Mohg Lord Of Blood Recommended Level の小説・ストーリー

At that very moment, everyone were casting spells and activating their skills and artefact to find out whether the blood is real or not. “Dear, Lord…it was real…”.(Grand Scholar Angela Hecklersiet) “My oh my…looks like that President really does capable of killing a Tier 4 Monsters….”.(Great Archmage Lodwig Godgrafen) The first 2 people that acknowledge the authenticity of the blood using their magic, is the Pair from the Institute of Artemesia, from the inside of their private room on the second floor. The old grand scholar Angela were gaping her mouth into an ‘o’ shape as she realized that the Blood were of the highest purity that she had ever come across, it was the highest tier materials

"Pathetic." The tension mounted. Violence was imminent. Revira gripped the back of Rakar's jacket, scared half to death. "ENOUGH!" The voice came from Eldric. The Elder stepped forward, slicing the tension like a hot knife through butter. He hadn't shouted, but his voice carried an authority that made Goran and the other warriors immediately lower their heads. "This child is dying," Eldric said coldly, looking at Goran. "He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil."

Mark and Erbort finished their job neatly and soon they looked at the shivering Alpha and then looked back at me. Liddell's power level is classified as Blood Wolf, while I belong to the Moon Wolf level, and my wolf is the strongest within the Moon Wolf level! Before I was harmed by my companions, my wolf had its abilities weakened by the Moon Goddess as a price for saving the handsome young man who risked his life for me! Otherwise, ordinary wolfsbane would never be able to harm me! The power levels of werewolves rank from highest to lowest as Moon Wolf, Blood Wolf, Death Wolf, and Liddell's pack warriors are mostly at the lowest level, so of course, they couldn't stand against Mark and Erb

【Malevolence: Ghost Mother Blood Infant】 【Level: Elite】 【Strength: Foundation Building Mid-Stage】 【Health: 6290/7000】 【Attack: 88】 【Defense: 60】 【Speed: 70】 【Skills: Night Owl Long Tongue, Strange Screeching Blood Mouth, Flying Blood Bat】 ! ChatGPT This Blood Infant, an elite monster at the Foundation Building Mid-Stage, is not a challenge for Sebastian at his current level. The thin man has ordered the Blood Infant to deal with Sebastian first, considering him an obstacle that needs to be removed.

"Jiu You's cultivation has reached grade eight. Since it has the physique of a monster, its strength should be comparable to that of a grade-nine Grandmaster." "Maybe I can test its strength on Blood Lord." "Argh..." Blood Lord growled furiously. He covered his head with his hands and spasmed in pain. He felt cracks on his head, as if it was about to explode. "What on earth was that thing?" As a grade-nine Grandmaster, his head should be tough enough to be hit by a train, yet the attack earlier had almost shattered his head. Blood Lord felt a chill deep inside. "Argh..." Blood Lord growled again like a wounded beast. "It's too damn painful, I can feel the pain even in my bones."

If you don't agree, let's have a noble duel. This time, Baron Lorient was provoked. To be honest, Baron Lorient was a fifth level magician. This level of combat power was considered quite good even among the nobles of the continent, after all, nobles relied more on inheritance than military strength. But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him.

It carried an immense demonic force, kicking up everything around it. “Oh, sh*t!” Zephyr cursed. Based on Bodrick and his lackeys’ conversation, he guessed this was the doing of a stronger fighter within the Bone Hall, one who was busy training. Bodrick was an Agile of level six, which meant that his lord was probably much stronger than he was.

The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade. What was happening? Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head. “The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.” ‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"