Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Hmph, arrogant! I, the great king, will see just how capable you are!"

As soon as Sylvus finished speaking, one of the ten kings snorted coldly and released his aura. Blood-red energy burst forth from him, rushing toward Sylvus.

"When I drain all your blood, let's see if you dare to be so arrogant!" the undead king sneered.

However, his expression soon changed. The blood-red energy stopped right in front of Sylvus, unable to advance further.

"A vampire? Still too weak," Sylvus said with a slight smile. He gently pointed his finger, and the blood energy vanished.

"So you have some skill. Let's see how you handle this move!"

"Blood Demon Engulfs the Sky!"

Blood-red light flashed in the king's eyes, and above Sylvus, a massive blood-colored vortex began to form. A gigantic blood-red bat, over ten meters long, emerged from it, releasing an overwhelming, malevolent aura as it charged at Sylvus.

"Willie, there's no need to use the Blood Demon right away. This guy isn't even enough for a bite," one of the other kings said.

"Willie is just too eager after not drinking fresh blood for so long. Let him be," another added.

"That Blood Demon was created by Willie after a thousand years of refining his blood essence. It can continuously increase its strength as long as it has blood. This brat won't even have the chance to beg for mercy," a third king said.

The other nine kings shook their heads at the sight of the blood-red bat. Even they had to take it seriously when facing the Blood Demon.

Meanwhile, the blood-red bat swooped down toward Sylvus, its sharp fangs glistening menacingly. If bitten, it would be certain death.

"Such a big show-off. Let's make it smaller," Sylvus said with a smile. With a wave of his right hand, a force enveloped the blood-red bat.

To the astonishment of the ten kings, the massive bat began to shrink rapidly. By the time it reached Sylvus, it was only the size of his palm. At the same time, a power bound the bat, rendering its struggles futile, and its malevolent aura disappeared.

Sylvus squinted at the small blood-red bat before him. "It's a male, huh? Let's take care of that so it doesn't cause more trouble."

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

With Sylvus's words, a power descended on the bat, and it let out a pained shriek. Its small size did nothing to diminish the scream that echoed throughout Holy City, sending chills down the spines of many who heard it.

Seeing such ruthless methods, the expressions of the remaining nine kings changed. Boone, standing beside Sylvus, couldn't help but tense his legs.

The boss certainly had... an intense approach.

"You bastard! How dare you turn my Blood Demon into... that... Aaaah! I will kill you!" Willie, the master of the blood-red bat, seemed to feel the pain himself. With a roar, he shattered the black robe he wore, revealing his true form, his sharp fangs gleaming coldly as he charged at Sylvus.

"Oh? So you're a bat too," Sylvus said with a smile, looking at Willie, whose wings spread wide.

"Willie, come back!" Adolf's face changed upon seeing Willie attack Sylvus, but it was already too late. Willie was right in front of Sylvus. experience-

"I'll drain you dry!" Willie roared, his eyes filled with a murderous glow as he neared Sylvus. In just a second, his fangs would pierce Sylvus's neck.

"Who gave you the courage?" Sylvus said with a smile, his voice turning cold as it echoed in Willie's mind.

Before Willie could react, he found himself suddenly bound by a powerful force.

"You... you..." Willie was shocked to find himself instantly subdued by Sylvus. Wasn't this guy just at the Saint Archmage level? Willie was a Ruler-level expert—how could he be no match for him?

"Next time, try not to meet me," Sylvus said.

With those words, flames erupted from Willie's body, and he let out a pained scream. In less than three seconds, both Willie and his Blood Demon were reduced to ashes.

Willie's instant demise caused the expressions of the remaining nine kings to change drastically.

What was going on? How could this man be so powerful?

Even Ruler-level Willie was killed instantly. So now that they had come here, weren't they just offering themselves up for slaughter?

"Boss, w-what should we do now?" one of them asked, the thought of retreat rising in his mind.

If Sylvus had struggled greatly to defeat Willie, they might not have been afraid. But the problem was that Willie had been killed instantly. They hadn't even seen how Sylvus had moved.

They weren't fools. Facing such a powerful opponent, attacking him together would just mean throwing their lives away.

"What is our lord thinking? This guy is so strong, yet he sent us to find him. Is he just hoping for our deaths?" Adolf couldn't help but think.

In truth, Grey had only instructed them to find Sylvus, not to confront him. Things had turned out this way because of their arrogance, believing that they were invincible in Aisral Continent.

"Do I need to invite you over?" Sylvus asked calmly, grabbing a handful of sunflower seeds as he looked at the remaining nine.

Hearing this, Adolf's body trembled. If they didn't go over, they would die, and if they did, they would also die.

"If we're going to die anyway, we might as well try to escape!" Adolf gritted his teeth and nodded to the eight others. In the next moment, all nine of them turned into streaks of light, fleeing out of Holy City.

"Boss, they're trying to escape," Boone said urgently as he recovered from his shock, his heart filled with excitement. It seemed that choosing to have the boss help was the right decision. Willie, one of the kings, had fallen in an instant. As for the other nine, it seemed unlikely they could escape either.

"Pour some tea. Let them fly for a while," Sylvus said with a smile.

Seeing Sylvus so relaxed, Boone was no longer worried. After all, worrying wouldn't help—he couldn't go and bring those nine back himself.

Taking a sip of tea, Sylvus looked into the distance, seeing the nine kings as tiny black dots in the sky.

"Flee!"

"Boss, he doesn't seem to be chasing us. How could there be such a powerful expert on Aisral Continent?" one of the kings asked.

"Stop talking nonsense. A strong person like him could catch us easily. Let's get out of here first, regroup with Second and Third, and since the passage is already open, we can head back to the Undead Realm to seek the lord's guidance."

The others nodded and continued flying away.

But at that moment, a voice echoed in their minds.

"Return!"

As soon as the word dropped, the nine kings' bodies paused slightly. They exchanged glances and then turned around, flying back toward Holy City.