"You were already dead!"
Marquis Vlad couldn't believe it!
Byrne remained silent; it was certainly deliberate—every time, he summoned those projections that could shock the enemy.
While there was no direct damage, the mental impact was quite useful.
Marquis Vlad looked at the former Cyart King with disbelief and uncertainty.
"Your Majesty! You are actually still alive. I thought you had already..."
The projection of the former Cyart King suddenly opened its eyes, glinting with golden light.
Marquis Vlad instantly sensed hostility and became angrily alert.
"What exactly are you?"
His battle experience was very rich, and he keenly sensed something was amiss.
Then, the projection of the former Cyart King suddenly cut his own palm, and golden blood slowly flowed out from the wound.
This blood, full of the power of salvation, was not the ordinary red but shone brilliantly like liquid gold.
