Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 614 Transmission of Will

"Hey, let me make this clear, you weren't like this when I saved Emma."

As the freak on stage began filling the humidifier with holy water, Yan remained unmoved. Milo…

Milo was even less inclined to get involved. He disliked these creatures born from the union of pale blood, and the Old Gods were no good to begin with, let alone the dregs of their blood.

Do you really believe in the concept of holy water?

Yan leisurely puffed on his cigarette and asked Milo, "Isn't that one of the methods the church uses to fool the public? I don't believe that the things these charlatans make up can harm immortal beings..."

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Before he could finish his leisurely second half of his sentence, a shrill, piercing scream rang out from the stage.

However, the scream did not last long. As large amounts of holy water vapor were inhaled into the lungs, the vampire's vocal cords were quickly burned, and his voice became hoarse and terrifying. At the same time, the burning inside and outside his body was spreading rapidly.

In less than a few breaths, before people could even recover from that scream, all that remained in the gas chamber were some broken, glowing charcoal.

...

At the back of the banquet table, Yan showed a slight look of surprise. He turned to look at Milo, his eyes conveying the message, "So it really works?"

“Hmm—” Milo didn’t want to waste his breath, but he still explained to him in the end: “The origin of the Cainhurst vampires is related to the pale blood that the church extracted from the blood of the old gods. It’s not surprising that the holy water contains some special product developed by the church and there is a restraining relationship between them.”

“That makes sense, but why didn’t you say so earlier?” Yan nodded and then asked in return.

“Because, isn’t it fascinating?” Milo muttered.

"You think so too, right? It really is captivating." Yan first gave a strange smile, then looked at the glass-enclosed cage on the stage with a look of reminiscence, and sighed, "It's just a pity that the death was too easy."

To be honest, this guy's series of reactions had begun to make Milo feel a little unfamiliar.

Half an hour ago, Milo might have thought that Yan was deliberately avoiding the topic of Aya, but now he himself was not sure; perhaps he really had forgotten.

Strictly speaking, the Night Demons like him, Diracho who became a servant of the gods, and Emma who gradually unraveled the equation of Noscia, all received what could be collectively called blessings from the gods.

Blessings are never bestowed without reason; the price, unseen on paper, is predetermined the moment one accepts that power. No one knows, and they themselves certainly don't know, what they will ultimately become when they reach the end of this path.

...

"The operation failed." Yan scratched his head, seemingly lost in thought.

"So you're planning to kill everyone here?" Milo suggested.

"Hey~ what do you take me for, really?" Yan Lian waved his hand repeatedly to indicate that he wasn't the kind of person who was unreasonable. Then he stood up and looked around the banquet table, seemingly searching for someone, muttering to himself, "Logically speaking, they should be..."

Milo's eyesight was much better than Yan's. He quickly found a young and beautiful woman in the crowd whose features were very similar to the pile of charcoal in the cage. I mean, a woman who looked very similar to that pile of charcoal when it was alive.

"They're twins, huh?" Milo muttered. "Won't it be easy to call them by the wrong names?"

"Yes, to be honest, you can't tell who's who when they're dressed. I only know that the one who was taken away is the older sister, and the one who's still alive is the younger sister," Yan said, shaking his head.

At this moment, the vampire sister in the middle of the banquet witnessed her twin sister being burned to ashes. Her eyes were already bloodshot as she stared at Yan in the corner with extreme resentment.

Because Yan had promised her that he would definitely rescue his sister from Yinmu's cage.

She and her sister spent a magical and mesmerizing time with this man. For him, they defied their family's will and are now considered traitors by Cainhurst City. But they do not regret it, because in their eyes, Yan is the perfect being who possesses both strength and charm.

Until just now, this person calmly watched the entire process of his sister being burned to ashes.

Their prior agreement was that no matter what happened, she only needed to sit quietly in the audience and wait, and Yan would handle everything.

It is precisely because of this unconditional and absolute trust that the endless resentment from the vampire sister exists now.

……

“I’ll reiterate, this is completely different from my going to rescue Emma.”

Milo finally understood what this perverted kid was up to.

Yan didn't care about the Silver Twilight Hut, the vampire twins, the Rain Man, or the fishman. In his post-excitement sage-like state, his only concern was the power of resentment he had gained from the Path of Blood Feud—this had become his survival rule. Therefore, from the very beginning, he had no intention of rescuing his vampire sister from her cage.

Only in this way can he gain the resentment of his vampire sister.

Milo even suspected that the guy who invented the holy water humidifier was arranged by Yan, or that he was also involved in the capture of the vampire sister by the Silver Twilight Club.

But who can we blame for this?
Don't these stupid vampires know anything about Ariana and Klaus's deaths?

...

"At least the first half is somewhat similar," Yan shrugged.

He paid no heed to the hateful gaze of the vampire sister at the banquet, for the power born from this blood feud was already rising in his blood. Black smoke began to swirl around his fingertips. This was the familiar feeling that Yan was most obsessed with, surpassing any alcohol or aphrodisiac, and even the magical leaves could not compare.

After regaining that familiar, wonderful feeling, Yan revealed a long-lost smile:

"It seems like today's gathering may have to come to a temporary halt, don't you think?"

And indeed, before he could even finish speaking, the scholar on stage who had invented the vampire gas chamber was torn to shreds by his sister who pounced on him.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

Those top figures from all walks of life had never seen such a scene before. To them, only vampires kept in cages were good vampires; if they appeared outside the cages, that was a different story.

The guests scrambled out of the manor, completely disregarding manners and etiquette. The first few to rush out of the manor gates basically jumped over the bald heads of their male companions and the buttocks of their female companions.

In such a chaotic situation, Milo and Yan, sitting in the corner, became somewhat conspicuous for the first time.

...

The vampire sister dared not approach them.

She chose to wreak havoc among the members of Silver Twilight Hut.

But it turned out that both she and Milo slightly underestimated the fighting prowess of the Silver Twilight Cottage Club.

From the moment the vampire sister stormed onto the stage and tore the young scholar to pieces, to the chaos that erupted on the scene, and then to the Silver Twilight Club regaining control, the entire process took less than five minutes.

……

The once bustling banquet venue has now become somewhat deserted.

First of all, all unrelated individuals had already fled to the coast.

Meanwhile, the vampire sister who had stirred up the commotion had become very "well-behaved and quiet".

She was covered in more than a dozen wooden stakes, fixed to one side of the stage, and showed no signs of life.

The armed men who had resolved the emergency with lightning speed quickly withdrew from the light and returned to the shadows of the manor. At this moment, only the core members of Silver Twilight Hut remained at the banquet.

This includes High Priest Carl Sanford, whom Yan previously mentioned, and advisor Lonnie William.

They all stood bathed in the stage lights, just as the club's name described, shrouded in silver twilight.

The two men in the corner, whose faces were not clearly visible, were completely shrouded in darkness.

At this moment, only a very few members of the Silver Twilight could see that what shrouded the corner was not darkness, but something even more terrifying than pure darkness—a pair of wings that blotted out the sky.

They couldn't see the figure in the corner.

I didn't dare try to see it clearly.

In fact, the vast majority of them were unable to receive the will from the corner, and only a very few people vaguely heard some noises.

At some point, High Priest Carl Sanford was already kneeling on the ground in an extremely respectful posture. If it weren't for his paralysis, perhaps Lonnie William, who was standing next to Sanford, would have also knelt down.

Apart from the two of them, no one knew what kind of will the two terrifying creatures who were "summoned" had conveyed to Silvertwilight Cottage.

(End of this chapter)