Blood Of Empire の小説・ストーリー

The Flaming Phoenix let out fierce cries and charged straight at the Blood Emperor. The Blood Emperor snorted. The roar of the sea of blood rolled up monstrous waves of blood and swept toward the Flaming Phoenix. The Flaming Phoenix charged straight into the sea of blood. With an explosion, purple flames spread across the sea of blood. A roiling bloody fog rose like a cloud with the shape of mushrooms. The Blood Emperor snorted angrily. Huge waves rose from the sea of blood and extinguished the spreading purple flames. The Blood Emperor raised his eyes. To be exact, he raised two bloody holes. His so-called eyes were also covered with wriggling blood and looked very disgusting. He looked at

From the spire’s tip, the magic didn’t burst outward—it poured down. Like, literally, a tsunami of glowing corrosive blood-magic spilled out of the Emperor’s hands, cascading down the Gothic palace sides like boiling acid in a waterfall. The Blood-Tide hit the upper courtyards first. It didn’t care who you were. Vampire aristocrats trying to flee the ballroom were swallowed in red, their flesh and bones turning to nothing in a blink, less than a second. "He’s sacrificing his own people to erase our army!" Caleb snarled, pure horror in it.

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

The First Blood Emperor said while smiling, “Based on the research data you provided me, I created this virus by combining the blood of the Blood Race. Once consumed even by corpses, the Gu will swiftly grow and control the body in the end.” “Very good!” Lucjan laughed. Then, he looked at the First Blood Emperor and said, “Blood Emperor, I have always been puzzled about one thing.” The First Blood Emperor made a welcoming gesture and said, “Ask away.” “I have been wondering… What is the Blood Race? Are you still humans?” “Of course we are.” “In that case, why is the Blood Race superior to humans? Why is your blood different from ours? How did your DNA mutate?” Lucjan asked puzzledly.

He quickly asked, “Is something the matter?” A bell had rung in my head. “You said you're guards of what empire again?” I struggled to ask. “Why, well it's the Royal Spirit Empire! Of course you've heard of it, it's the most popular empire in the Ancient Reality continent!” I shook my head in disbelief. I was not so shocked because of whatever he was saying in praise of his empire, but the reason I was shocked to the bones was because the name of the empire carried the same prename of my unique cultivation bloodline; Royal Spirit.

"I don’t bleed for weakness. I bleed for vengeance." He smiled, but there was a cold, respectful glint in his eyes. "Then let's go write Rodger's obituary." And with that, we stood there in the dying light, bloodied but unbowed, surrounded by pieces of steel and fire, already scheming our next move. Because empires don’t rise again from ash by chance. They rise when kings return to reclaim the throne.

Three words. Written in Czech: “Krev nezapomíná.” Blood never forgets. He read it once. Twice. Then crushed the paper slowly in his hand. This wasn’t about legitimacy. This wasn’t about power. It was about purity. About lineage. And someone, somewhere, still believed the best way to protect an empire… Was to erase what didn’t fit.

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

CHAPTER 70 The empire was in disarray. Whoever went into the sanctum did not return the same. It was as if they were mutating into something not human. They looked pale in contrast to their darkened veins, and to everyone’s horror, they began to crave blood. They were stronger and faster than the others. They began to conquer several other places, and whoever they deemed fit was brought back to the emperor and changed by the herb.