The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　In that instant, he seemed to have touched upon a certain realm, gaining a deeper understanding of "bliss".

　The raised sword light had already mercilessly pierced Nalar's left chest.

　"Cock!"

　Before piercing through the chest, the tip of the sword encountered an obstacle.

　As the last surviving pureblood of the Vlad family, Naral certainly couldn't go into battle naked; she was actually armed to the teeth, but she didn't show it.

　Her heart is encased in "Bloodborne Heart Armor," her brain contains "Corpse Mind Heart," her blood flows with "Immortal Blood" that does not mix with her own, and her soul conceals "Undertaker's Ritual"...

　The last vestiges of the Vlad family's wealth and resources were almost entirely contained in her.

　She bears the responsibility of continuing the bloodline; she cannot possibly collapse in such a meaningless situation!

　A glimmer of insight flashed through her mind, and Nalar finally regained some clarity of mind.

　She was terrified. When she came to her senses, she realized that if it weren't for the "corpse mind" hidden in her mind, she would have been devoured by some kind of terrifying curse.

　For half a second, she couldn't determine what was happening to her. But she always knew exactly how to escape this deadly situation.

　Without any hesitation, in a state of great fear, she activated the active effect of the "Blood Source Heart Armor," unleashing the True Ancestor power flowing within her bloodline!

　"what!"

　At that moment, Nalar completely broke free from the allure. Dense blood-red light emanated from her body in concentric circles, some of which carried immense power, pushing Dark away step by step. After more than ten concentric circles, Dark had been pushed more than ten meters away.

　He had no interest in waiting for the opponent to unleash their ultimate move, and at this moment he activated "Moon Tiger Descent" without hesitation!

　"Roar!"

　The Night Tiger God's magic power instantly dropped by one-tenth, and the vanished magic power condensed and transformed above its head.

　The silver-white divine beast, "Moon Tiger," finally revealed itself under the moonlight.

　Although summoning "Moon Tiger" at this moment is not the best time, the power that Naral is unleashing right now is simply too great.

　With the duration of "Moon Goddess Mirror Turn" already expired, Dark did not choose to continue holding back his trump cards, and he originally had more than one trump card.

　The "Moon Tiger" walked on air, its enormous body blotting out the sky.

　The dark clouds in the sky dispersed naturally, and the moonlight shone down.

　The long, drawn-out roar of a tiger echoed through the night sky, causing the "Tower Demon," who had just been wondering why Nalar would activate the "Blood of the True Ancestor," to suddenly change color.

　As it watched the blood accumulating around Nalar and saw the "Moon Tiger" open its blood-red maw, alarm bells rang in its heart. Almost immediately, it summoned huge square stones to form a wall in front of it.

　It suddenly turned around and retreated rapidly—but as soon as it turned, it saw the "angel" and the "fallen angel" locked in fierce combat. The mere aftershocks from this battle filled it with dread.

　It panicked and ran blindly, but its usually unused brain finally flashed with a life-saving flash of inspiration at the critical moment.

　When faced with a desperate situation, "Tower Demon" Ata turned his body around, feet up and head down, and flew towards the ground.

　Clearly, the area below is the safest place.

　We don't need the height of this sky!

　……

　The departure of "Tower Demon" Ata only attracted the attention of Auri, Angry, and Eve.

　But the perilous battle situation on Dark's side immediately drew all their attention.

　After Nalar activated the "Blood of the True Ancestor," her already thick, blood-red hair seemed to have been coated with layer upon layer of blood paint, turning into an extremely dark, muted red. But on top of the dark red base, a layer of red light shone forth.

　And in an instant, her figure became even taller.

　The bloodstains at the corners of his eyes extended, and the fangs in his mouth became even sharper.

　The bloodlust in his eyes had taken on a primal, murderous edge.

　A torrent of blood coalesced on her body, forming a dark red dress that exposed half of her chest.

　Nalar's change in aura was like that of Ollie before and after she was armed; it was like heaven and earth.

　Just as the aura was about to take shape, the roar of "Moon Tiger" was released, accompanied by a furious howl.

　The Night Tiger God, standing beneath the Moon Tiger, also opened its tiger's mouth at the same time.

　Then, he and "Moon Tiger" simultaneously unleashed tiger-shaped shockwaves almost the same size as their own bodies!

　The two shockwaves, radiating a terrifying aura, struck the awakened "vampire" Naral simultaneously.

　The outward-spreading crimson halo disappeared without a trace.

　The surging tide of blood around Nalar couldn't stop the two "Moon Tiger Roar" attacks.

　Her entire body was engulfed by the "Roar of the Moon Tiger" in that instant.

　In that brief moment, Nalar seemed to vanish from the face of the earth.

　But after the roar, Nalar's aura did not disappear.

　Whether it was Dark Dimon, who was in the thick of it, or Ollie and the others who were watching from the sidelines, they all couldn't help but unite at this moment.

　Where Nalar had stood, all that remained was a rolling mass of blood.

　The surface of the blood resembled boiling water, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

　Dark black demonic energy swirled around, golden liquid flowed within it, and mysterious incantations churned in the blood, revealing a glimpse of endless mystery.

　The body of "Vampire" Naral is reviving.

　……

　"Still alive..."

　Ollie's fingertips touched the card face of "Golden Armor - Aries Palace", her brows furrowed as if they were mountains.

　Tonight's battle, which only recently began, was almost entirely unexpected.

　The nine black-robed demons under the command of "Demon King Number Two" Aleister Eldridge, including the already deceased "Mud Nightmare Demon," were far superior to ordinary demons.

　There are even two whose origins are highly questionable.

　"Corpse-stitching demon" Rororo is an alchemical creature—who exactly is the alchemist who can create such a creature?

　Dorothy, the "One-Winged Banshee," is a "one-winged fallen angel." But in a world where angels no longer exist, where did this fallen angel come from?

　If we had to pick out a few normal demons from among them, the only ones would probably be the "Lich" Ian Tuttle, who had already escaped by self-destructing, as well as the "Ghost" Vernon and the "Tartar" Atar.

　Even the "Beast Demon" Donya, who was hiding far away, was clearly not a simple character.

　Paul, the "Dead Swamp Lizard" who is currently engaged in a fierce battle with Lord Montilfali, even occasionally emits a few wisps of pure dragon breath.

　If I'm not mistaken, he's most likely hiding his true identity as a "demon dragon" under the guise of a "demon lizard"!

　However, "Dragons" are created when pure-blooded dragons are corrupted. They are mad and bloodthirsty, and should not be as honest and calm as this "Swamp Lizard".

　There are too many variables, and the trajectory of fate is extremely chaotic.

　Professor Mitia stood at the front of the car, frantically calculating, but she couldn't fathom the course of fate.

　But she could still see that the reason the situation had become like this was simply because this group of people from St. Marian Academy were all too strong!

　When the strong face the weak, they can control the whole situation, hide their weaknesses as they please, and slack off however they want.

　But once it comes to a clash between two strong opponents, they will be powerless to control their own destiny.

　With humans on one side and demons on the other, neither side could trust the other to hold back, so once the war started, it was a thunderous affair!

　"Boom!"

　The "Boundary-Breaking Thunder Sea" has not yet been extinguished.

　Aleister Aldridge's powerful palm strike, which he had been preparing, was momentarily blocked by Professor Sylph's spell card, "Gun Trap."

　Professor Sylph, however, vanished without a trace along with "Wind Elf King Sylph".

　But this is only Aleister Eldridge's perspective.

　Professor Sylph and "Wind Spirit King Sylph" transformed into the wind at that instant, and like the "unity of man and nature" in the world of cultivation, they merged perfectly with nature.

　In that instant, boundless killing intent was hidden in the naturally flowing wind.

　Aleister Eldridge slowly shifted his gaze around, realizing that he could no longer perceive Professor Sylph's presence.

　Unaware that he had just escaped from the abyss of death once again, Vernon, the "Demon Man," stopped abruptly after spotting his target during the attack, his body radiating a continuous red demonic light.

　Under its deliberate control, a portion of the magical light flowed along its skin to the unicorn on its head—this unicorn, though occasionally usable as a weapon, actually functioned primarily as an antenna, capable of sensing the flow of energy with extreme sensitivity.

　The "Demon" is able to react quickly to attacks within a 365-degree angle in close combat thanks to the single horn on its head.

　Even though the horn was glowing and heating up as if it were being roasted, it still couldn't detect any trace of it.

　"Damn it, she got away!"

　Vernon, a "ghost" with a not-so-bright look on his face, said viciously.

　In that instant, Aleister Aldridge teleported above the "Demon," his enormous, jet-black hand rising like a monument, almost touching the "Demon's" back, and slashing down fiercely from above!

　"call--"

　A trace of his aura was leaked in that instant.

　The wind, and then it vanished in an instant.

　"Demon Man" Vernon leaped forward in horror, then turned to look at the Demon King with a puzzled expression.

　Aleister Aldridge remained frowning, his eyeballs constantly shifting in different shapes as he activated various demonic eye techniques. However, the aura of Professor Sylph and "Wind Elf Queen Sylph" vanished again after that brief leak.

　He paused for a moment, then said to the void, "How long can you maintain this state? One minute? Two minutes? Can you last more than three minutes?"

　There was no reaction from the surroundings, only the night breeze flowing naturally.

　Aleister Aldridge calmed himself, clasped his hands together, and stirred up demonic energy, attempting to manipulate the flow of energy.

　A moment later, it released electricity from the lightning horn on its head, which spread rapidly in all directions, setting up a lightning field.

　But Professor Sylph and "Wind Elf Queen Sylph" never appeared again.

　It continued until 120 seconds later.

　The head of "Demon" Vernon slid silently down his neck.

　When the distance between the upper and lower sides of his neck exceeded a finger's width, "Demon" Vernon suddenly realized what was happening, and abruptly raised his hands to catch his head, which was still sliding downwards.

　But then, a bloodstain appeared on its left and right hands, slightly above its wrists.

　The incision was perfectly smooth, and the flowing blood provided lubrication, allowing the hands to slide down even faster.

　The head, held in both hands, naturally continued to slide down even faster.

　"Demon" Vernon opened his mouth, his facial muscles bulged, and the area between his eyes and mouth, across the bridge of his nose, became unbalanced from its absolute horizontal state, creating a difference between the upper and lower parts.

　Its head, too, was unknowingly split in two.

　"puff!"

　The aura of the "demon" was utterly overwhelming.

　Blood gushed from all the cuts all over his body at the same time.

　His entire body disintegrated on the spot.

　It fell down in pieces.

　It plummeted straight down to the ground.

　A sudden gust of wind swept up its corpse, preventing it from disturbing the townspeople below who were craning their necks to look up.

　Beneath this night sky, there were no other demons besides Aleister Aldridge.

　……

　At the same time, Professor Sylph finally appeared, already standing beside the "Bloodborne Sword Saint".

　The Bloodborne Sword Saint's magic was already depleted, and he relied entirely on Ophelia Brad's remote transmission.

　However, the long-distance transmission using magic cards is very slow, like a stream with only so many riverbeds, which can only sustain the magic spirit's existence but cannot quickly replenish its consumption.

　It was indeed too far away from Ophelia.

　But Professor Sylph appeared quietly and took out a magic card for replenishing magic power.

　"Are you Ophelia's magical spirit?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes falling on the "Holy Sword Spell" of the "Blood Source Sword Saint".

　As the pure magic power flowed into his body, the "Bloodborne Sword Saint" gradually regained his slightly weakened aura and nodded in agreement.