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    ---- Chapter 3065 Nyx clenched her teeth and shed sideways with her dagger, instantly shredding Prescott''s hand into pieces. However, in the next moment, the shattered flesh reformed into a human hand made entirely of blood. Prescott''s face turned cold, "Nyx, it''s useless. Even Andrew couldn''t do anything to me, let alone you. I''ll give you onest chance. Agree to be my woman, be my number one servant from now on, and serve me forever. I''ll give you eternal life, give you the same vampiric power as me. How about it?


    Otherwise, only death awaits!" Nyx''s heart wavered as she looked at Juno, whose face twisted in agony and was already close to death. She cried out in her heart, ''Andrew, where are you?!'' As if answering her call from the void, Andrew responded. In the air, the triumphant Prescott''s body suddenly shook violently. Immediately after, his face twisted in agony as veins all over his body swelled and turned purple. He panicked. "What''s happening? Why can''t I control my body? Damn it! Stop!" As Prescott screamed miserably, his abdomen began to swell ---- uncontrobly.


    In just moments, it ballooned like an overfilled sack and kept expanding. With a shrill roar, Prescott dove straight toward the ground. His body instantly transformed into countless bats. High-level vampires all possessed the ability to turn into bats. In the distance, Prescott''s body reassembled once more. However, the pain did not lessen at all, and the swelling of his body reached its absolute limit. "No!" with a soul-rending scream, the skin on Prescott''s forehead split open first, and a beam of holy light burst out from within.


    Dense patterns then spread across his face, his neck, and his entire body. Then, with a thunderous explosion, he detonated like a lightning strike hitting the earth. All of Abyss City trembled violently, and the Ludendorff family army below instantly halted their assault. Cyril, Nyx, Garal, and Juno all stared in disbelief at the scene before them. Prescott had exploded. Yes, he had been blown into fragments. The blood mist filling the sky waspletely vaporized under the intense holy light. ---- After several seconds, the holy light slowly faded.


    Andrew''s figure floated within it, his face cold and hard as steel. Without even looking, he swung his sword and sted toward Garal on the city wall. Garal was terrified and turned to flee. Andrew raised his sword and unleashed three consecutive strikes toward Garal''s escape path Garal dodged the first two massive sword arcs. However, there was no way for him to avoid thest one. With a twisted expression, he could only face it head-on. The result was like being hit by a speeding armored truck. His body was flung off the city wall as blood gushed out.


    "Cyril, save me!" Garal let out a dying scream. Since the moment Prescott had been eliminated, Cyril''s mind had gone nk. Now, seeing Garal on the brink of death and Andrew instantly dominating the battlefield, he finally snapped back to reality. With a furious roar, his ck robe red as he shot toward Garal. Nyx said coldly, "If you want to leave, you''ll have to get past me." ---- A star-shaped sh locked directly across Cyril''s only path.


    Cyril roared, "Move!" Prescott was already dead, and if Garal fell as well, then the Ludendorff family would truly be saying goodbye to its former glory. A towering tree could lose some branches without harm, but if its trunk or even its roots were torn apart, then no matter how tall the tree was, it would inevitably wither and die. Moreover, Garal, Prescott, and Ramon, those Martial Gods, were the very foundation of the Ludendorff family.