Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Don't worry, even if I'm just a lump of blood left, I can still make you die a gruesome death."

Chapter 488 Sheriwu the Fate Blocker

The earth shattered, and Drogonris was ravaged by the tearing and impact of the land. In several areas, huge fissures appeared, and the bottomless cracks looked like evil eyes peering into the sky. In other places, huge rocky ramming heads pierced the earth, showing the grandeur of the earth in the broken Drogonris.

The tremors, like the roar of an angry dragon, echoed throughout the land.

Inside Loshutal Castle, a shocking event occurs.

"what!!!"

Joshua screamed during his ritual, and Karen fell to the ground, covered in blood, but it wasn't hers.

Just as Joshua was about to embrace Karen and drink her blood, a gruesome wound suddenly appeared on his chest, slicing diagonally from his right side to his left waist. It was like a sharp slash, almost splitting the new vampire king in two. Blood gushed from the wound like a waterfall, and Joshua screamed as he clutched his collapsing body, his strength draining away with the blood.

The unusual situation caused a commotion. An unprecedentedly strong stench of blood assaulted the taste buds of every vampire. Their eyes were bloodshot, their breathing heavy, and their claws and fangs revealed their bloodthirsty nature. The surging divine blood stirred all their desires. Delawares reacted immediately, but the vampire grand duke, preoccupied with his son, paid no attention to Joshua and instead transformed into a blur of bats, rushing out of the castle.

"Fallen ones, protect your master."

An earthquake struck Loshutal Castle. Lyle stared in disbelief as a massive black cloud of bats emerged from the castle, soaring upwards and blotting out the sun.

A vampire legion, far stronger than imagined and never before revealed, flew toward Drogonris under the guidance of Delaris.

"My Nia, what is that?"

Beatrice wiped the cold sweat from her face and answered with lingering fear.

"I don't know, but I know we're safe."

A vampire castle, Lyle, Beatrice, Karen, and a group of bloodthirsty vampires.

This is like another Hamlet, still in simple mode.

……

"The time has come."

The moment the tremor began, Kevin rushed out of his hidden cave, followed closely by Mr. Nameless. The simulated galaxy lifted him up and suspended him behind Kevin.

"That earthquake... seemed ominous."

"Hurry up, Mr. Nameless, Lyle is waiting for our backup. Now is the time for us to make our move."

Kevin paid no attention to the crumbling Drogonris and instead jogged toward Lyle's castle.

They crossed the outer forest and appeared in the wilderness between the castle and Drogonris.

The castle's spires grew ever larger in view, and this damned distance felt unexpectedly long.

Kevin was about to tell Mr. Nameless to ignore him and go to the rescue first, but Mr. Nameless stopped. Not only that, he also used gravity to throw Kevin behind him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Anonymous?"

We have guests.

The nameless figure hovered in the air, with a slightly larger field of vision than Kevin, and he spotted the approaching figure first.

He walked barefoot on the grass, the crimson stain spreading across his white robe like the color of plants. His long golden hair trailed on the ground like a cloak. His beauty combined masculine handsomeness with feminine grace. His humble smile was like melting snow in the morning light, and his eyes held the stars.

The visitor opened his arms as if to welcome him.

"If we consider the order in which they arrived on this land, then you two are the guests."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kevin."

Although it was their first meeting, he correctly called out Kevin's name.

Although Kevin didn't know much about the newcomer, he still inexplicably called out the name that should have been his. It was definitely that name, and it belonged only to him; the feeling was as natural as a star being embedded in the sky.

“Mr. Sheriu Hamlet…”

Kevin's respectful address did not win Sheriu's favor. On the contrary, Sheriu frowned, as if he had heard something offensive. Although the displeasure between his brows was easily wiped away, Sheriu did not seem to be forgiving.

Blue tentacles extended from beneath his robes, fluttering across the lush grass. At the tips of the tentacles, blood-red eyeballs, like pendants, snapped open, their crazed gazes fixed on Kevin. Behind Sheriu, dark bubbles floated in the air, and shadows accompanied by the sound of waves gradually materialized. The ominous sign of the deep sea moved in unison with Sheriu, their drowned, whitish eyeballs projecting death and despair upon the two men.

“Just call me Sheriu, that’s enough, Mr. Kevin.” Sheriu’s tone was gentle, like a friend’s slight complaint after being teased in a harmless way.

But the reality is not as simple as a joke.

Wuming turned around and saw Kevin behind him with his eyes already rolled back. His gaze was almost like that of the drowned corpses. His mouth was wide open, and the young master's once radiant skin was visibly swollen with water. The fishy smell of seawater was gradually becoming stronger on his body.

Sheriwut is trying to drown Kevin's spirit.

“Kevin!” Without much hesitation, Nameless reached out and touched Kevin’s forehead. “Share the wisdom of the Silver Sage with this man.”

A sharp pain, like an ice pick piercing his head. Kevin clutched his head, a strange, frantic stream of thoughts flashing through his mind, leaving only a stinging, cold sensation. He regained his senses and saw the nameless man standing before him. The chaotic feeling in his head made Kevin feel dizzy and lightheaded, but after a few seconds, his cerebellum returned to normal. Kevin swayed, but didn't fall.

"What happened, Mr. Anonymous?"

"You have withstood the mental attack of the evil god and gained mental resistance to the evil god."

“Um, Mr. Anonymous, it seems like I have a lot more things in my head.”

"Never mind that, Kevin, Sheriu is our enemy. Focus on the present." The azure light of the simulated star field expanded to its maximum, and Wuming's body emitted starlight. The ground shattered, and the stone skin was pulled by gravity and rolled up into lichen like orange peel, enveloping the two of them.

"Isn't that unnecessary, Sheriwu? To display the power of an evil god to an ordinary human and an unrelated person?"

“The power of advanced magic research is truly beautiful.” Sheriu smiled, his long eyelashes displaying a unique presence when his eyes were closed. “No planner will allow any unexpected events in their plans, especially unpredictable events like fate.”

“We all know that Mr. Kevin has such abilities, isn’t that exactly why you’ve stayed by his side, Mr. Nameless?”

Wuming's expression was indifferent. The stone spear shaped by gravity struck the seemingly fragile tentacle flower bush like a cannonball, and was then melted by the acid.

"Since you understand this so well, you should also understand that sowing discord won't have much effect on the agents of fate. Our subjective judgment relies on intuition, which is something that your looks or mental pollution can't change."

“It was possible before, but not now. I didn’t expect Mr. Nameless to be so generous. I originally hoped to be more elegant, but now, I can only stop you in a more brutal way.” The tentacles behind Sheriwu twisted and coiled, transforming into sharp spears.

"Kevin's abilities could potentially overturn the entire situation. With such a troublesome opponent, I have no choice but to face him personally. The power of the evil god is the most suitable way to distort fate."

Having said that, neither side wasted any more words.

"Kevin, we've won the grand prize!"

What is the grand prize?

"A corrupted and enhanced version of Lyle, the enemy."

Chapter 489 Hamlet's Clan Magic

"The plague messenger".

"Gravity and Vacuum Field".

As the celestial bodies rotated, the nameless figure tilted its body in the air, and the entire simulated galaxy followed suit, turning inverted. The simulated celestial bodies then transformed into heavy hammers, falling one by one from the sky and bombarding Sheriwu like a barrage of bullets.

"Flesh and blood blossomed." The tentacles grew rapidly, their eye-like tips splitting open one by one, sprouting countless branches. The dense jungle of flesh and blood supported the celestial sphere and began to touch the galaxy. The tentacles swam freely in the vacuum like a school of fish, their swift movements even faster than in water.

"God is above all things." The pull of gravity has no effect on these wriggling tentacles.

After his waist and abdomen were pierced by the tentacles, Wuming retracted the simulated galaxy.

The wounds, which had no effect on the lich's body, looked horrific, but one mistake was enough.

Gravity had little effect on Sheriwu, so Wuming simply expanded his star field, aiming for the Earth.

Centered on Wuming, a giant crater was dug into the ground. Rocks and soil from the star field coalesced into extremely dense projectiles. Like celestial bodies, they revolved around Wuming at high speed, faster and faster. Finally, the meteor shower, accelerated to its limit, broke free of centripetal force and crashed into the enemy. The moment they escaped the vacuum field, the projectiles were ignited by the air and bombarded Sheriwu at supersonic speeds.

The fragile tentacles were no match for the impact and broke off completely.

Flames burned around Sheriwu, their intense light illuminating his smile.

The nameless creature floated in the air, surrounded by several celestial spheres and countless rocks revolving around it, resembling a king of the earth.

But Sheriwu's smile remained unchanged; that mocking smile successfully altered the nameless man's expression.

He realized something, and a celestial sphere detached from the star field and rushed towards Kevin. When it was about ten meters away from Kevin, the gravitational field expanded to its full force, pulling Kevin into the air. The ground beneath Kevin's feet was torn apart by gravity, exposing several tentacles lurking within, less than half a meter away from Kevin. The lurking tentacles swiftly advanced, rushing into the celestial sphere's range, as agile as snakes, their tips transforming into cold, sharp blades, aimed directly at Kevin.

Sheriwu's target has always been Kevin, the messenger of destiny.

“Fate, framing…” A sharp bone spur grew from below the Adam’s apple and pierced the nameless man’s throat, interrupting his spellcasting. Not only that, several bone spears grew from the nameless man’s body, destroying everything along his spine. The magic that maintained the simulated galaxy was also thrown into chaos by the plague.

“Heretical growth.” Sheriwu revealed a triumphant smile, watching with admiration as the sharp blades hurtled toward Kevin’s heart.

The initial, tentative, and insignificant wounds had already transferred the plague into the nameless body, and at this crucial moment, the distracted lich was completely captured by the power of the evil god.

"Cough cough...cough..." Blood gushed from his mouth, but Nameless couldn't even roar. He could only watch as Sheriwu's tentacle spear pierced Kevin...

Then...then it turned back into tentacles and wrapped around Kevin's wrist.

"?!!"

An unexpected event occurred, and all three showed the same surprise.

The tentacles on Sheliu's back suddenly flared up, followed by a painful scream.

The bone spurs and plague that had bound Nameless disappeared and fell off, and Nameless regained his mobility.

Kevin looked at the eerie blue tentacles in his hand. They hadn't devoured him; instead, they were climbing up his arm like Nia had. But Kevin wasn't about to let these strange tentacles crawl onto his face. He grabbed the tentacles, ripped them off, and threw them on the ground.

"What's going on?!"

The nameless figure shifted perspective, and in his view, Kevin once again transformed into the sun of fate, repelling all calamities, while most of the misfortune was returned to Sheriu. Could Kevin's fate curse an evil god? How could that be? Aren't gods inviolable?

Sheriwu's body was twisting and transforming, his delicate skin turning into bubbling, ugly, and contorted black matter. His face was like a boiling hot pot, and his malevolent gaze, through his withered blond hair, was fixed on the glamorous Kevin.

Sheliwu took a deep breath, suppressing his rampaging body.

"Kevin Hamlet..."

Kevin, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, looked at the nameless man with confusion.

Wuming revealed an exaggerated, even terrifying, smile. His lips stretched to an extreme that no human could achieve, and his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Kevin.

"I understand."

“Sheliu himself is not a chosen one of the evil god. He only stole the evil god’s power through a special method, and this power does not yet belong to him. The method he used must be a clan magic passed down in a mysterious family. The biggest feature of this clan magic is that every caster will have a master.”

“Kevin, you are now the lord of Hamlet, you are the master of the Hamlet clan’s magic.”

Sherius's occult knowledge and cult rituals all stemmed from the forbidden scroll of the Duke of Hamlet. As the son of a maid, he rejected the Hamlet bloodline within him. Therefore, the succession ceremonies he orchestrated to seduce nobles across the land, as arranged by Hamlet, were genuine official documents with full legal force. Such authority would also be recognized within the realm of occultism.