A Seven Star Demon Weapon, Death's Scythe?
Fang Qingyan was stunned.
Then, the space in front of him trembled, and a deep and mysterious aura appeared.
A huge sickle-shaped weapon appeared in front of him!
Looking at its appearance, it resembled the scythe used by the Grim Reaper to harvest souls in movies and anime he had seen in his previous life.
The hilt of the Scythe of Death was more than two meters long. It was pitch-black and dark, with faint blood-red runes.
The head of the scythe was as large as a guillotine and had a beautiful curve.
It was sharp and cold!
"This is the first time I've signed in to obtain a Magic Tool. I really can get anything I want.”
Fang Qingyan's eyes flashed with a strange look, and then she reached out and grabbed the handle of the Scythe of Death without hesitation.
It was heavy and cold to the touch.
However, Fang Qingyan felt that it seemed to have a life of its own. She could clearly feel the rhythm of this weapon, like a breathing killer.
He extended his thumb and gently wiped the blade.
His skin was cut open and blood oozed out.
"Good weapon!"
Fang Qingyan could not help but praise him. The wound on his thumb healed automatically.
To be able to easily cut through the flesh of an Earl Blood Breed was shocking.
His current physical body was comparable to a diamond, so one could imagine how sharp the Scythe of Death was!
Fang Qingyan had once read a book in the study room of Castle Castern.
It talked about knowledge about Magic Tools.
The most suitable weapon for vampires in the world was a magic weapon.
As for the forging of Magic Tools, they used the body parts of the Blood Tribe as raw materials, such as fangs, claws, bones, skin, and hair...
The grades of Magic Tools were divided into nine grades, from the lowest grade of One-Star Magic Tools to the highest grade of Nine-Star Magic Tools.
The body materials of traditional vampires could only be used to forge magic tools below three-star.
And it was rumored that the most top-notch Nine Star Demon Tools were forged by Princes…
The Scythe of Death that Fang Qingyan had obtained was at least made of Marquises!
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" Not only did he break through to the Earl realm, but he also has such a powerful weapon…"
Fang Qingyan narrowed her eyes and revealed a bloodthirsty smile." Marston, if you can live to see the sun tomorrow, I'll write my name upside down!”
Whoosh--
He activated his spiritual power at full force.
His flying speed instantly broke through the sound barrier!
He tore through the air at an extremely fast speed.
15 minutes later.
Count Marston's castle, which was as huge and luxurious as a palace, came into view.
……
"Halt!"
An earth-shattering roar sounded.
An expert with a terrifying aura jumped out of the castle. He raised his head and shouted at Fang Qingyan,"This is Prince Marston's residence. You trespassed without permission and are sentenced to death!”
Pfft--
The huge scythe shadow flashed past, emitting a clean cutting sound.
Then, a large head flew up, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, spewing blood.
What responded to him was Fang Qingyan's knife!
A mere Viscount was not a match for him.
Boom!
He slammed open the huge iron gate of the castle with his palm.
Fang Qingyan dragged the Scythe of Death and rushed into the crowd with one step. With a sizzling sound, more than a dozen guards were instantly cut in half. He began to kill in all directions!
Castellan Castle was almost wiped out.
Fang Qingyan planned to let Marston experience the pain of being exterminated!
……
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Someone is invading. Quickly inform His Highness Marston!”
"It's over. The deputy commander has been hacked to death. This person is too powerful.”
……
Marston Castle was instantly in chaos.
The guards fled in all directions.
However, in front of an Earl who was filled with killing intent, escaping was obviously an extravagant hope.
Chi chi---
Fang Qingyan was like a god of death. He maintained his charging posture and waved the Scythe of Death wantonly with both hands. He killed ten people in one step, domineering and powerful!
He raised his hand and slashed down, killing indiscriminately!
A hundred steps later.
As far as his eyes could see, there was no one left standing.
Behind Fang Qingyan, corpses formed a mountain, and blood flowed like a river. It was like hell.
He did not turn around to look.
He pushed open the gate of the inner castle expressionlessly and stepped on the white velvet floor. He held the scythe in his right hand and dragged the scythe head on the ground.
Each step left a bloody footprint.
At the end of the hall, a well-dressed noble sat on a high spot. He was calm and composed. His face was handsome and his posture was elegant.
Feeling that he was locked onto by Fang Qingyan's gaze, Marston grinned, revealing two sharp fangs.
" There are many counts in Lamia," he said haughtily." Everyone knows me, but very few of them can catch my eye…You are one of them because you have guts!”
Even though all the guards in the castle had been killed.
However, Marston did not show any signs of panic, anger, or violence.
As a noble, one had to possess this kind of arrogance.
Being calm in the face of danger and not panicking in the face of fear, the enemy would first laugh and joke before killing him with absolute strength, showing the demeanor of a noble.
Pfft--
With a horizontal slash, the throne was split into two.
Fang Qingyan, who was still a hundred meters away, had unknowingly arrived in front of him.
His speed had already exceeded the limits of what his eyes could capture.
However, this slash missed. The Scythe of Death did not give off the refreshing feeling of a sharp blade cutting through human tissue.
"You don't have the demeanor of a noble at all. You're very barbaric and rude.”
A voice came from behind.
Count Marston stood more than ten meters away from Fang Qingyan with his hands behind his back.
His expression was dark and he was very angry because Fang Qingyan did not wait for him to speak before he attacked.
"You are very pretentious."
Fang Qingyan's expression was as calm as water." I really want to know if you royal family nobles will kneel and beg for mercy?”
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