Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Poliva seemed to enjoy Lyle's confused expression.

She smiled, "Then I'll let you die knowing why."

“The Loshutar family is the most powerful vampire group. We possess wisdom and strength, as well as unbreakable family bonds. We would have continued to be the rulers of the darkness, but one of my sisters chose to become a traitor. She left the family and took a blood artifact with her.”

Her name is Beatrice.

Beatrice is your sister. I'm sorry, but based on your appearance, I'd rather believe she's your daughter.

“Vampires who receive the Embrace will form new families and abandon the past. That’s our rule. But that bitch Beatrice trampled on everything we have. She failed our expectations, so we began to hunt her down.”

I believe Beatrice probably doesn't care about you at all. Just a few days ago, she was living a carefree life as a bar owner. Maybe your so-called hunt was a little bit lacking.

“We followed her scent to this secluded place called Nalania. Her scent dissipated in this dense forest. She must be hiding in the legendary Naslan Castle. However, her original family is indeed quite capable. Without the key, we cannot approach the secret realm, let alone find the entrance.”

“Fortunately, we found the tomb of one of Naslan’s ancestors, and the aura of the Blood Artifact was inside. But when we were overjoyed, we discovered that the damned tomb required the control of a bloodline descendant to open, and even the so-called noble bloodline of Nalannia was excluded,” Polivan kicked Karent, who was crawling on the ground, “It has to be the bloodline of Naslan, that is, the blood of that bitch Beatrice.”

“I ate a few Naranian people in the hopes of forcing that woman out, but it was obviously ineffective. That bitch has long since become heartless. To lure her out, you obviously need someone she values.”

“Someone who understands her, her friend, her family, someone she truly cares about. I had my servants search all over Narancia, spreading rumors that a beautiful vampire was eating people here, and even did it myself. I knew that someone would come to verify the truth and confirm whether it was her.”

“Someone like you, who has such a deep understanding of Beatrice, and who is even human, a human who understands vampires, I’m very curious how Beatrice could let her blood bags wander around freely. You must be very special to her.”

Poliva's fingernails were like slender sickles, their cold light gleaming as they brushed against Lyle's clothes.

"Your disguise is indeed excellent; your scent and voice are completely concealed."

“So, I added a little trick. As I wished, the moment I took off the hood, I heard your heart pound with excitement.” Poliva’s palm was pressed against Lyle’s left breast, her eyes staring through her fingers.

"What a beautiful voice, young, energetic, vibrant, juicy, and delicious."

Poliva was as if possessed, perhaps she was immersed in the sinful pleasure of recalling bloodsucking, her body trembled and slowed, like a heavy, old machine.

"Get down!"

That roar was like the howl of a wolf.

Lyle reflexively lowered his body, his brain a little slow to catch up, but with Shui Shui's help, he managed to lie down on the ground before the sound rang out.

Lyle had never seen Ralph's Dragon Kiss Musket fire.

But he felt it; a loud bang came from above his head, followed by a heat wave that scorched his back. His clothes on his back were probably on fire, but compared to the impact of the explosion, it seemed insignificant.

Did Barking build a grenade launcher?

Chapter 106 The Actor of Holy Light

Smoke from the explosion filled Lyle's surroundings. Just as he was coughing violently, his foot was grabbed and dragged a short distance, while Lyle was turned over to extinguish the flames on his back.

Ralph's grumpy face suddenly became very friendly.

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back." He skillfully cleaned the gun barrel, loaded new bullets into it, and his peripheral vision was fixed on the cloud of mist, his eyes catching a glimpse of the corpse broken in two.

"Lord Lyle!" Karen, clad in a phantom of holy light armor, appeared beside him, her warhammer held high, radiating a dazzling light.

Violet followed closely behind.

The holy light was like the blazing sun. The blood servants stopped their attack and retreated quickly, shielding their eyes with their arms as they fled, howling all the while.

The light is not deadly; it is more of a dispelling force.

"Are you leaving already? Leaving early would disappoint me." As the dust settled, Polivam emerged unharmed. Even though the attack had almost happened right in front of her, thanks to his agility and the fervent loyalty of his mindless servants, Ralf's sneak attack had failed to achieve his intended objective.

Under the holy light, a translucent, reflective crystalline layer appeared on the surface of Poliva's body, just like a diamond.

"High-ranking vampire, a member of the blood clan."

Poliva's lips curled up, the bloodshot in her eyes had faded, and she looked directly at Karen, "A young seeker of light, and a young heart."

Ralf and Violet shook their heads. Just now, when the female vampire smiled, they felt a sense of mental confusion, which Kallen noticed.

"Charm." Kallen gripped the long pole, thinking that this battle would be difficult, but the paladin was fearless.

Ralph didn't think so. He glanced around and saw nine vampires, eight men and one woman, with the woman being the mastermind.

As it turned out, the power of the dragon's kiss was enough to kill them, so these were just the consumption of nine alchemical bullets.

In fact, Ralf estimated the agility and speed of the Blood Servants and believed that although these monsters were strong, they would not be much stronger than himself, and Dragon's Kiss would be enough.

He underestimated the power of the vampires, which is understandable. The unknown often contains great terror, and people's minds are always willing to form fixed patterns until new values ​​beyond calculation break the fixed thinking. Of course, this violent enlightenment always comes at a price.

So, Ralf assigned tasks to the four of them, just like always: "Karen, go protect Lyle, I'll lead the attack, Lyle stay put, Violet, cover me... damn it."

The heavy blow to the back of his neck sent a signal to his brain, and the stubborn Ralph ultimately succumbed to his human instincts. The impact on his vital areas triggered his protective mechanisms, and Ralph fell into a coma.

Ralf's mortal perspective was indeed narrow, but there were also some clear-headed individuals among the four.

Karen knew what being a vampire meant.

A formidable enemy.

She withdrew her fist from Ralph's body and picked up the sledgehammer that had been planted on the ground again.

Lyle and Violet stared at her in surprise.

In the face of battle, Kallen displayed the qualities expected of a paladin.

Violet was also shocked by Kallen's solemn expression. Kallen, the little tagalong who followed her around, always calling her "sister," the little glutton who couldn't resist the sight of pancakes, and the little newcomer who often made mistakes and left people helpless.

Beneath the silver armor constructed of holy light, the 1.6-meter-tall figure leaped up and knocked down the towering Ralf with a single punch.

"Karen, what are you doing?" Lyle looked into the eyes behind the phantom helmet. Had she been bewitched by a vampire?

Carrying a warhammer, Karen, whose phantom armor shimmered with white light made her look like a can of lychees, walked up to Lyle and protected him.

“That’s a vampire, Lord Lyle. Commander Ralf, being a male human, will only be a burden. Holding that musket will only make him a destabilizing factor. It would be better to let him make a strategic exit.”

"If dark creatures were really that easy to bully, then there would be no point in us Holy Lights. Vampires could charm humans of the opposite sex with ease. I don't want to be targeted by a deadly weapon while fighting."

Karen swung her warhammer and slammed it into the ground, forcing back several blood servants who were attempting to ambush her.

“Sister Violet, I will go and hold that vampire back. You take Lord Lyle and Commander Ralf and leave. Don’t worry about me, I will be there soon.”

"Karen!" How could Lyle not understand what she meant?

"Your Excellency, the Pure One!" Karen was more serious than ever before. "This is the only way. You must not fall into the hands of these monsters. Your safety is the top priority. Go and ask for help immediately."

Karen roared, “The Holy Light will purify you, you filthy monsters! The offspring of the Pombai family have no fear.”

Karen charged forward, her left hand flashing with dazzling light as she went, causing the vampires to howl and close their eyes.

What greeted them was the Holy Light Hammer in Kallen's hand.

The massive hammerhead struck Polivan's face with tremendous speed, and she, as if blinded by Karen's dazzling light, barely managed to dodge.

Too late! Karen shouted, her innate strength propelling the hammer even faster as it hurtled toward Polivam's head.

With tremendous force, the Hammer of Holy Light pierced through Polivam's body.

Karen was stunned.

"phantom?"

Polivam's illusion smiled, staring directly at Karen, who stood before him with wide eyes.

"Everyone says paladins are brainless, but it seems this isn't just a joke at a banquet."

The hidden Poliva revealed its true form, standing less than a meter away from Violet.

It was as if she and Karen had switched places; Karen was surrounded by blood servants, while she surrounded Lyle and the others.

“Just keep this boy, I don’t care if the others live or die. My jackals, that tin can is yours,” Poliva licked her lips, revealing two fangs, her eyes reflecting Violet’s image. “It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted the wonderful blood of a virgin.”

The moving Poliva left afterimages in the air, its long fingernails like daggers stabbing towards Violet.

Karen's roar, the Blood Servant's howl, the sound of Poliva's fingernails slicing through the air, and the sound of Violet's retreating footsteps crushing the grass seedlings.

These voices, along with Lyle's own heart, plummeted to the bottom.

Until another gentle voice appeared in Lyle's mind, rekindling his hope.

"Medical worker, raise your hand."

It was Sister Ariane's voice.

Lyle raised his hand as instructed.

light.

It burst forth from Lyle's body, forming a shield that enveloped Lyle and the others.

They forced Polivam's attack away.

Her palm was set ablaze, and she retreated five meters away, looking at Lyle, who was radiating light. "Another damned light chaser!"

"Lord Lyle?" Karen, who was some distance away, knocked away a blood servant, clearly having also witnessed what had just happened.

"Extend your hand to Karen, Plague Doctor," Ariane's voice instructed again in my ear.

Lyle did as instructed.

Breath of Light.

The wind of light.

Slow healing.

Darkness Deterrence.

Weapon Blessing.

Divine power.

A series of holy light blessings appeared on Karen's body. She cheered, and her aura finally rivaled that of Polivam, a vampire.

The long-handled hammer, burning with holy flames, blasted a blood servant to ashes, and Karen looked at Lyle with starry eyes full of surprise.

"Lord Lyle!"

"Smile at her, Plague Doctor." The instructions continued in his ear.

Lyle flashed his pearly white teeth, giving what he considered the coolest, most flamboyant smile.

A smile makes you strong.