I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

They drove in silence through the twilight until the sun had almost completely disappeared below the horizon, at which point they arrived at the small town shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.

The tragedy plunged the entire town into a silent panic. The streets were deserted, and many houses had their doors and windows tightly shut, as if even the air itself had frozen.

Some families have even moved out, trying to temporarily escape this troublesome place. The arrival of unfamiliar vehicles naturally attracted the attention of the residents who remained, and wary or expectant glances were cast from behind the windows.

When Ye Feng and Clarice stepped out of the vehicle, their pristine white papal robes stood out starkly in the dim light.

The town has a church, and the residents are mostly believers, which makes the massacre of the church all the more horrific and even shakes the long-held faith of many.

"Sir, this way please..."

A middle-aged man with a resolute demeanor and robust physique was already waiting quietly to the side. Although he was dressed in casual clothes, his determined eyes and upright posture clearly set him apart from ordinary people.

"An ascetic?" A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. He could sense the considerable power contained within the other party's body.

"Yes, sir," the man replied respectfully, slightly surprised that he had been seen through at a glance.

"His physical fitness is outstanding."

"Haven't you considered joining the Saint Seiya selection? With your qualifications and faith, you shouldn't have been rejected."

Ye Feng nodded approvingly.

The man smiled nonchalantly and replied, "Let's leave the opportunities to the young."

"Take us to the scene first." Ye Feng didn't ask any more questions and gestured for the other party to lead the way.

The three walked quickly toward the church. The setting sun cast a long, slanted shadow of the church, and the surrounding silence was suffocating, with a faint, indescribable fishy smell floating in the air.

The police tape had not yet been removed and trembled slightly in the evening breeze.

Before he had even fully stepped into the church, Ye Feng's brows were already furrowed.

"Dark creatures... were created by vampires."

It was a smell completely different from human blood, much stronger and more foul, as if it came from the depths of the soul, a bloodlust and depravity.

The interior of the church was not seriously messy; only some tables and chairs were tilted or collapsed.

It is evident that the attack was extremely swift, leaving the clergy with almost no time to resist and little chance of escape.

"How awful..." Clarice's voice trembled slightly.

Although the body had already been cleaned up, the splattered dark red blood and lingering negative energy still made her heart pound, and she could almost piece together the horrific scene from that time in her mind.

"My lord..." The ascetic's expression was solemn, and he hesitated to speak.

"Your mission ends here."

"Hand over the documents you have to us."

"Return to the Vatican to report."

Ye Feng interrupted him.

The ascetic bowed and quickly left, knowing that this was not a battle he could interfere in.

Ye Feng raised his hand and softly recited, "God said, 'Let there be light.'"

In an instant, a brilliant golden light burst forth from his hands, sweeping across the entire church like a tidal wave.

The filth and resentment dissolved rapidly in the holy light, and in a short while, the entire space was restored to solemnity and purity, as if it had never been desecrated.

The holy light even reached the town, and residents opened their windows and looked in astonishment toward the church.

"Was that...a miracle?"

"The Vatican has not abandoned us!"

People whispered among themselves as they walked toward the church, where they encountered Ye Feng and Clarice emerging from inside.

Please rest assured.

"The church has been purified, and a new priest will arrive soon. As for the perpetrators, they will pay the price."

Ye Feng's voice was gentle yet penetrating.

His expression was calm, as if he were enveloped in a sacred aura, and his few words soothed the unease in everyone's hearts. The residents gradually dispersed, their eyes rekindling with hope.

"Your Majesty, where are we going next?" Clarice asked after leaving the town.

"Go find the vampires." Ye Feng's gaze turned cold.

"Since we don't know exactly who did it, let them hand it over themselves."

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Nowadays, internal strife within the vampire clan is constant, with conflicts between pure-blooded vampires and mixed-blood vampires erupting continuously.

Rapid technological advancements have amplified their fears of ultraviolet radiation and the vulnerability of silver weapons.

With the added threat of figures like Blade Warriors, their situation is far worse than before. Although some humans still seek immortality and power and are willing to ally with vampires, their strength and influence are no longer what they once were.

Ye Feng speculated that this incident was most likely a solo operation by a vampire, but he did not intend to spend time investigating it slowly.

The Star Saints Legion had just been established and had not yet gained prestige in the extraordinary world. Since someone had taken the initiative to provoke them, he naturally wanted to use this opportunity to establish his authority.

As night fell completely, the vehicles drove toward the edge of the city.

"My lord, this is a stronghold of the vampires."

"Vampires and vampire enthusiasts have long gathered here, causing chaos and making it a veritable urban scourge."

Clarisse looked at the documents in her hand and said.

Upon arriving at his destination, Ye Feng did not rush inside but waited at the entrance for a while.

In just a short while, many more people came and went.

The alley was filled with people, mostly young people dressed in hip-hop and punk styles. The two men, dressed in white robes, stood out from the crowd and quickly attracted many malicious glances and whistles.

"Hey, even the priest's here clubbing?"

"You've come to the wrong place~"

They ignored them and continued forward.

"You charlatans aren't welcome here..."

Several pale-faced, sinister-looking Ha-blood men stepped forward to stop her, but before they could finish speaking, Clarice had already made her move!

Several muffled thuds and screams rang out as the men collapsed to the ground. Clarice flung aside her robe, revealing her combat suit beneath, her gaze icy.

"Don't touch His Majesty with your filthy hands."

The surroundings immediately fell silent, and no one dared to stop them. The two walked straight in, heading towards the bar at the end of the alley.

The moment the door was pushed open, a murky smell, a mixture of alcohol, blood, and cheap perfume, hit me.

The lights were dim, the music was loud, and humans and vampires mingled among them.

It was obvious that this was a vampire hunting feast, and many ordinary people who had been lured there were completely unaware that they had become prey.

Looking at the two incongruous individuals, their eyes revealed curiosity.

"Someone from the Vatican?"

"What, haven't enough people died in that church already?"

A cold voice came from the direction of the bar.

Several vampires approached with cold smiles, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Or... do you want to come to the party too?"

With no miracles to be performed, the Holy See, already in decline on the side of the extraordinary, was clearly not enough to instill fear in the vampires present.

The space around Clarice began to distort slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

Ye Feng simply smiled faintly.

"Call your manager out here."