The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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"I'm not kidding, because the vampire delegation has come to Guberlan again. Don't worry, this time it's good news."

Arthur laughed.

"Good thing?"

Leon was puzzled.

"Hmm, I didn't expect that, Leon. We've been childhood sweethearts since we were little, playing together in the palace."

"What childhood sweethearts? Don't make this up."

Leon interrupted Arthur.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Anyway, as we expected, you're the first one to get married."

"marry?"

Leon didn't understand.

"Yes, we are taking His Highness back to hold the wedding."

Arthur laughed.

"Okay, let's go."

Bancroft’s hoarse voice rang out, and then purple patterns lit up on the floor of the room where Leon was. In an instant, Leon felt the world spinning around him.

Then, Leon returned to Guberlin.

Maisie's Cottage.

Helena sensed the stench of decay early on, but she was too late.

An old man, completely shrouded in a cloak, walked into the room.

Downstairs, several men with malicious intent surrounded the building where Maisie lived.

"who are you?"

Helena stared at the old man in front of her, whose face was hidden by a cloak and hood, whose back was hunched, and whose only visible feature was his withered hands.

"You don't need to know who I am, but someone wants you dead, so don't blame me."

After the old man finished speaking, he immediately and swiftly took action.

Helena's body was quickly enveloped in a shadow, and then her body disappeared, leaving only her shadow in the place.

"Helena?"

All of this happened so fast that Hazel and the others didn't even have time to react.

"Once she enters High Priestess Falma's domain, she's already dead. You should worry about yourselves first!"

At the entrance, several men suddenly appeared, their eyes filled with malice as they looked at Hazel and the others.

"You guys are all pretty good-looking, how should we play this game?"

The men let out a series of cacophony laughs.

"Disgusting, go to hell!"

Hazel grasped at the air, revealing an ice sword in her hand, and then slashed at the man in front of her.

Hazel's sword intent was incredibly cold and sharp, instantly obliterating the man at the front.

The bright red flesh and blood stained the entire room crimson, making it look extremely disgusting.

But strangely, this disgusting flesh and blood was still wriggling as if it were alive, and it piled up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, countless pieces of flesh reassembled into the original shape of the man.

"Hahaha, interesting, what a fierce one. I love this kind of ice beauty the most."

The man, who had been blasted apart but then strangely regenerated, burst into maniacal laughter.

"It's a ghoul."

Ella said calmly.

Corpse Demon...

Heyle immediately understood.

Corpse demons are a supernatural profession, originally called gravediggers. This profession cultivates malevolent energy and is divided into two factions: the steady faction and the corrupt faction.

The moderate faction mainly deals with corpses, lives in seclusion, focuses on self-cultivation, and rationally suppresses violent tendencies.

The degenerate faction, on the other hand, allows their violent tendencies to run rampant, so they are often tyrannical, cruel, and full of malice.

Because the Fallen faction allows its malevolent energy to run rampant, and the Gravekeepers primarily cultivate malevolent energy, the Fallen faction is more powerful than the Steadfast faction. Therefore, people also call these Fallen Gravekeepers Corpses.

The current methods of tomb guardianship have basically degenerated into cults and are prohibited by the government.

the city of snow,

Outside the sea area.

Gonzalez and the dragon, who had transformed into a human, found Helena and the others' small boat.

"It's definitely Bai Lishi."

Dragon stood on the deck and said, "But she's not here anymore."

"Where is she?"

Gangzarez and Long looked at each other, then simultaneously let out a cold laugh.

within the field.

Helena looked at the cloaked old man in front of her without any fear, but instead began to examine him with interest.

For some reason, Falma suddenly felt like she was the prey.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Helena's Trump Card (Part Two)

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Falma asked tentatively.

"I'm scared, but I won't die."

Helena chuckled.

"What do you mean? Who...who are you?!"

No, the girl on the other side is clearly just a little girl who has just entered the Diamond level.

She, she, she! What gives her the right to be so arrogant!

"Helena, an ordinary girl who has been persecuted by you."

Helena laughed, "Let me guess—hmm? You should be one of Leon's men, right?"

"You all know?"

Falma snorted coldly.

"I didn't know before, but I do now."

Helena laughed and said, "I'm asking you, were the people who kidnapped Erik one of your accomplices?"

"What Eric? I don't know him. I'm here to kill you."

"Falma said."

"Kill me? Fine, it seems we can't talk this out properly. Well then—accept your death."

Helena's smile suddenly froze, leaving only an icy chill.

Lead to death?

Is she crazy?

Does she really think she can kill me?

Falma didn't know where Helena got her confidence from, so he decided to give her a quick death and raised his right hand towards her.

On his bloodless, withered right palm, a sinister eye suddenly opened.

But when the eerie eyes reflected Helena's image, the scene inside was not Helena's frail figure, but a pair of enormous eyeballs, enormous eyeballs enveloped by twelve pairs of pure white wings.

In an instant, Falma's face contorted, the eye in his palm bulged and exploded, and at the same time, he spat blood from all seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Great...Heaven...Archangel King..."

Falma died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Ah, senior, is that all?"

Helena was incredulous.

"Killing him wouldn't be difficult for me right now, but it's not easy either. However, this... you could say he brought it on himself by seeing my true form. There's nothing I can do about it."

Bai Lishi's voice, tinged with laughter, rang out.

"Uh, okay, I'm curious, what did he see?"

Helena laughed.

"Don't be curious. If you see it, you'll die too, and maybe even more gruesomely than him."

Bai Lishi answered.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and soon Helena was back in Maisie's cottage.

Along with her appeared Falma's gruesome corpse.

"High Priest?"

The group led by Falma, who was fighting Hazel and the others, looked at the scene with fear, exchanging bewildered glances, as if they were seeing a demon in Helena.

High Priest Falma is dead!

The high priest is dead!

The malice in the eyes of the lackeys turned into fear of losing their lives, and they quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Helena, you actually killed him!"

Heyle, Ella, and Maisie all wore expressions of disbelief.

This old man is an Obsidian-level powerhouse, while Helena has only just stepped into the realm of demigod.

How is this possible? In less than a minute, the opponent was killed!

"I don't know what happened, but it seems like his old illness suddenly flared up and he died on his own."

Helena answered with an innocent look.

"Ah this..."

Hazel and the others all had expressions that said, "I don't believe you."

"Alright, let's not dwell on that for now. We need to think about how to handle this."

Hazel changed the subject.

"My house... how am I supposed to live here after this?"

After this happened, seeing the room in such a mess, filled with disgusting rotting flesh, Maisie was in the most pain.

"I'm sorry, Maisie, how about this, I'll help you buy another house in Snow City?"

Heyr comforted her.

"This...this is not good."

Although it smells delicious, Maisie feels...

“Let’s hand it over to the Snow City government. This can’t be kept secret. Maisie, you and Ella stay here. I’ll go to that address with Hazel. I have a bad feeling. Something’s going to happen to Leon.”

Helena said.

"Okay, take care."