When the plot-skips players into the game world

As Aiwass's command fell, someone coincidentally greeted them from inside.

"That girl's heart is really soft..."

"I actually prefer the liver."

It was a man and a woman, two Sons of the Moon dressed as nobles, walking over while talking and laughing.

They were draped in formal attire, enveloped in warm and moist blood qi, clearly indicating a cruel banquet was taking place inside.

Apparently, they weren't aware of the identity of the guests visiting at this hour.

However, as Sons of the Moon, staying up late was very normal; even going to sleep around eight or nine in the morning was within the normal range—the Sons of the Moon were originally a race more vigorous at night.

So they weren't particularly wary, merely curious about the identity of their kin visiting at this time.

Even from a distance, they were already struck by the beautiful and elegant demeanor of Aiwass and Aleister.

Although becoming a Son of the Moon generally had a "beautifying" effect, it did not make ordinary people instantly become handsome or beautiful. The reasons for such rumors were merely that Sons of the Moon would choose aesthetically pleasing appearances for transformation.

From another angle, if a Son of the Moon's appearance was excessively beautiful, it could likely indicate their parent's high status.

Thus, those two Sons of the Moon retracted their arrogant expressions, putting on a façade of humble and polite smiles.

"You two..."

Before the female Son of the Moon could finish her sentence,

Aleister interrupted her with a bright smile: "It's about time..."

"...What?"

The other was stunned for a moment.

In an instant, two buds behind Aleister's shoulder blades simultaneously bloomed, transforming into entangling wings of tendrils.

Like vines, red as crystal stones—

In the blink of an eye, they thrust forward, changing from soft tendrils into bright red spears, directly penetrating the two Sons of the Moon, sending their bodies hurtling backward!

One wall, two walls, three walls—

Dust and smoke billowed.

In an instant, they shattered three walls, pushed directly back into the banquet!

All the blood in their bodies was drained, shattering into gray in the air!

Gray-white snow descended over the banquet, startling the other Sons of the Moon attending.

Only then did Aleister retract those two tendrils.

[Killed a Fourth Level Transcendent, gaining 14 free experience points]

"It's been a while since I saw an experience notification, feels nice indeed."

Aiwass praised: "Though it's already diminished to almost nothing..."

"Why only one?"

"Probably because the other one was Third Level. A Fifth Power Level can no longer gain experience from Third Levels... In fact, gaining experience from Fourth Levels might be because Sons of the Moon are about half a level stronger than Transcendents of the same level."

Aiwass and Aleister continued to converse leisurely as they walked inside.

Aiwass and Aleister's pace remained unchanged—neither speeding up nor slowing down.

They walked through the luxurious corridor as if taking a stroll, admiring the paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

From afar, a series of hurried footsteps approached, accompanied by strong fluctuations of Path Power.

"Speaking of which, I've actually been looking forward to this."

Aleister suddenly said calmly: "If the Box of Emptiness keeps misleading us, leading us to other Sons of the Moon mansions... wouldn't we just happen to go on a killing spree? After all, it's not our fault, it's all because of it misleading us..."

"...Given that, who's to say we weren't misled? Why don't we just kill all the Sons of the Moon here?"

"Don't joke..."

Aleister squinted slightly, easily discerning their energy levels: "Not even a single Fifth Power Level... Should I quickly take care of this, or do you want to try it?"

"Try it? Try what?"

"The Upright Summon effect of my Sin Card, you haven't used it yet, right? Why not test it out now?"

"True enough..."

Aiwass agreed.

As he spoke, he gently raised his left hand.

The Grimoire of Aiwass floated above it, appearing.

It flipped open with a rustle, stopping on a page.

It was a frosted semi-transparent pink card. It looked like a pink diamond, with rough blood-red marks sketching a fox's head on it.

[Upright Summon: Holy Blood Manipulator]

[Requirement: Water 5]

[Instant, Self, Continuous Effect]

[Effect: Control any amount of your own blood to leave the body and be sanctified into Holy Blood, and it can be manipulated and transformed freely, forming into ice or dissipating into mist at will; it can be mixed into any fluid within ten times its volume and continuously retain control; Holy Blood can be expended for healing oneself or others; Holy Blood must be within sixty meters of oneself, with no limit on the furthest distance; however, Holy Blood must remain consolidated, not interrupted.]

As the card burns, turning into void. Aiwass, in the identity of the Son of the Moon, suddenly releases a mass of blood from within his body.

—He sacrificed half of his blood directly!

If he were a mortal, this amount of blood loss would likely plunge him into a near-death state instantly. Even Aiwass's true body would become weak for a few seconds.

Yet for a Son of the Moon, this degree of blood loss is nothing significant. As long as it doesn't reach a critical loss, such a blood loss makes it easier to enter a berserk state.

Aiwass's pupils suddenly lit up.

Like a starving wolf.

The dim corridor flickers with scarlet light.

And the coagulated blood orb floats beside Aiwass.

Along with the flow of Aiwass's thoughts, several twisted and thin threads are suddenly drawn out, jumping and refracting to fill the entire corridor instantly, then disappearing without a trace.

They realized this unfamiliar white-robed Son of the Moon has come with ill intentions—

"Form ranks, face the enemy!"

The Sons of the Moon then roared and charged at this moment.

The ones charging out first were the lowest-ranking retainers of this Earl.

Within the Sons of the Moon, there exists a clear inheritance mechanism, whereby each generation has its own "father" or "mother," and likewise has its own "son" or "daughter." The farther down the hierarchy, the smaller the generation, hence the lower the status.

This batch of Sons of the Moon are already the third or even fourth-generation retainers of the Earl's Mansion. But although their generational status is low, their energy levels might not necessarily be lower than their parental generation.

Looking at the blood orb beside Aiwass, six Sons of the Moon one by one loudly chant the name of the Blood Celestial Marshal, as they shield themselves with their hands in front, with blood oozing from their bodies, coalescing into shields covering their upper bodies, the [Blood Shield].

This shield is a divine art bestowed upon them by the Blood Celestial Marshal.

It can be activated with just a single word, and easily resist frontal attacks from Transcendents of the same power level—at the very least, those assassins' throwing knives can't pierce its defense at all.

This is a divine art ability that Sons of the Moon from other regions do not possess!

Only by satisfying the Blood Celestial Marshal's cruel desires in a frenzied sacrifice, can one be bestowed the ability to cast spells.

After setting up shields for resisting firepower, blood light bursts forth from their back—

Just like the flame jet streams from a jet engine, scarlet airwaves erupt from their backs!

—[Blood Charge]!

That too is a signature "blood" series divine art by the Blood Celestial Marshal, with extremely simple naming and straightforward effects—it can break the sound barrier instantly, entering a supersonic charge state!

Just these two simple divine arts combined can instantly crush a same-level Transcendent with a fourth-level Son of the Moon!

But in the next moment…

"Ughhhh——"

—The sharp, agonizing screams echo endlessly.

At the instant they charged close to Aiwass, the trap hidden in the corridor was triggered.

Those threads, formed by fusing "Holy Blood" with water vapor from the air, were condensed into extremely thin, fine threads by Aiwass into ice—in the dim corridor, they were completely invisible.

And the shield they had condensed, in the face of fifth-energy level Holy Blood, proved utterly ineffectual—it was sliced through as if it didn't exist, immediately followed by their bodies in high-speed charge.

The finely sliced flesh pieces of the six Sons of the Moon scattered and flew, the fresh blood gushing forth quickly soaking the classical paintings on the walls.

In an instant, the entire corridor transformed into a sea of blood…

Yet even so, they were not completely dead.

It was also thanks to this batch of Sons of the Moon's charge that the scarlet invisible threads were now vividly apparent, alerting the higher generation Sons of the Moon who had not yet rushed out to the presence of a trap.

Prepare to pour the hot fresh blood into his mouth.

Instead, Aiwass slashed it away,

Aiwass is still studying

This spell, constructing a fluid that can move freely.

Its end must

[Extraordinary Module-Book of Law: Your spell reach increases by 30 meters; the Phantom Cards you log into the Grimoire gain an additional 30 meters of spell reach]

With Aiwass's Book of Law

"It should have been this way all along..."

Aleister

Aiwass

Aleister

Someone came to ask