Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Please continue to live well in your unique style, carrying my share..." Maturity was just a facade the girl had created for herself. A moment of struggle appeared on Sylvie's face, but it was submerged in that sweet smile.

“You don’t need to tell me.” Ralph pulled down his hat brim and pushed open the chapel door.

The townspeople of Dagonlis seemed to know something. They were still holding earthenware jars containing food, but they had stopped in their tracks, standing still like plants, staring blankly at the holy light that was coming from the cross at the top of the chapel.

Light shines through the gloom.

……

"That's... holy light?" Kevin looked at the ball of light that appeared in the center of the town, surprised.

What is the connection between vampires and holy light?

“Although the divine power is so thin as to be almost non-existent, it is indeed a manifestation of holy light.” The nameless man nodded. “There is no doubt that it is indeed the power of holy light, but compared to Mr. Raymond, it is sadly weak.”

"Will that be the right time?" Kevin asked himself, looking down, before finally choosing to remain in hiding.

"It's not the right time yet, it's still a little short."

……

Loshutal Castle.

Duke Delaris appeared in the hall after everyone had eaten once more. Blood and red wine stained everything in the hall, and every self-proclaimed elegant nobleman was covered in wounds.

"The ceremony is about to begin. My children, today you will have a great honor to witness the birth of a new king."

"But first, come on, let's get to know our new member."

"Another vampire bride, the Pure One, the Holy Knight Karen."

Karen Penberry wore a vibrant red dress, her face meticulously made up, like a budding flower in full bloom. Her alluring aura was like a seductive aphrodisiac, her hateful eyes the finishing touch, a forbidden temptation enough to set a vampire's blood on fire. Karen held a bouquet of bright red roses in her hands, decorated with red threads that resembled a binding spell. Behind her, two tall men in scarlet robes followed closely.

"Ms. Karen will assist Joshua in the ceremony with the kiss of blood, and her pure blood will cleanse this radiant age. Children, welcome your new sister, who will become another wife of Joshua and share my children with Beatrice."

Beatrice smiled broadly, but her hand behind her back had already twisted Lyle's soft side.

Only Lyle, who was right beside her, could hear the woman's gnashing teeth.

"That damned bastard, I was just a bonus after all. Damn it... I'll tear that bastard to pieces..."

Lyle gave a fake smile, the twitching corners of his mouth making the smile look extremely distorted.

"It's Joshua who's going to marry both of you, why are you pinching me?"

Beatrice lowered her head, then turned to look at Lyle, who was looking up at her. "You're worse than him."

Beatrice was a girl made up of beauty, a mischievous spirit, and vanity. She was confident in her charms, just as proud of the Nathran family, but her current situation was a significant blow. She had become a bride-on-the-bill, and Karen was clearly more valued by the Lorshutars. Although Beatrice was disgusted by joining the Lorshutar family, she was also quite unhappy at this moment.

Duke Delawares' introduction drew the vampires' attention to two focal points: the newly dressed paladin Kallen, and Beatrice, who had previously been the most glamorous woman in the hall. This made it very easy for Kallen to spot the other vampire bride, and also very easy to see the best man being embraced by the bride.

Lord Lyle.

The hatred in Karen's eyes vanished for a moment, replaced by a glint of surprise in her black, pearl-like pupils. She immediately looked away, trying to avoid arousing the vampire duke and the blood knight's suspicion with her emotions.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief; Karen had grown a lot.

A soft chuckle reached his ears as Beatrice leaned on Lyle's shoulder with a smile.

“Our bride’s acting is terrible, dear brother-in-law. Let’s help her out and, in the meantime, give me a laugh.”

"what?"

Before Lyle could react, Beatrice had already coiled around him like a snake. She turned to the side, nestled in Lyle's arms, and looked at Karen with a defiant gaze. Her right hand began to move up Lyle's thigh, slowly ascending. The flirtatious caress, like that of a lover, captivated Karen's entire attention.

The Pure One was defiled by the witch right before her eyes, and Karen's hatred was fixed on Beatrice.

"Witch!"

Kallen, who nearly went berserk, was immediately brought under control by two blood knights. Kallen's anger was interpreted as the Holy Light's hostility towards vampires.

As for Beatrice's provocative behavior, it was probably a demonstration by the mistress of the house and her dissatisfaction with the arrangements made by the Los Shutal family.

Delawares didn't care, because everything was going according to plan.

"The ceremony is about to begin."

Chapter 487 Blood Angel

At this moment, ten days had passed since Lyle arrived in Drogonris.

Ten days from now, the ceremony will begin.

As the sun sets and dusk falls, night descends once more.

Tonight, the Loshutar vampires did not begin to eat; tonight is a sacred night for them.

Joshua, clad in a pristine white robe, removed the Bloodstone Chalice from the statue. The black liquid within the vessel writhed, as if sensing something; it emerged from the chalice and swirled around Joshua. Accompanied by the ancient chants sung by the Blood Knights, the divine blood, like living beings, seeped into Joshua's body.

Darkness writhed over his body.

Joshua's power increased rapidly in a short period of time, and soon it reached a point that he himself could not control.

He appeared beside the elegantly dressed Karen in a blur, reached out and embraced her, meeting her murderous gaze with tenderness.

Joshua opened his mouth wide, revealing his vampire fangs.

……

Sylvie did not leave the chapel all day, and Ralph and the other man stayed by her side.

She was like a statue, only she was still breathing. Ralph didn't know what she was thinking, what a dying girl could think, and just thinking about it made Ralph feel a nameless fire ignite in his heart.

Sylvie's actions interrupted Ralf's agitation. The girl slowly reached out and touched the hilt of the cursed sword. Holding the sword with both hands, she whispered 'Amen' to the statue of the suffering victims, and placed the blade against her own neck.

"With the divinely bestowed malice in my hand, I will end the corrupt bloodline of Loshutar, and the calamity of Dagonris, and perish here with me!"

Sylvie's hand, which was dragging the blade to commit suicide, was stopped by the black glove.

A cold voice rang out beside the girl.

"If your sacrifice is necessary, then kill yourself and let me do it for you."

Ralph's hand was like an iron clamp, and Silvet couldn't break free; she felt somewhat helpless.

"Aren't they the same?"

"Suicide is a serious crime, and those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven."

Ralf's stubbornness elicited a slight smile from the young girl. He was clearly an unbeliever, yet now he was adhering to church doctrines. Besides, how could a soul killed by the angel's cursed sword possibly enter the Lord's heaven? With these thoughts in mind, Sylvie agreed to Ralf's request. She gathered her long hair and, with Violet's help, styled it into a beautiful updo, as if on her wedding day.

Sylvie closed her eyes contentedly, leaving her snow-white neck exposed as she faced Ralf's raised blade.

Violet had already turned away, Sylvie looked calm, and Ralf's face was indifferent.

The cursed sword was held high by the wolf. Even in the warm holy light, his voice remained icy.

"If this world requires the sacrifice of an innocent young soul to be saved, I will definitely question the god who created this world and ask him when he lost his mind to set such a messed-up fate. If his answer displeases me, then I will give him a sword."

"Just like now."

The swung sword unleashed a streak of silver light, and the severed object collapsed with a deafening roar.

But that wasn't Sylvie's neck; it was a statue of a suffering victim radiating holy light, the sacred statue falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

The ceremony was disrupted by Ralf.

As the light faded, Silvet's astonishment shattered along with the sculpture.

"What have you done! Ralph! You have ruined the future of Drogonris!" Sylveet grabbed Ralph's collar, her own persistence, determination, and expectations crushed by the wolf.

"Return God's wickedness to God. So, even angels bleed?"

The sculpture of the victim, cut in two, still stands with its lower body in place, but at the cut, scarlet blood gushes out like a fountain, congealing into a wave that crashes through the roof of the chapel.

The Angel of Blood spreads its wings from the statue of the victims.

It was an angel formed from blood, its wings flapping and raining blood down from the sky.

The Blood Angel let out a chilling roar, his body contorting, a gash appearing on his skin similar to the one caused by Ralf's slash. He howled in the air.

Amidst the rain of blood, the angel roared!

"You've ruined everything! Mortal! You've ruined everything we prepared!!!"

The earth began to crumble, and the entire Drogonris was experiencing a devastating earthquake, as if it were the end of the world.

“I don’t understand, Ralf, what did you do?” Sylveet watched as Degonris collapsed. Ralf seemed to have angered the angels; indeed, his actions just now were blasphemous.

Divine power descended upon the earth, the oppressive force of the Blood Angel crushing the three of them like the weight of a deep ocean. Sylvie and Violet were unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as divine wrath descended.

Ralf stood at the very front, holding a longsword.

"Kevin told me that I must break the seal created by the mysterious power of Dagonris. Since I set foot on this land, I have been thinking about what the rules of this land are."

"This rule imposed on everyone mimics a familiar bureaucracy, one that could function even if only Sylvie were in charge. Based on my personal experience, life experiences, and some interests. Well, I know this bureaucracy all too well; I knew what it was as soon as I heard about those four monsters."

"This rule is the law of prison."

“Each area is a cell, and each cell holds a prisoner. They can never leave their cells.”

"The administrator on the east side, the priest on the south side, the bell ringer on the west side, and the tomb keeper on the north side. Four cells hold four monsters."

"So, what are they imprisoning in the central region? And whose prisoner's cell is the land beneath our feet?"

"The answer is, the only monster that appears at night, the Blood Angel."

"Angels are the fifth monster that needs to be hunted."

Ralf pointed his sword at the angel, "The prisoner pretending to be an oppressed jailer, what a classic tactic. You took advantage of the stereotype of that stupid noble lady, Sylvie, to package yourself as an angel cursed by Lorshutal. You've long since taken control of everything in Dagonris, keeping your sister locked up in this cell you set up, making her your puppet."

"Am I right, Blood Angel of Loshutal?"

The rain of blood ceased, and within the condensed blood, the outline of a human face emerged. The so-called madness was nothing but a disguise; the Blood Angel revealed itself to be a complete human form.

"It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting opponent as you."

"How long has passed? Fifty years? Sixty years?"

“I will reward you for your correct guess, wise Witcher.”

"You will die by my hand."

"Died at the hands of Galaron Loshutar, leader of the Fallen Legion and the Blood Angel."