Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Beatrice wiped the bloodstains off her face, unsure whether they were from herself or Joshua.

"Raymond is the Calamity of Holy Light, the Scholar is the King of Magic, and Mr. Dragon is the King of the Abyss Mech Fighters. Why didn't you sweep everything away?"

Is this some kind of gathering for spoiled brats?

The two felt helpless towards each other, which eventually turned into a sense of shared misery and empathy.

Let us put aside our differences and unite against the enemy.

“I will continue to restrain Joshua and try to keep him away from you.” Beatrice resumed her attack and wrestled with Joshua.

"And I need to find a way to disrupt the ritual, and ideally capture or even kill Joshua."

Manipulating flesh and blood to connect tangled muscle tissue around the crimson statue, just like Mr. Scarlet's first lesson: weaving a flesh and blood laboratory.

Flesh Transformation turns muscle into hard bone and plants several triggered curse traps and ricocheting bone spikes in the gaps between the flesh and bone.

Lyle's extracurricular experiments have officially begun.

How to dismantle the vampire's inheritance ritual altar.

Lyle never imagined that one day, destruction would become a technical skill.

The possibility of brute force destruction is extremely low. Considering the ritual steps described by the Grand Duke of Vampires, it is not difficult to deduce that this ritual involved a sacrificial process.

This means that, if not careful, Lyle could become a sacrifice in this cannibalistic ritual.

This process is a bit like defusing a bomb, except Lyle isn't an expert in this area.

“Runes, language, magic flow, magic circle nodes…” Lyle was quite engrossed in watching. Mr. Dragon had said that all magic has a source, so necromancy and blood magic also have something in common.

It just has a dozen or so symbols that are completely incomprehensible.

"What is this triangle-like symbol? It looks a bit like a sign of depletion, and that one with the hook looks like an execution symbol..."

Lyle felt he had found the trick, although he eventually realized that the whole thing didn't make sense when put together.

"The symbol of the triangle means piercing, and the symbol of the hook means blasphemy. The full meaning of the magic circle is: piercing the unclean body, blaspheming the pure blood, bringing back the dead, and making the fallen ascend."

The voice echoed in my mind: the ominous sign was indeed the incarnation of an evil god, the source of all mystery.

“Okay, I’ll take runic literature when I get back,” Lyle said, finding the corresponding symbol. “Is it enough to just break the words?”

The ominous voice sounded again.

“Remove the blasphemy, cover it with anything, and pay attention to that ring of thorn runes. Those runes can cut the skin of anyone who steps in, causing them to bleed and become a sacrifice.”

Lyle, still shaken, retracted his outstretched toes and stealthily made his way forward.

Outside the cage made of flesh and blood, Beatrice's roars continued. If Lyle hadn't been certain that she couldn't use her voice as a weapon like her sister, he would have almost thought Beatrice was going to win.

Joshua showed no sign of attacking, and Lyle was still two steps away from the blasphemous symbol.

Lyle stepped onto it.

As his feet touched the ground, the entire ritual array burst into a dazzling red light, and Lyle could even smell the pungent stench of blood.

"What's going on? Is this an ominous sign?!" You didn't say this would happen!

The ominous sign was no longer the confident figure it once was; it roared in Lyle's voice.

"Come out now! You've pushed the ceremony forward!"

Before Lyle could make a move, the thorn runes suddenly glowed, severing Lyle's ten fingers, and blood dripped into the magic circle.

"You really are a purist! Wasn't that just a misunderstanding by Mr. Raymond?!"

The Pure One, a synonym for holy light and genius, a child of angels, the purest soul in the world.

Lyle initially thought that Mr. Raymond's misunderstanding was caused by his own identity as a time traveler.

So, I really am a Pure One? A genius of the Holy Light, the successor to the Crusader leader?

The ominous curses continued. He was Lyle's other half, so his understanding of Lyle was the same as Lyle's, and neither of them realized the truth or falsehood of Lyle's Purity.

This has led to the current situation.

"Our mistake, [Desecrating the Blood of Purity], you are a combination of the pure and the incarnation of the evil god. Good heavens, you have both purity and depravity. You didn't even need the blasphemy ritual. The inheritance ritual has directly entered the next stage."

Lyle endured the stinging pain and ran out of the magic circle.

"Then we're still missing one: [Piercing the Unclean Body]..."

A gust of wind rushed in, triggering the traps one by one. The exploding bone spikes dismembered Joshua into several pieces, his head rolling to Lyle's feet with an excited smile on his face.

The ceremony is complete.

The statue shattered, and blood gushed out, engulfing Joshua's severed limbs.

The surging tide of blood shattered Lyle's arrangements, and Lyle was thrown away by the impact.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Joshua, who was completely unharmed.

No, it's just a similar appearance; the imposing aura and those sinister eyes tell the two that it's a far more dangerous being.

To bring back the dead, to make the fallen ascend.

Bloodwings unfurled behind "Joshua," who kissed his fingers and sucked his own blood with his fangs.

His eyes widened slightly, and an invisible pressure forced Lyle to kneel on the ground.

“The blood of another Bühler…”

The Antichrist smiled warmly at Lyle.

"Lyle Bouler, right?"

“My name is Galarón Loshutar.”

"I have a score to settle with your uncle, but I don't mind asking you for some interest first."

Chapter 502 Familiar Recipe, Familiar Taste

Is he grudged against Uncle Ralf? Is it a case of the nephew paying for the uncle's debt? Lyle hadn't figured out the relationship between Galarón and Ralf yet, but he felt speechless. He never thought he would be implicated because of Uncle Ralf.

But aren't you a bit of a loser? You can't beat your uncle, so you beat your nephew.

Lyle didn't dare show his prejudice because the pressure he felt was very real.

Therefore, Mr. Lyle took the initiative to back down.

“Um… sir, is there some misunderstanding between us?” Lyle raised his head, trembling, with a fawning smile on his face.

Galarón was stunned.

An unseen magical force left a wound on Lyle's face, and Galaron fed him blood. He took a sip and looked at Lyle suspiciously.

His face was filled with disappointment.

"Are you really Ralph's nephew?"

"..." I'm really sorry it doesn't seem like it. After all, everyone I've met in this world seems to be stronger than me, and this kind of personality isn't something I can control.

“No problem with the bloodline, that’s incredible. The wolf’s bloodline is connected to… a corgi.”

Lyle was consumed by rage, and the ominous thought of killing him kept repeating in his mind, but on the surface, Lyle still smiled.

Galarón smiled.

"His appearance is deceptive, but his inner self is just like his, he likes to do things in a shady way."

The strange pressure bent Lyle's five fingers on his right hand, and the excruciating pain almost made Lyle faint. The ominous sign spread a chilling fear to every part of Lyle's mind, using coldness to suppress the pain.

"What are you planning? Casting a spell? Using a secret code?"

Lyle had intended to secretly use the ring to call for help, but when he realized his hand was empty, he found that he had already given the ring to Kevin.

There was no outside help; it was all on ourselves.

External forces are ultimately unreliable.

His right hand was like a red-hot iron, continuously transmitting pain to Lyle's nerves.

Superficial gestures were meaningless; this ruthless vampire wouldn't let him go. Fueled by his injury, Lyle glared fiercely at Galaron.

“That’s right, that’s exactly the look in his eyes, Lyle. You and he are so alike. Torturing you will definitely give me a lot of fun.”

Fun? Lyle narrowed his eyes, his black pupils widening.

Opposite him was the newly promoted Antichrist, powerful, powerful to the point of arrogance. Galarón was an extremely narcissistic man; his power was enough to make him look down on everyone. Ralph must have exploited his arrogance to defeat him.

Galarón's weakness is already obvious: Ralf, who broke his proud wings, is his weakness.

Think like Ralph, baring your fangs at the prey's wounds.

Lyle and the omen reached an agreement, and the two separate personalities overlapped.

"How pathetic, Galarón." Lyle smiled, his arrogant gaze igniting a nameless fire within Galarón.

"Say it again." The cold voice brought the boulder down, the pressure slamming Lyle's head to the ground, drawing blood. Lyle's consciousness was like a machine about to break down, held on by sheer willpower.

"sad……"

The blood-stained spear pierced his palm, the pressure like a hammer shattering his bones, and Lyle collapsed to the ground like a crawling insect.

The mouth felt like a wine glass filled with blood, and every part of the internal organs felt like it was on fire.

Lyle, hang in there.

His vocal cords, moistened by blood, continued to speak, albeit haltingly and unclearly, but Galarón, with his keen senses, was sure to understand him.

“Your strength is indeed great, but your inner self is not worthy of that strength, Galaron. You are a dwarf in spirit. That is why you will lose to Ralf.”

"Your soul is too weak."

This is a provocation, an ant's intimidation of a giant; the choice is not in his own hands. Lyle is gambling with his life.

“My soul is weak?” Galaron crouched down in front of Lyle, looking at his broken, doll-like body.

"As a necromancer with terrible soul science, what right do you have to say that to me, Mr. Lyle?"

Galaron overheard Lyle's conversation with Beatrice, even though he didn't exist at that time.

“You have the memory of Joshua.”