The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 622 - 331 Chaotic Council: where?

He had done it.

An Su was deeply respectful, this was the most powerful, most forbidden Summoning Magic since the Era of Chaos.

"Black Blood," also known as Magic Oil.

Bards sang of it; Magic Oil was claimed to be composed of the piled corpses of mythic creatures from ancient times, countless beings lay dormant within the earth, millennia of resentment and souls merging into the corpses, from which the black blood eventually flowed from deep within the crust.

Black blood was the cornerstone that allowed the Era of Chaos to thrive robustly, being the raw material for the magic industry of Nether for thirty thousand years, essential for both the alchemist's alchemical matrix and the Disaster Apostle's Stitched Life.

Sages too had prophesized that if the black blood were to be sacrificed, freedom's Radiance would descend.

It was a genuine Forbidden Spell, impossible to counter even with Holy Level magic, Count Dracula had sacrificed his soul and dignity to the Evil God and Devil, just for this one victory.

Just for this one moment of freedom!

Dracula, this man, had prepared himself.

He laughed wildly as he spread his arms, shouting solemnly—

"My Magic Oil Field needs military protection."

No sooner had he chanted the prayer, in just a few seconds, the originally clear sky turned oppressively dark.

The ground trembled slightly, a fierce wind rattled every window in the fortress, with decaying sycamore leaves whirling in the air as if thousands of crows were spiraling with spread wings.

No one knew what would happen next, but everyone knew that once Count Dracula finished chanting the last blessing, the sky over the Chaotic City had changed.

That strange and indescribable gaze had arrived, coming from all places of Nether, vast and ancient beings murmured low, Their voices echoing long in the air above the fortress, in the ears of every resident, eagerly saying,

"Where is it?"

But An Su knew that by the time they began to ask, they had already arrived.

The free land had descended.

All the Chaotic Citizens heard the roaring wind above, lifting their heads incredulously to see that the dark mass was not clouds, but rows upon rows of Flying Dragons flapping their wings.

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"Those are the special Flying Dragons of the Kingdom of Chaos!" the residents cried out, "And they've even mobilized the military forces developed by the Chaotic Cultists!"

The so-called special Flying Dragons, officially were special breed Flying Dragons.

Compared to other Flying Dragons, they had higher maneuverability, their speed surpassing the wind multiple times, and under the control of Flying Dragon Masters, they could traverse thousands of miles to carry out the kingdom's missions.

The most formidable, boasting two heads, were hailed as 'Double-headed Flying Dragons,' once famously demolishing their own town hall across thousands of miles.

Several squadrons of special Flying Dragons hovered over the Chaotic City, their dark brown scales sparking flames against the air, casting vast shadows.

"Get down now!" experienced Chaotic Citizens quickly crouched with hands clasped, "They are going to drop bombs!"

Each dragon had their claws filled with scarlet explosives, hurling them down, momentarily covering the sky in red, the residents looked carefully and realized they were bags, filled with blood from slums across the country.

It was not explosive but blood packs.

The dragons spiraled amidst the blood rain, letting out ferocious roars, their black, steel-like scales wholly dyed in blood red; this was the legendary 'Blood Dragon Frenzy'.

"Dracula is being transfused by the nation's dragons." An Su said with deep reverence, "What tremendous energy."

The sky was filled with blood packs exploding, and in an instant, a blood-red rain showered down on the Chaotic City, and Count Dracula bathed in the blood rain, his every inch of skin absorbing the magic power within the blood; the Magic Core, previously drained by Chaos Correct, was now brimming.

The first group of special Flying Dragons had dropped the blood bags, and instantly, another group arrived, ceaselessly.

"Rainbow Elves, you have lost the people's hearts, you ignored the power of the populace." Count Dracula's mouth filled with fresh blood, "Succumb to the oceanic expanse of colonized people's blood!"

Clearly, the colonized were also a rare branch of the populace.

This formed a very healthy cool cycle; The Rainbow Envoy extorted the Vampire's magic power, the Vampire absorbed the Church Nation's blood for magic power, the Church Nation then partitioned the Vampire's Magic Oil fields to cultivate Demon Seeds, attracting more Run People to become the citizens of the Church Nation.

With endless support of blood packs, Dracula no longer feared the magic exploitation by Chaos Correct, after all, the blood he replenished was more than what was taken!

His race evolved from Black Ghost to Vampire again, all his magic and weapons returned to normal; the Rainbow Elves could no longer break free from his magic's lock.

"I have endless blood to draw from, what can you fight me with?"

Thereupon, Count Dracula, brandishing Blood Blade, slashed forwards, magic flowing between the blade, casting scarlet ripples in the air, and the heads of several Rainbow Elves flew like butterflies.

He moved like a nightmare among the minority group, with each step taken, a Rainbow Envoy lost their life, trampling over the corpses of Elves, pressing forward to face Gula, the Envoy leader.