From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 200 The Mafia Invitation

After discovering that the gang had intervened and cleared the area for him, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief and was able to regain the opportunity to fight them 1v1 again!
Then, he was subjected to an even more brutal beating. It seemed that because he was gone, the vampire in front of him became even stronger. What was the reason for this?
Clutching the wound on his arm, Leon took a breath, gaining a deeper understanding of the crisis he had just faced.

Pope Mario had summoned him to come and clean up the dark creatures, but before he even met the Papacy's team, he encountered an opponent who was no less capable than himself, which made him somewhat frightened.

As expected of the legendary old district back then, America is a place where only one in dozens of states can emerge, and they've already found one on this small island!

Fortunately, he wasn't completely without any killer moves.

"A paladin whose lineage is incomplete should be offered as a sacrifice for the return of my Tzimisi family to the world! The great Lady Lilith will love you!"

The vampire roared arrogantly, guiding the crimson blood within his body to regroup in the plaza before him, coalescing into a sharp, crimson blade!

Do you think you'll win just because everyone here leaves?

He floated in the air, spreading his bat wings, like a demon, raising his knife to confront Leon!
Without the interference of the prayers and wishes of those around them, vampires are able to unleash even greater power!

"You think they left to help you? No, they left to help me!"

A powerful force emanated from his body; it was pure blood and filth, the life force of the humans he had devoured. This power even instilled fear in Leon!
"You... how many people's blood are on your hands?!" he shouted, only to be met with a disdainful snort, "Do you even remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?"

"By now, the number of things has become countless!"

“You dark creatures, you deserve to die!” Leon had no intention of speaking to him anymore, but instead raised the spear of light in his hand and began his prayer once more:
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit!"

O guardians of Jacob's Ladder

Please look upon this land tainted by the blood moon—

There was no way to pray before, because praying would cause the vampire's attack to spread and affect the people around, but now, you can!
Both of them gained new strength because of the departure of others, so let's have a showdown!
The Prayer to Banish the Abyss resounded once again on this land, causing the once arrogant vampires to widen their eyes in shock!
"Damn it, how can this prayer still exist! We even killed its creator, that pope left nothing behind, all the writings were burned! Where did it come from? How is this possible?"

He changed from his previous arrogance to some fear, "Those old fogies are all dead, so where did this thing come from?"

As the prayer appeared, a faint halo seemed to surround Leon, abruptly halting the vampire's attack.

This sacrificial prayer, crafted with the utmost effort by Pius IX and the College of Cardinals, possesses a mysterious power that even makes the vampire before him feel as if he can't breathe!
"All who suck human blood will decay into pillars of salt."

May all who worship its fangs be forever condemned to boiling tar!

Leon's voice continued to ring out, and a pair of wings made of light even sprouted from his back, which spread out in front of everyone, confronting the vampires in the sky on the ground!
The demons in the sky and the knights on the ground formed a very beautiful and dazzling scene, but it completely collapsed with the sudden explosion of the vampire!
The power of the "Prayer to Expel the Abyss" was indeed exaggerated, especially in this Catholic country. The surrounding willpower, which had already been stirred up, was now attracted and transformed into real pressure, crushing the vampire!

"Damn paladins, damn the Papacy, despicable Camarilla... Who said these people, with incomplete lineages, could easily intimidate the Papacy!"

A hoarse voice came from the blood mist. The vampire was shattered into blood mist by the power before him, and there was no possibility of him rising again.

He cursed each and every one of them in a hoarse voice, "You damned vermin! How dare you scheme against me! The Tzimisi family will never forget this grudge. In the name of Lilith, I curse you to never sleep again!"

Lyon certainly heard these words, but he continued to pray without wavering:

"Because the Lord once declared:"

"I will make all wild beasts disappear from the Promised Land."

Amen!"

After Leon finished his last prayer, he looked at the vampire before him, who was completely purified in a golden light, leaving only a trace of gray that drifted away in the air.

He suddenly understood what Angus had said before he left:
“Leon, don’t think about fighting them head-on. We are servants of the Lord, calling upon His name and guiding His coming. There’s nothing shameful about that!” “Our strength is still weak, but those dark forces may already be very powerful. Try to use what we are good at to fight against them!”

This was the real reason he recited the prayer, and it seemed to be quite effective. A dark creature with similar combat power to him was actually suppressed under the influence of this prayer!

It truly lives up to its reputation as something developed by the Pope back then; the power it contains is terrifying!

The curse transformed into a black mist that tried to entangle him. Without hesitation, Leon took out the parchment book that was the last thing his family had left behind and went to meet the black mist.

Upon seeing this, the black mist seemed to have seen something terrifying, jumped up on the spot, and then flew away!

The final remnant of the Knights Templar, a parchment book belonging to the entire history of the "Brotherhood," is certainly not something that can be fabricated by the curse of an ordinary vampire.

After doing all this, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief and strolled towards the church.

His clothes were torn to shreds, so he should go change back into his own. This priestly experience should come to an end. Once the Vatican sends someone to take over the church, he'll have to head to Milan.

When Leon came out of the church, he found a group of men in black standing solemnly at the entrance. The man in the lead was smiling at him. "Mr. Leon Rancoch, hello. I am Albert Coppola, from the local family. I would like to invite you to our family's residence!"

Upon hearing this, Lyon immediately understood. After all, he was a member of the Mafia, and he knew this kind of rhetoric all too well. "A local family? Looking for me? You want to start a new business?"

“Yes, my father, Mr. Michael Coppola, knew your grandfather, Gullant Rankoch. They met at the Global Family Conference fifty years ago! We would like to invite you to visit our family!”

Looking at the man in his thirties, Leon nodded. "I've heard about this, but as you know, we're not the same kind of people!"

Although he used to be a member of the Mafia, he now belongs to the Holy See and is a knight. If he were to go to the Mafia and see the evil deeds they were doing, few of them would survive!
Saints cannot tolerate any imperfections, and so can knights; their virtues are the best precepts.

Upon hearing his words, Gabriel slowly stepped out from behind Albert. "Mr. Lyon, I'd like to know if you've guessed my origins?"

Leon nodded. "Yes, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a descendant of the Inquisition and a member of the Brotherhood!"

Gabriel finally lowered his guard and said softly, "It's good that I still have somewhere to go, instead of being truly all alone..."

Then he said, "It was I who asked Mr. Albert to invite you, because I have also awakened certain memories or inheritances from the past. My fragmented memories show that there are dark traces in the Coppola family territory..."

"I hope you can come with me to take a look!"

Leon was taken aback. "The Dark Trail? Is it a vampire? And how can you prove to me that you are the true inheritor, and not just a bearer?"

Upon hearing this question, Gabriel raised his hand without hesitation, and the hidden blade in his hand suddenly shot out, pointing directly at Lyon's sleeve.

Leon raised his hand, and the metal of his sleeve collided with the opponent's hidden blade, making a "clanging" metallic sound.

"The Templar Knights' hidden blade technique comes from an assassin family, or more precisely, from Frey Martin, who is my ancestor!"

Gabriel shouted, chanting their protective mantra, "We walk in darkness, we are in the light!"

After saying those two sentences, Leon, Albert, and the Mafia members behind them were surprised to find that the man had disappeared!
"This is the power of an assassin, the true power known as Shadow!" Gabriel reappeared and revealed the true nature of his power to them. "In the words I remember, we are the dark side of the Holy See!"

Hearing this, Lyon nodded, took out the parchment book in his hand, and handed it to the other party. "Then, sign your name, Mr. Gabriel! On behalf of the Holy See, I welcome your return! The Inquisition, or rather, the Assassin family!"

P.S.: Ah, I haven't eaten since I got up and started writing. I'm starving! Time to go eat!

(End of this chapter)