Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

He gave Karen a thumbs-up.

With the help of Ariane's holy light hidden in the shadows, Lyle is now even more of a charlatan than a charlatan himself.

"Have faith in the Holy Light!"

I am the actor of Holy Light!

Chapter 107 Poison in the Blood

Lyle the Pure gave Paladin Karen a great boost. She was unstoppable, and roaring holy flames burned around her. Blood servants, who were beasts, fled in all directions under the shadow of the warhammer.

"Useless!" Polivan was clearly furious at the scene, especially recalling his own arrogant behavior. The priests of the Light Chasers weren't combat-oriented; they were like turtles, possessing only powerful support abilities and somewhat impressive light magic, their lethality against vampires was at best comparable to ants. But the combination of a priest and a paladin was far more terrifying in comparison.

However, he was confident of victory and kept the boy in his sight for thirty minutes until his companions arrived as expected.

The thought that she was the one who had caused this situation fueled her anger, which overwhelmed her reason and thinking.

Her claws collided and sparked as they struck Karen's burning warhammer. With a nimble somersault in mid-air, she landed on a tree branch.

“Servants, deal with that priest. His attacks are nothing compared to his defenses. Don’t let him distract me. Once I’ve taken down this paladin, we can patiently dismantle his turtle shell.”

"Monster! You're delusional! Defeat me and feel the power bestowed upon me by the Pure One, the Son of the Holy Light!" Karen fearlessly clashed head-on with the vampire, or rather, that's what she wanted to do. Because in the instant of the exchange, Polivam used his supple body to twist and twist, piercing his claws through the gaps in his armor.

It was then blocked by the Holy Light Shield.

Lyle's pressure instantly lessened considerably, even though he was now facing only six low-level vampires.

Compared to the Kosovo bear they once faced, they were still a bit lacking. Moreover, Lyle now had Sister Ariane, a powerful support character.

The Holy Light struck like a fountain, eliciting wails from the Blood Servants.

Despite their excruciating pain, and even though their skin was scorched and mangled by the holy light, they stubbornly carried out their mistress's orders.

The priest's holy light was still a bit lacking in lethality; even though the blood servants had no good flesh left, they were still jumping around energetically.

Ariane initially gave instructions in Lyle's mind, but perhaps she got tired of it or found it troublesome.

An angelic phantom formed above Lyle's head, and holy light spells in his hands relentlessly struck the surrounding enemies.

Lyle became a vessel of the Holy Light, or rather, a totem pole of the Holy Light.

Occasionally, at the request of the figure with beautiful feathers above, I would take a few steps to the left or right, allowing the fleeing blood servants to re-enter the range of the holy light's attack.

Before he knew it, Lyle had walked quite a distance.

Lyle wasn't idle while Arian was fighting.

He has been using his plague messenger abilities to try and do his part.

Unfortunately, vampires have some resistance to this plague.

Lyle could sense that some kind of dark force was protecting these dark creatures, preventing the virus from invading their bodies and penetrating their skin, flesh, and even their respiratory system.

Even though vampires don't breathe, and their nasal airways are just for show, when Lyle tried to control the plague to enter his nasal cavity, there was still an invisible force that hindered him.

Lyle felt the weakness of his own power.

Karen and Poliva were locked in a stalemate, but the exhaustion caused by the human body would eventually break her, and the balance of power would tip once again.

"Lyle!"

Violet's shout drew Lyle's attention from the distant battle with Kallen.

The problem actually arose on our side first.

To keep Ariane out of range, he had moved away from his original spot, but the unconscious Ralf and Violet, who was taking care of him, remained where they were.

The initial protective barrier has worn away over time, exposing the two humans to a group of vampires.

While the other companions were yelling and howling in front of Lyle to attract their attention, a Blood Servant had already circled around to their position.

Violet was sent flying several meters like a punching bag, and as blood gushed from her mouth, she cried out for the only person who could help Ralf.

The vampire who lifted Ralf high was none other than Karent, the former baron's son.

His cheeks had been burned by the holy light, and on his charred skin, a scarlet eyeball stared directly at Lyle.

"This is the person Violet has taken a liking to? Ha, I can't believe it. Kid, your damn power is burning me so badly. I'm going to get some compensation from your uncle."

"Payback in blood."

The lingering pain on his face and the gradual loss of reason due to his wounds ultimately turned Karent into a pure beast; in his eyes, there was only the blood flowing in Ralf's veins.

Holding his cheap uncle aloft as a trophy, Karent bared his fangs and viciously bit down.

Blood, accompanied by Violet's screams, flowed between the two men.

Karent's wounds were visibly healing; scabs quickly formed and fell off her face, leaving her smooth skin intact and even more radiant than before.

Ralph's skin gradually turned pale and bloodless, like a rapidly dehydrated corpse.

Looking at the scene before me.

Lyle smiled.

The battle lasted exactly thirty minutes.

This smile is like a switch, a large hand that flips the scales.

Karent, who had just regained his youth, began to convulse as his restored body began to spasm. His eyeballs bulged out, and blood was indeed flowing from his bright red pupils.

He knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and letting out an unknown wail!

"No! My body! This blood... there's something strange about this blood!"

The blood he had sucked flowed from his seven orifices, and no matter how he tried to stop it, he could not stop it. Ralph's blood, and even his own, turned into wriggling worms that burrowed into Ralph's wounds.

The situation reversed, and Calent, weakened by the loss of blood, became even weaker.

It was like Ralph had drained his blood.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief.

I was filled with emotion.

Unexpectedly, the first target of the plague was his own uncle.

The plague messenger cannot break through the vampire's defenses, but humans are simply the best source of infection, and this is the moment Lyle has been waiting for.

By sucking blood, the plague in the human body is directly transferred into the bodies of these vampires.

Luckily, Calent developed bleeding symptoms.

At this moment, he was even weaker than a human.

He stumbled toward his fellow human beings.

Lyle also received some good news.

The plague mutated within the vampires, becoming a virus that targets vampires.

This also means that their dark creature skin is practically useless.

One vampire near Calent began to retch, another lost control of his lower limbs, and yet another felt unbearably itchy, even as he scratched himself until blood splattered everywhere, leaving him a bloody mess.

"My leg! What happened to me?!"

The unknown fears forced these monsters back into human form.

"It's the plague! This fool has spread the plague to us!"

"The blood is poisonous!"

Chapter 108 "Purification"

The panic caused by the plague among the blood servants was far more terrifying than the power of the Holy Light. They were terrified and dragged their broken bodies toward their mistress, hoping that their omnipotent mistress would provide help.

"Help me, my master, my power is slipping away."

All that remained was a blur; a wailing head fell to the ground. Blood gushed from the new wound, the pressure so great that the splattering drops soaked the verdant leaves, making the tree look like it was laden with bright red fruit.

"Don't come near me! You're already infected!"

Poliva screamed wildly, looking at the pitiful creature before her with disgust. Having been a vampire for a hundred years, she certainly knew what a plague was. It was a horror that had once ravaged an entire city, and in the eyes of all living beings, it was far more terrifying than the reckoning of holy light or the destruction of magic.

If a tool is broken, you should replace it with a new one, instead of letting the broken tool injure your fingers.

The same applies to those who are merely tools.

He killed the nearest servant, and even the shadow used to kill him, leaving it in the void. Realizing he had no chance of winning, he dodged Kallen's attack and, with his agile movements, fled into the depths of the forest.

"Don't even think about escaping, monster!" Karen shouted in the direction of Polivam, but did not give chase; the safety of her companion was more important.

Karen turned around to face Lyle, but the phantom armor on her body did not dissipate; instead, it thickened several layers. She used holy fire to set the vampire's corpse ablaze. The burning of the lump of flesh did not produce a disgusting, scorching smell, unlike burning fatty organic animals. In fact, the burning characteristics of vampires were closer to those of plants. It quickly dried out, and a bloody smell spread. When the smell dissipated, only a clump of ashes remained, drifting in the wind.

Karen, holding Lyle's hand, led Violet and Ralf a hundred meters upwind.

Looking at the slightly damaged area from the battle, Kallen breathed a sigh of relief.

“It seems this plague is not very strong. Praise be to the Holy Light, none of us have been infected,” Karen removed her armor and turned to Lyle. “Lord Lyle, just in case, please cast a purification spell for us.”

Elian's power had long since dissipated, and the angelic phantom behind him had also finished its work, just like a film set wrapping up.

Lyle has reverted to being the Spirit Summoning Apprentice.

"Huh?" The performance was over for the day, and Lyle planned to brush it off.

"Please cast the purification spell, Lady Lyle. For all of us, we need to ensure that the plague does not infect us." Karen's face was serious, as if she could not hide it from everyone.

"What should I do?" Lyle tried to pass the problem on to Karen.

“Purification spell,” Kallen frowned. Lord Lyle seemed unreliable when not in combat. Was it because he had just awakened and his control over his power was still weak, even though he was so proficient in higher-level blessing spells? “I’m not sure about the Purifier’s prayer technique, but ordinary cultivators would probably touch the target’s forehead to release the spell.”

Is there a difference in spellcasting between the Pure Ones and ordinary Light Chasers? Lyle felt he had a solution.

“Okay, Karen, I will cast a purification spell on you using the spellcasting techniques of the Pure Ones.”

“Yes, Lord Lyle.” Karen’s eyes blinked, as if they held stars.

Lyle reached out his palm, gently stroked her forehead, and then slapped her.