The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 620 - 330: Duel of Supreme Magic_2

Count Dracula was stunned, unable to believe what he was seeing; the Demon Weapon he had forged with the blood of a thousand people... simply phased through in front of Chaos Correct.

"It really appeared, that legendary thing... really appeared," An Su said gravely. "The unique red dot on the weapon is missing!"

"When even the red dot is missing, who could stop it?"

Every weapon, be it firearms, swords, spears, or junk metal, and even heirloom weapons,

and even the Godslayer Weapons capable of killing Demon Gods—

In the story, these Divine Weapons that could kill any big shot, could not even target a foolish boy who steals your wallet, or the dreadlocked Brother who critiques your aesthetics face-to-face!

This is the ultimate meaning of Chaos Law, Chaos Correct.

Seeing his weapon malfunction, Count Dracula hurriedly chanted magic to attack, but within the Chaotic Domain, even though he was able to chant the magic, he still could not use it in actual combat. His soul was filled with the words 'Unable to lock on' flashing before his eyes, and he was terrified, wanting to retreat from this terrifying Chaotic Domain—

"Thinking of leaving?"

The Rainbow Elf Gula sneered, raising its left hand high, muscles twitching and transferring strength, fingers tightly clenched as if grasping the entire world in its hand.

Like the Forest Elves of the Chaos Legislation Group, the Rainbow Elves were not only adept at laws but also experts in fist techniques, their mastery far surpassing that of the Forest Elves, having already reached the grandmaster level of fist technique that stood alone and transcendent. The whole world went silent when it directly targeted Count Dracula's chest.

The overwhelming force of the punch swept through everything; every window in the Chaotic City shattered, and the shops on both sides of the streets were uprooted by the punch, leaving dazzling fragments and debris flying everywhere.

Even though Count Dracula was of the Undead Clan, taking this punch head-on shattered nearly half of his body, his entire chest cavity caved in, and all his blood vessels burst. He fluttered away like a broken kite, crashing deep into the ley lines.

All the chaotic spectators felt a chill in their hearts; having taken this hit, Count Dracula's chances of survival were slim. It seemed tonight's battle of chaos would end with a complete victory for the Rainbow Envoy, and half of the outer city would fall under the Rainbow flag.

At this point...

They could only pay the protection fee!

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Count Dracula rose from the ruins, looked at his reflection in a pool of blood, at his facial features grotesquely modified, then at the green-hued Blood Blade, and all the untargetable, withdrawn magic. He resolved to release the limits on his magic power.

Chaos Correct was not invincible; by paying twenty Magic Values per minute to the Rainbow Envoy, he could avoid chaotic judgement.

Yet this weakness could hardly be called a weakness.

Twenty Magic Values was no small amount for a Demigod, enough for one use of epic Great Magic. And these twenty Magic Values were not consumed but absorbed by the opponent, which was the most lethal aspect.

It meant that every minute, there was a total difference of forty Magic Values!

The longer the fight dragged on, even a Demigod would be drained dry, then unable to pay the Magic Values and continue to fall under the judgement of Chaos Correct!

Count Dracula felt the vast amount of magic power draining from his Demon Core, an overwhelming fatigue surged over him, and he gasped for breath, struggling to grip the Blood Blade tightly.

On the other hand, with the infusion of the magic power supply, the advanced aesthetic body of the Rainbow Elf grew increasingly terrifying.

Its body expanded and grew crazily, chaotic hair spreading towards the sky like octopus tentacles.

"Embrace it, boy, you're better off joining us!"

The Rainbow Elf's muddy bloodshot eyes sneered menacingly, its thick lips splitting apart on both sides, the chaotic aura reaching its peak!

It threw a flirting glance.

"You simply can't afford this war."

No one believed that Count Dracula could win; in this exhaustive battle, Count Dracula had no vitality left.

But An Su, also of the Zibeng Family, shook his head slightly, already sensing the soul of Zibengism awakening from deep within the count's soul, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Who says I can't afford it..." Count Dracula sneered viciously, "What damn Rainbow Apostles, what goddamn Chaos Correct, in this nation, are merely trivial."

The vampire laughed wildly at the end of the ruins, "You foolhardy agitators, I will show you, the Blood Clan's magic is the strongest magic in this nation."

"Idiot." Gula disdainfully said, "You've already drained the blood from the slums of Chaotic City, where else here can provide you with blood."

"It's you who are ignorant," Count Dracula's blood-red pupils exploded with madness, "the entire Chaotic Church Nation, up and down the country, how could there only be one slum."

"Ridiculous, other places are so far away, and no one can support you."

The Rainbow Elf scoffed,

Within minutes, you will faint due to depleted magic power. In such a short span, how could you possibly draw blood from elsewhere?"

The Rainbow Elf took Count Dracula's words lightly as mere tough talk, "Even a true blood vampire cannot do so, not to mention the lords of the other regions would never agree."

"You have the supreme law of the Rainbow Elves within the Chaotic Mission, 'Chaos Correct.'"

Count Dracula's eyes flickered as he grinned maniacally, "And we, the Blood Clan, have our own supreme Summoning Magic, 'Black Blood Sacrifice'. It's just that your understanding is limited."

"This is a piece of forbidden magic that can only be used once in a lifetime."

"That is the pinnacle of the Chaos Dynasty."

"Before the Blood Sacrifice, all correctness must crawl!"

Count Dracula stared intensely at the Rainbow Envoy, saying solemnly, "But to drive you out, to exterminate your despicable creatures, for the fallen Blood Clan, for my deceased son, I am willing to give my all."

Indeed, it really happened.

An Su's eyes gleamed with extreme interest. The Blood Clan's supreme Summoning Magic, surpassing the Holy Level Magic, even transcending the supreme law: [Black Blood Sacrifice].

That was the supreme art that crushes and tramples everything.

All the chaotic audience was awed by Count Dracula's aura; 'Chaos Correct' was somewhat known, but 'Black Blood Sacrifice' was unheard of.

But just by looking at Count Dracula's serious and solemn expression, they knew he was not bluffing.

The world seemed to halt at that moment.

"Behold the chaos at this moment, I form a pact with you all."

Twilight painted the sky with blood, autumn wind intertwined with gloomy reflections, within the ruins of Vampire Castle.

Count Dracula slowly lifted his head, spread his arms, parted his lips, and began the ancient chant of magic. Along with that forbidden shout, a vast and archaic gaze descended upon the Chaotic City.

An Su slightly squinted, he should have known, as Count Dracula being the final boss of the Era of Chaos, he wouldn't be so easy to conquer…

But he hadn't expected him to be this formidable.

An Su's expression turned serious.

Countless vast and archaic gazes descended at that moment, coming from Avad, from Upper City, from the chaotic council, and from the entire world, from every street and every alley and every province, all the world's chaos gathered here.

Count Dracula continued to chant his summoning prayers, which the Chaotic Citizens had never seen nor heard of before—

"From the great depths of the earth rises the pitch-black blood,"

"Built upon the corpses of ancient myths."

"That is countless slumbering souls, that is countless decaying flesh."

"That is the intertwining of spirits and souls, and the essence of blood and fire."

"That is the source of all evil and chaos."

"Peering here, fellow feasters, I share with my lord this blessed Black Blood."

"The time to feast has arrived—"

Everyone was too scared to speak, even the Rainbow Envoy kept her heartbeat low, waiting for the Evil God's descent. But the surroundings remained silent as if nothing happened, with Count Dracula standing alone amidst desolate ruins, the crimson sunset reflecting his figure.

The sky remained tranquil and gentle.

"So it was all just a bluff..." the Rainbow Elf let out a sigh of relief, but the next second, she was stunned.

For Count Dracula uttered the last prayer and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"My castle is built upon a Magic Oil Field, and it needs military aid from the dads!"

With that said,

in just an instant—

The world drastically changed!