There are many ways to test a person's loyalty. If loyalty could be ranked, then "the Special Invited One of *****" would undoubtedly be at the highest level. If ***** wants it to destroy someone, it will do so in an instant! If it can finish with one strike, it will never leave a second. It is like a zealous believer eager to prove his loyalty, desperately wanting to complete the task assigned by *****.
So when Dracula threw himself at the tentacle that was coming from the ground, suddenly, all the eyes on that tentacle turned blood red! An intangible, indescribable, and strange power spread from those dense eyes and quickly enveloped everyone on the field. Immediately, Dracula stopped his forward momentum; Alucard seemed to be frozen in place, and Elena, under that indescribable and powerful strange force, was as if turned into an immovable stone. At this moment, the evil, huge tentacle struck down towards Elena's head without any obstruction! One could imagine that with one strike, she would surely turn into a pool of sticky, blood-red meat paste.
"No!" The huge black bat screamed in despair, but apart from despair, it could not change anything. "The Special Invited One of *****" showed no mercy to this successor of *****! If it could kill with one strike, it would never leave a second. Bang!! A sound like an earthquake! The huge black tentacle came crashing down on Elena! The ground of the entire castle seemed to tremble under this strike.
"Elena!" "Sister——" Dracula and Alucard trembled and roared, but the outcome did not need to wait for the dust to settle to be clear. But at this moment, all the terrifying eyes on the nine tentacles of "the Special Invited One" narrowed slightly, as if all showing an expression of disbelief. From the dust where the tentacle landed, Elena's voice slowly echoed.
"I indeed did not expect that my one hundredth guest could possess a power surpassing that of my father. You have indeed made thorough preparations for today. It's just a pity that I predicted your prediction! And for this, I have also made thorough preparations." At this moment! Whoosh—— The dust cleared! Elena's body was surrounded by a large amount of black fog, each wisp of which seemed to contain the greatest terror in the world, making one dare not look directly. And the huge tentacle that "the Special Invited One" had just smashed down was completely blocked by that black fog, unable to advance even a bit closer to Elena's body.
"Root..." A huge crack opened in the center of the mirror at the tip of "the Special Invited One's" tentacle. "How could you... also borrow the power of the root?" !
"What nonsense are you talking?" Elena laughed in a sickly way, looking at him with disdain. "A mere gospel of the unspeakable can give you control over the power of the root. And as the inheritor of the unspeakable, I can control the power of the root. Is that so unbelievable?"
"No! You're not the ****! You're just a human! A puny human!!" The special invitee roared in confusion.
"I've protected you, and I'm glad to do the second thing for you, my beloved princess," the voice of the Lord of Fear echoed just right in Elena's ears. "No, no, no. This isn't what I asked you to do. It's just your own wishful thinking," Elena denied.
"If you say so, then I won't care about the monster's next attack," the Lord of Fear threatened. "That's your freedom, Lord. I didn't beg you," Elena said confidently. "Anyway, if I die, you won't be able to get a moment's respite from the curse of pain."
"Oh! Your words can even make fear feel afraid. I'm really proud of you, my beloved princess."
At this moment, Dracula and Alucard looked at the black mist surrounding Elena, both surprised and frightened. "... That black fog made me feel the most ancient fear," Dracula said through his bat's sharp teeth. "Elena! You must be crazy to make a deal with that ancient evil god." Root-level beings are all mysterious existences that have transcended the strange world. "But at least you are still alive, my daughter," Dracula changed his tone and sighed with relief. "But tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... who knows what will happen then..."
At this moment, the handsome Lord of Fear scanned all the eyes of the "Special Invitees". Perhaps this could be considered a confrontation with it? "What a disgusting and shameful pseudo-root aura, like a snake without a head still wriggling, like a cockroach stepped on but still struggling... This aura is simply an insult to the root," the Lord of Fear said with disgust.
"Then why don't you split this guy who insults you right now?" Elena urged. "Do I have to make a contract request for your own business?"
"You are really a shrewd princess, not at all generous. Unfortunately, I can't do that," the Lord of Fear shook his head. "Even if it is a pseudo-root, it still has root-level power. Before its pseudo-root aura disappears, it is just as immortal as I am. Neither of us can do anything to the other."
Elena was stunned, her eyes filled with horror. Could it be that her strongest trump card was also no match for this 100th guest? "How long will it take for its pseudo-root aura to disappear?" Elena asked nervously.
"How long can a headless snake and a cockroach stepped on live?" the Lord of Fear sneered. "In my opinion, when the clock strikes 12 at noon, it will be done for. The power of the root is not something anyone can casually touch. Since it has used it, it must pay the price. Clearly, for this magic mirror, the price is its life."
Elena slowly frowned. "You look so beautiful when you are worried," the Lord of Fear turned his head and said. "But there's nothing to worry about. I can't do anything to it, but with me here, it can't do anything to you either. Look, all its eyes are filled with rage, but it no longer attacks you because it knows that with me here, its attacks are useless."
"That's not it. It has given up attacking and is planning to drag it out until 12 o'clock!" Elena's bloodshot eyes narrowed, and she gritted her teeth: "I can't let it do that! According to the etiquette, my ceremony must start before 12 o'clock!"
The Lord of Fear slightly turned his head, his gaze gloomy, as if he had ulterior motives: "Then it's difficult. But may I ask, the reason you are so worried is actually because you are not a root-level being, right?" Elena didn't respond, only clenching her fists. Calm! Calm! Even if unexpected things keep happening, just deal with them as they come. And now, it's clear that we have to take a risky move. Today! — No one can stop me from making a comeback!
"Lord of Fear!" At this moment, Elena shouted hoarsely! "I, Elena! In the name of a contracter, I order you to give me five minutes of the deepest fear in my heart!"
The Lord of Fear was slightly taken aback, but only for a moment before he laughed: "I'm glad to do the second thing for you, my beloved princess." As the Lord of Fear's words fell, Elena felt as if the walls of the corridor were bleeding! And thick blood quickly rose to her ankles, the pungent smell of blood making her feel nauseous.
[Your sanity -1] [Your sanity -2] [Your sanity -3] ...
How ironic! Elena smiled bitterly. As a vampire princess, her deepest fear was blood. She thought about it and embraced this fear with all her heart. At the moment when her sanity was plummeting, she slowly turned her head and looked towards the end of the corridor. At this moment! At the end of the corridor, in the ballroom, a "Elena" with white hair was walking towards her, stepping on the exquisite high heels, dragging the blood-stained long dress, and walking slowly. Or rather, she was walking towards her nameplate. Because just as Elena turned around, she saw that the blank nameplate in Alucard's hand had once again appeared with a guest's name. And this time, the name on the nameplate was - Elena. - It was herself!
Swish, swish, swish... Another self slowly walked towards her in Elena's blood-red eyes, calmly and gracefully, and finally stood in front of her. At this moment, Elena felt as if she was looking in a mirror. "You really do love me, Elena," the other self said with a kind smile. "You even went crazy to see me."
Elena gritted her teeth, her facial muscles twitching, her eyes full of ferocity. "I want you to stop inviting the 'Special Invited Guest of the Unspoken Word'! I want you to take back the blessing you gave it!" Elena's words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth. She felt as if she was about to go crazy!
"What are you talking about, Elena?" the other self continued to smile. "That was a guest I specially invited for our ceremony. Don't you like it?"
"Stop pretending you don't know!!" Elena screamed.
"I'm sorry, Elena, I can't fulfill your request because you don't understand my love for you," the other self said with a sad expression. "But I can choose!"
"No, this is not within your choice, Elena."
Elena's hand trembled as she raised it with all her strength and took off the blood moon hairpin from her silvery-white hair. "Then, in the name of the key, I demand that you do it immediately! Otherwise, I will destroy it! Lock the door forever!!"
The other self's expression suddenly froze. Elena raised the corners of her mouth in a ferocious manner, her blood-red eyes full of madness! "Now, do I have the right to choose? Power!"