink, its skin became dry, and the entire body became desiccated and emaciated within seconds, as if all life force had been drained away. In the end, Blood Demon lay quietly on the ground, motionless, looking like a lifeless shell.
Agamemnon stared tensely at the scene, his eyes revealing vigilance and wariness. He knew that the high-ranking vampire in front of him possessed unimaginable power, a power that could easily end the life of a Blood Demon.
Sheriff William was equally shocked by the sight before him. He had never imagined witnessing such a supernatural presence firsthand, nor had he expected the high-ranking vampire to possess such formidable and terrifying abilities. His heart was filled with astonishment and unease, as all of this was beyond his realm of understanding.
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