**Chapter 275: Contention and Backstabbing**

**Chapter 275: Contention and Backstabbing**

Visible gaps appeared on the disc-like Blood Moon Space, with black lines resembling silkworms on mulberry leaves, gnawing from the four sides towards the center.

Soon, the two black lines first met and collided! In the mysterious Blood Moon Space, a golden Bat the size of a palm opened its Fangs and devoured the Energy of the Abyss Origin within the Blood Moon. Streams of dark Mist were constantly swallowed into its mouth.

Dracula reveled in the pleasure of his Strength surging. The golden fuzz on his Bat Wings was turning Blood-like in color as he continuously devoured the Power of the Abyss Origin.

This represented his Breakthrough through the bottleneck and limitations of the Vampire Clan, transforming towards the direction of "God".

The Vampire Clan is very similar to Giant Dragons; the Power of a true Bloodline grows with the passage of Time, as they are a Long-Lived Species.

Although they fear light and drink Blood, their long Lifespan is envied by many races.

However, compared to the ancient Giant Dragons said to be comparable to Gods in Legend, the Vampire Clan has a clear upper limit to their Power.

The Power of a Normal Vampire is limited by the parent who gave them The Embrace. Theoretically, few can surpass the Vampire who gave them The Embrace.

Dracula is an exception. He is one of the few Daywalkers in a thousand years and one of the rare Vampires with Prince Strength.

But among the Vampire Clan, aside from the legendary Blood Race Progenitor Cain, the Blood Witch Lilith, and a few Second Generation Vampires, very few Vampires can break through the Prince bottleneck, let alone reach the level of a Hell Lord.

Dracula, who was greedily Devouring the Abyss Origin in this place, suddenly felt the Power of the Abyss Origin, which was like a tide, vanish. His Fangs sucked hard, and a putrid smell made him feel dizzy from his intoxication.

A Blood Mist rose, and the golden Bat transformed into a handsome Middle-aged Man wearing a Cloak.

"Urnos!?"

Dracula looked at the black-cloaked figure opposite him, sensing the familiar Energy Fluctuation. Dracula was somewhat surprised.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle! Dracula, long time no see. The last time we met, I believe it was in the Middle Ages!" The black-cloaked figure removed his Hood, revealing a stark White Bone Skull.

Soul Fire burned in its two Eye Sockets. Its upper and lower jaws opened and closed as it greeted Dracula.

"You actually managed to sneak in too!" Dracula's Complexion was cold and stern, and a ball of Blood-colored Flames quietly condensed in his palm.

"I still have a few Old Friends in the Dark Council. With such a large-scale deployment of forces, I had to follow and see. I never expected it, truly unexpected!"

Urnos cackled strangely, "I never expected that my centuries-long cherished wish would be realized through your Dark Council!"

"This Power!" Urnos extended his Bone Claw in an entranced manner and suddenly swung it towards Dracula.

A wave of dark Energy Fluctuation swept across, and Raging Fire immediately burned beneath Dracula.

Urnos watched the raging pale Undead Flame burn excitedly. Unfortunately, before Urnos could be happy for long, a Blood-colored cloud rose from the Flames.

It transformed into countless palm-sized golden Bats that pounced towards Urnos. These golden Bats spat out Blood-colored Mist from the corners of their mouths, corroding the surrounding Space with sizzling sounds.

Seeing these Bats, Urnos's Complexion changed drastically. While rapidly retreating, a White Bone Cane appeared in his Bone Claw. He swung the Cane, and hundreds of poisonous phosphorescent fireballs the size of human heads shot towards the golden Bats.

Unfortunately, Urnos clearly underestimated the Speed of those golden Bats. After these fireballs hit the golden Bats hard, the golden Bats quickly dissipated like bubbles.

Clearly, what Urnos hit were merely Afterimages of the Bats Dracula had transformed into.

Urnos suddenly turned his Head. Behind him, a group of golden Bats were gathering together, transforming into Dracula's appearance. The moment Urnos turned his Head, a hand burning with Blood-colored Flames fiercely grabbed towards his face.

"Not the Main Body!?"

With a crack, Dracula twisted off the Skull's Neck in his hand and looked grimly behind him. He did not feel the Power of the Abyss Dimension Origin that Urnos had absorbed. Clearly, this Skeleton was not Urnos's Main Body.

To kill a Necromancer, one must find its Phylactery. Urnos's Phylactery was clearly also in this Blood Moon Space. However, compared to finding Urnos, whose location was unknown, the most important thing for Dracula now was to absorb as much of the Dimensional Origin Power as possible.

Dracula quickly transformed into a swarm of golden Bats and pounced towards the next patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin.

In a patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Dimension Origin, several Cloaked figures surrounded a wooden Box that closely resembled an urn.

This wooden Box, covered in Black Wizard Runes, was like a bottomless vortex in the black Mist, continuously Devouring the surrounding black Mist.

"Another Clone lost!"

"It's Dracula!"

"The most important thing now is to quickly merge with the Origin of this Dimensional Space and become the master of this Dimensional Realm! As long as we become Hell Lords, whether it's the Dark Council or that Human who has been chasing us like stray dogs, they will just be ants we can crush easily!"

Identical resentful Voices came from beneath the Cloaks of the figures surrounding the wooden Box.

The moment this patch of black Mist symbolizing the Abyss Origin was completely absorbed by Urnos's Phylactery, a streak of Blood-colored Radiance suddenly leaped out.

The Blood-colored Saber Light cut out a nearly perfect arc. With one strike, Urnos's Clones surrounding the Phylactery turned into Dust in the Bloodlight.

The Phylactery trembled up and down, and the Magic Runes all over its surface flashed with Radiance, attempting to tear Space and move away from here.

The Blood-colored Saber Light flashed, directly splitting the Phylactery in two. After a mournful scream, the Bloodlight flashed, revealing the Main Body of the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade.

At the blade's jaw, which resembled a goat-headed demon, the devouring mouth opened, directly Devouring a large area of the black Mist Origin that wanted to dissipate.

After Devouring this patch of black Mist Origin, the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade flashed with Bloodlight, and a Blood-Robed Daoist appeared on the spot, whose figure and appearance were seven or eight parts similar to Boss Tang. He took a step and directly tore Space.

A Monster's Complexion was pale, its Pupils flickering with hexagrams. It forcefully channeled Magic Power, drawing on the endless Vitality of a Hell Lord, rapidly repairing its damaged Body.

Threads of flesh spread out, covering its wounds, scabbing over, and falling off.

After using Magic Power to repair his Body, the Winged Demon Lord took a deep breath.

Those Humans were too terrifying. His muscle tissue was already three parts harder than steel.

Even the Claws of a high-level battle Demon couldn't cause him any damage.

But, those Wizards who invaded the Abyss, the Human leading them actually tore apart such a hard and strong Body with his bare hands. Was this possible? It was completely impossible, right? "No, I have to absorb more Abyss Origin before these Humans do—"

The Winged Demon Lord's Complexion suddenly turned pale. A Blood-Robed Daoist appeared before him. An Energy Black Hole appeared beside the Winged Demon Lord, and a streak of Bloodlight slashed out from the Black Hole, directly splitting the Winged Demon Lord in two.

The Winged Demon Lord's Essence and Qi and Soul were absorbed by the Blood-Robed Daoist, used to Temper the Blade.

Not only that, the Abyss Origin that the Winged Demon Lord had swallowed also turned into streams of black Mist and were absorbed into his Body. The Blood-Robed Daoist, or rather, the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade, only needed to feed heavily.

The Refinement Method of the Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade comes from the Asura Path of the Jambudvīpa World, an existence whose Origin is very similar to Hell. Devour everything, Devour every Living Being you see!

This is the Devouring Instinct of the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber. After the Blood-Robed Daoist completely consumed the Winged Demon Lord, he broke through Space, searching for the next victim.

......…

In the Blood Moon Origin Space, a Monster standing dozens of meters tall raised its Head from the black Mist in surprise.

It looked at the Blood-Robed Daoist who appeared above its Head.

Dimly, it seemed to see Blood-colored Saber Light appearing behind the Blood-Robed Daoist. It was a Blood-colored saber hundreds of meters long.

The phantom of this saber flickered with Bloodlight, directly slashing towards it.

It slashed towards the strongest Monster in this Hell Abyss.

It wanted to get up and run, but it was too late.

It was directly split in two.

The Blood-Robed Daoist's eyes swept over the Monster's Corpse.

Streaks of Bloodlight split from his eyes, Devouring the Monster's chunks of flesh.

The Blood Blade Phantom behind him had unknowingly expanded to two thousand meters in length.

The Power of the Abyss Origin absorbed was completely extracted and used to Temper the Blade. The Demonic Heaven Blood Transformation Blade was rapidly strengthening to a monstrous degree. In the place where the Winged Demon Lord had just escaped, several Dark Council Members working together surrounded a gaunt old man like stars surrounding the moon.

"Speaker (Dark Council), now that those Demons are no longer causing trouble, please quickly merge with this Abyss Origin to prevent any accidents!"

A Dark Council Member held a fist-sized Crystal Ball in his hand and walked to the side of the Speaker (Dark Council), offering it like a treasure. Inside the Crystal Ball, rolling black Mist churned, representing the Primal Power of this Abyss World.

The Speaker (Dark Council) nodded approvingly, just about to reach out and take the Crystal Ball.

'Puchi', a short Sword suddenly emerged from the Speaker (Dark Council)'s Heart.

Faint dark red Demonic Qi flickered on the short Sword. A wisp of black Energy slowly sprayed from the Sword's Blade. The skin near the Speaker (Dark Council)'s Chest immediately turned a striking bluish-black. A power of deathly stillness that extinguished everything rapidly spread Inside the Body of the Speaker (Dark Council). The Magic Power Inside the Body of the Speaker (Dark Council) and this power of deathly stillness clashed and Devoured each other, producing explosive and roaring sounds like Ice water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate.

A single strike through the Heart. Even though the Speaker (Dark Council)'s Strength was extremely powerful, he was severely wounded by the sudden Sneak Attack.

The Speaker (Dark Council), furious to the point of madness, fiercely grabbed the short Sword stuck in his Body and violently pulled it out.

A Blood Pillar sprayed from his Body. The originally red Blood was now mixed with strange dark red, the color of spoiled pig Blood.

With the short Sword pulled out, the Speaker (Dark Council)'s Body trembled violently. The Severe Pain that penetrated his Soul made his face twitch.

However, the Speaker (Dark Council) was also a ruthless person. He glanced at the several "Confidants" who had retreated dozens of meters after successfully landing the blow! He examined the short Sword in his hand and chuckled. He had seen this Sword before.

The short Sword forged from Abyss Demonic Copper was incredibly sharp, and the Magic Runes on it were exceptionally striking. If he remembered correctly, he had found this Sword in a Greek Ruin.

It was said to be Anubis's Divine Artifact, and two Popes of The Church had died from assassination by this short Sword.

Later, this Sword had mysteriously disappeared at some point, and he had searched for a long Time. He never expected it to appear here, used by his Confidants to assassinate him.

How ironic.

The Speaker (Dark Council) felt as though his Physical Body, which he had Tempered with Magic Power for countless years, was like a tank of Purified Water into which a large bag of Potassium Cyanide had been suddenly poured, followed by a jar of Ink. Terrifying Poison and Contamination were rapidly spreading Inside the Body.

The Speaker (Dark Council), whose Heart had been pierced, was convulsing all over.

"What are you after!" The Speaker (Dark Council) slowly raised his Head and looked at the several Confidants standing some distance away from him.

"To become an Immortal Hell Lord, to become a God, isn't that enough!"

A Dark Council Member looked at the dying Speaker (Dark Council) and responded viciously.

"Enough, it is indeed enough!" The Speaker (Dark Council) tilted his Head, a very strange Expression on his face.

"I've used this Physical Body for several hundred years. It's a pity, I originally planned to cultivate this Physical Body into my Divine Emissary, my Saint, my representative after becoming a Hell Lord!"

A Dark Council Member felt a chill in his Heart listening to the dying old man say strange things. He raised his hand, and a Streaking Light shot to the Speaker (Dark Council)'s side, transforming into a Hammer that fiercely struck his Head.

This Streaking Light caused the Speaker (Dark Council)'s Head to explode. His Body shattered like porcelain without any resistance, and dark red Blood sprayed everywhere.

'Gulp!' The Councillor who had succeeded in the Sneak Attack felt no joy.

A Skeleton with crystalline Bone was standing where the Speaker (Dark Council) had just been. Dozens of meters of black Blazing Flames rose from the Skeleton's surface.

In the Skeleton's Bone Claw, a medieval white bone longsword trembled slightly. A trace of black Flames flickered at the Sword's tip. Wherever the Sword's edge passed, the Air was cut open with an extremely fine black Mark that took a long, long Time to Heal.

The Pupils of the several Dark Council Members constricted. They looked at each other, then spoke in a dry Voice to the Skeleton opposite them: "We didn't expect you to have already broken through the Human-God boundary. As expected of the Mage hailed as the strongest Mage outside of the Sorcerer Supreme! We all underestimated you, Speaker (Dark Council)!"

"Ancient One, I wouldn't dare compare myself to that freak. However, after obtaining the Origin of this Abyss World, as a Hell Lord, I will eventually step on her!"

The Speaker (Dark Council), who had transformed into a Skeleton, glanced at the Confidants who had betrayed him and directly swung his Sword.

The black Power of Death, carrying monstrous Black Light, swept towards them. Everything within a hundred miles was completely destroyed. All things, including those Dark Council Members, were instantly vaporized.

(end of chapter)