Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"So you guys think so too."

"I feel the same way."

"So His Majesty Saint George was capable of depravity after all."

"Inconceivable."

The judge who spoke first brought the topic back on track.

"Although His Majesty Saint George may seem foolish now, what would be our options if we didn't have angels like them?"

The judges remained silent, recalling the Forgotten King who stood on the mountain ridge, controlling the earth and summoning meteorites.

At that time, the judge's choice was... to charge alongside the protectors.

"Fight to the death with all your might."

“Yes, that was the answer I originally intended to use to motivate those young people. But…”

"but?"

"I am being judged." A distinct lament could be heard coming from the helmet.

"As you know, when we are teleported, a dark shadow appears beneath our feet and completely engulfs us."

"Isn't this exactly the same as running away?"

"What if those kids think that's my answer?"

"If you can't beat them, run away. What if they turn out badly?"

The Judge Knight focused his gaze on his anxious companion, looking like a pack of weasels who had spotted a chicken in their house.

"What does this have to do with you?"

"So what if I run away? It's shameful, but at least I can survive. At worst, I'll be a priest for the rest of my life."

"Don't forget that you are just a sinner undergoing the baptism of repentance."

"If they learn the wrong things from you, then they're the ones who are unlucky."

The judges displayed their spirit of admitting mistakes, being irresponsible, and being unrepentant, which further dampened the spirits of their colleagues.

"The time for the repentance baptism will be extended again."

"Indeed, although the arrival of judgment is an unavoidable force, we still need to set an example to avoid bringing shame to the Holy Land."

"I guess I won't be able to leave the Primordial Church this year."

No, this time is different.

Algernon interrupted the Judge Knight's complaints, raising his Blazing Sword, its gleaming blade obscuring half his face.

"Because this time, we're going to bring good news to those old guys."

The burning flames cast a white light over the black knight's armor.

"Darkness will not die, and holy light will not be extinguished."

……

Before the dragon of Drogonris took flight.

Before the Judgement was chilled by the dazzling holy light of the Blazing Sword.

To be precise, it was three minutes after Joshua was badly wounded by a sword and Duke Delawares led his fallen legion out of the castle.

The rampaging tentacles pushed the surrounding vampires against the wall, and one of them, taking advantage of Joshua's pain, dragged Karen into its arms.

“Lord Lyle!” Karen called out his name.

Lyle smiled and met Joshua's distorted gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Groom, I don't agree to this marriage. I'm taking your bride with me."

"There's another one, haha, but our Naslan isn't planning on getting married either."

Lyle stretched out his other arm, only to find nothing.

Beatrice had already taken to the air, the blood-red gem on her chest emitting an eerie light, and a pair of blood-red wings spread behind her as she charged toward Joshua.

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm going to tear this bastard to shreds, and I mean it."

Lyle shrugged, turned to face the group of vampires baring their fangs, and smiled.

Nia's tentacles completely invaded the surrounding space, and the ominous shadows chuckled sinisterly behind her.

"Okay, you take care of one, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Give ladies some private space, you bloodsucking friends."

Chapter 499 Cleaning

The bone spear smashed a gargoyle to pieces. Lyle, controlling the Claw of Velimuro, slammed it down on the vampire being dragged in front of him by Nia's tentacles. The vampire crashed through the window and flew out.

Another vampire was thrown into the crowd by tentacles. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was quickly absorbed by his companions.

"idiot."

"Plague messengers, heretics grow." Vampires who drank the blood of the plague grew twisted bone spurs, and cages sprouted from their flesh, fixing them in place and causing them to wail incessantly. This act of poisoning was repeated two or three times, and the Loshutar vampires finally learned not to accept charity.

Lyle believed he must be quite a sight to behold, with Nia stretching her limbs freely behind him. He could feel her tentacles striking the pillars, and the entire castle was shaking. It was as if Nia was about to tear the place down.

Lyle had no time to teach her a lesson. Even if each of them was only as strong as a single plague outbreak, their numbers were too great. Moreover, the terrified vampires had even learned to prevent infection, distancing themselves from their wailing companions and completely enveloping their bodies with magic. To make matters worse, the vampire servants of the entire castle were charging forward relentlessly. The furniture that had once crouched on either side of the path, mistaken for talking objects, now unleashed considerable force at the vampires' commands, swarming in endless waves.

With Lyle as the dividing line, the tentacles divide the main hall in two, and the narrow passageways on both sides of the columns are blocked by piles of stones. The only way to pass through is to go past Lyle.

Behind them, Beatrice and Joshua's battle raged on. De La Riss must have made some small preparations against Joshua; even with a wound that wouldn't heal, Joshua and Beatrice were still fighting evenly.

The blood oath and the suppression of their own kind were ineffective. Both of them were vampires who had surpassed the vampire level by drinking the blood of the gods, so the suppression effect of the blood artifact was not ideal.

Beatrice was furious about this state of anxiety, but as a fellow vampire, she didn't have many options and could only continue burning her blood to unleash magic.

Lyle's situation is also becoming tense. Under the cover of his blood servants, the vampires are constantly targeting Lyle's weaknesses, showcasing their outstanding assassination skills.

This can't go on.

A tentacle wrapped around Beatrice's waist, helping her avoid Joshua's claw strike.

The beautiful woman was caught in a swarm of tentacles and screamed.

"Lyle! I can rip his throat open right now!!!"

“We need you more here, Beatrice.” Without time to complain about the female vampire’s bravado, Nia turned Beatrice to the side of the tentacle wall, facing a large group of blood servants rushing towards them.

A sense of crisis caused the gem on her chest to shine brightly, and visible sound waves roared from Beatrice's mouth.

"Get out!"

Lyle and Beatrice chose the wrong target from the start. Blood oaths and blood rights cannot control Joshua, but not everyone here has drunk the blood of the gods.

The command contained the power of the Blood Artifact, and the low-ranking Blood Servants were sent flying backward, their ugly, oily skin cracked open, and rebellious blood spurted from their wounds.

The low-ranking vampires were overwhelmed by Beatrice's power and unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as the tentacles that had been holding up the stone fell before their eyes.

Beatrice wiped out most of the castle's vampires, plunging them into agony with her voice.

The easing of tensions allowed Lyle to crack a joke.

"You have finally shown the same talent as Ariana in singing."

A delicate fist landed on Lyle's head. "You've offended two ladies at once. I'll be praising you for this in Naslan."

Beatrice roared as the survivors who stood up interrupted Lyle's pleas for mercy. They were the last remaining high-ranking vampires, powerful and having all drawn upon the blood of the gods. The blood of the weak became their sustenance, and their every move was tinged with blood. The twenty-odd inheritor vampires glared at Beatrice.

"The blood of the gods has granted us power that transcends class. Beatrice, you have been abusing the Grand Duke's favor for far too long. Now, it is time for you to pay your debt!"

The pressure did not lessen; in fact, the scattered blood magic gathered together, the power solidified, and the pressure increased exponentially.

Beatrice stood beside Lyle, looking at him seriously.

"I have twelve on my left, and you have nine on your right?"

Lyle hadn't spoken yet.

Nia opened her tentacles.

"Nine on the left of Benny, twelve on the right of Nia, and zero on Lyle!"

Beatrice smiled and shifted her strange gaze to Lyle.

“Mr. Lyle, do you have any problems dealing with Joshua? Although there's only one of him, you might…”

"Nia will be fine, Nia can take on one more! And she can also protect Lyle and Karen!"

Lyle gave a wry smile.

"Beatles, didn't you say you were determined to deal with Joshua yourself?"

Beatrice didn't turn around; her eyes were fixed on the vampires' limbs.

"And then, to fulfill my angry words, I put you in danger. You are also part of Naslan, and I am happy to see you fulfill the promise on my behalf."

Lyle stood behind Beatrice, his burning blood making Beatrice's skin glow red.

Lyle controlled the tentacles to place Karen in the tentacle cradle and pulled Beatrice behind him.

"?"

Lyle put on the doctor's mask, the lenses reflecting a faint light.

“Benny, since you’ve put it that way, how can I interfere with your vow? You face Joshua, and I will deal with them, all of them.”

Naslan paused for a moment, then stepped into the opening in the tentacle wall. "Lyle, you're really not suited to showing off. I'll hold Kshua back for now. Call me anytime if you get beaten up and cry."

Nia perched on Lyle's shoulder, her enormous eyeball staring strangely at its host.

“Beatrice’s male servant? If you want to show off, then pay the price. I’ll tear your mouth apart before you even cry out.”

The vampires let out a mocking sound and charged forward together.

Lyle spread his hands, and behind the lenses, the whites of his eyes were constantly being saturated with malice.

"Of course I know I'm not suited to take the lead; I only do things I'm confident about."