บท 1545: Vampiric Awakening

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I looked into the army of humans from high above the ground, probably around 30 meters. Thanks to our special Skill combination, Aquamarine transformed into a giant 35-meter-tall tiger made out of black and purple ice emanating a deathly miasmic essence. His very presence froze anything around him, and as he ran incredibly quickly while swinging his claws, he continued spreading out the powerful and deadly ice of his existence. The miasma was like a deadly and decaying substance, consuming the corpses of the soldiers, and bringing them back to Silva as a twisted meatball of rotting flesh, good enough for the little goober to make into MP anyways.