Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

In the past few days, Lesenba has been busy running around to various military camps on the front lines, and the news he has received is not very optimistic. The soldiers have suffered heavy casualties.

Some who couldn't bear to kill their companions locked them in a cellar where terrifying noises echoed all day long, sending chills down one's spine.

These zombie soldiers had clearly lost their basic consciousness, only knowing how to bite and tear, like puppets being controlled.

Looking at the once familiar faces before him, now unrecognizable, Lesenba said with heartache, "Isn't there any other way?"

Slade clearly stated in the telepathic communication mirror: "Only by sacrificing the goddess and using her healing blood to open the holy circle can they be saved; otherwise, there is no other way."

After saying that, Slade disappeared into the mirror, leaving Lesenba standing there in a daze.

Into the night

Suddenly, an urgent horn sounded from ahead, and a large wave of rotting corpses was attacking the castle where Lesenba and his group were located.

Seeing the dark, rotting corpses, the guards who had been on high alert panicked instantly; it was a certain death for each of them.

In the very center of the rotting corpses stood a man suspended in mid-air, surrounded by ghostly black smoke.

The man's long, jet-black hair flew wildly in the evening wind, his dark green eyes glowed red, and his ferocious face and the eerie black mark between his brows made him look sinister and terrifying.

This man is the leader who controls the entire horde of zombies, Pierre, the half-brother of Lesenba.

Pierre's mother was a member of the Gimichi tribe, so he is now their leader.

Pierre was ambitious and extremely jealous of his brother Lesenba, and wanted to kill him.

“Bilder, if you do this, even if you overthrow my independent regime, you will be despised by the world. You have made a deal with the devil and you will go to hell!” Thomas shouted desperately from the side.

But how could Bild, who was already blinded by profit, give up so easily?

With a slight lift of his hand and a few swipes of his fingers, Thomas was bent over by an invisible pressure, forced to his knees, and coughing up blood.

“He’s nothing but a dog by Lesenba’s side. How dare he speak to me? Let Lesenba come to see me in person.” Pierre’s voice was extremely shrill and eerie in the dark night.

“I am here. Our affairs should not involve the innocent.” Lesenba walked out from the crowd, the firelight illuminating his face, flickering on and off, but the compassion in his eyes was particularly striking.

Pierd burst into wild laughter: "Lesenba, stop pretending to be a saint. I've become like this because of you! You ominous person, you'll only harm everyone around you."

Just as Lesenba stepped forward to try and persuade him again, he was knocked back several steps by several palm strikes from Pierd, and knelt down, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Is this your reason for making a deal with the devil?"

"That's because you're just too strong. I can't compete with you. Even Cain originally chose you. Since you don't need his power, wouldn't it be better for me to use it?" Pierre's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was hideous.

Wherever Lesenba is, Pierre will always be second best, never able to be number one.

Cain, the first vampire of the first generation, was a prodigy with dark magic and the biological father of both of them. Because of his bloodlust and cruelty, he was suppressed in hell by the previous goddess with divine power. However, as the goddess's divine power dissipated, the power of suppression also weakened.

Pild made contact with him through a wizard. Although Cain only transferred one-tenth of his power to Pild, it was enough to cause widespread devastation.

Soon, the surrounding soldiers began fighting the rotting corpses, and screams and wails echoed through the sky.

Hordes of people and rotting corpses fell, and blood flowed on the already parched land, staining the entire earth red.

“Bierd, they are your people too! How could you be so selfish as to turn them into these inhuman, ghostly creatures?” Lesenba cried out to Pierd in anguish, trying to rouse the crazed Pierd.

Lesenba couldn't bear to watch his people suffer; if he could, he would prefer to bear those sufferings himself.

Cain should have been the one destroyed!

However, Pierre continued to do as he pleased, ignoring Lesenba's advice.

Lesenba gripped the cross on his chest, took a deep breath, and said, "Since that's the case, then I have nothing to hold back anymore."

Lesenba turned around and roared in Thomas's direction, "If I lose control in the end, remember to finish me off with the Holy Arrow."

"No, don't go! You're going to your death!" Thomas tried to stop Lesenba, but he was injured and no match for Lesenba. He was quickly taken down by Lesenba.

Just as Pierre was triumphantly directing the indiscriminate slaughter of innocent civilians by sitting on a rotting corpse, a red light rose from the ground and shot straight at Pierre's lifeline.

Before Pierre could react, he was taken down by Lesenba in a crushing defeat.

Just when he thought he was about to be knocked down, Pierre got back up and launched a frenzied attack on Lesenba.

Two figures fought fiercely, descending from the sky and descending to the ground.

In the end, Lesenba narrowly won. After Lesenba crushed Pierre's skull with his own hands, his consciousness entered a fiery hell.

All around were the agonizing wails of the dead.

Lesenba knew that he was currently in hell.

"My child, you have finally come." The raging fire transformed into a human figure and walked up to Lesenba.

"Cain, the way you lured me here is too pathetic," Lesenba gritted his teeth.

Leshenba was the child Cain forced the goddess to give birth to.

Therefore, while Lesenba possessed great power, he was also rejected by the goddess.

As a child, Lesborne unintentionally used dark magic, which led him to Hell where he met Cain.

When Lesenba was rescued, he was afflicted with a demonic curse, which is the origin of the curse mark...

Cain bent over and laughed maniacally: "I have tormented you with curse marks for so long, and you have not committed suicide to come to hell to find me. So I have no choice but to force you to come to me by making you kill your own blood relatives."

"Why does it have to be me?" Lesenba asked, puzzled.

"You are the person I have ever met who best fits my personality. Your bloodline is pure, your talents are extraordinary, and the bloodlust in your bones has always been screaming, hasn't it?"

Cain's physical body was destroyed by the goddess, and he has been searching for a new body to house him ever since.

Lesenba looked at Cain, who was grinning menacingly, and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

What blood relatives? It's just to force him to come see me, and only to take his place.

Cain patted Lesenba's handsome face with satisfaction, "But you're being rather ungrateful. I could have spared you some suffering, but not anymore. Your soul has already entered hell, so your body is now at my disposal! Hahaha!"

God said: If a vampire with divine status uses dark magic and does not gain the forgiveness of the goddess, their soul will ultimately go to hell.

Lesenba has already used it once, and was forgiven by the previous goddess. So using black magic again would be unforgivable. Once you're in hell, there's no going back, unless the goddess is willing to sacrifice herself in exchange.

Therefore, Cain believed that the half of his soul that remained in Pild's body could return.

"you are wrong."

Cain looked at the calm-faced Lesenba with some suspicion, waiting for Lesenba's explanation.

"Haven't you noticed that you still can't control my physical body? Otherwise, why would you be wasting your time with me here?"

Cain didn't believe it and tried everything he could, but found he couldn't control Lesenba's body at all. "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, I just drank a whole pot of holy water," Lesenba explained.

“That’s only a matter of time. Once the holy water is used up, I…” Cain hadn’t finished speaking when he felt a sharp pain in his chest and exclaimed in horror, “What else have you done?”

"I simply let Thomas end my life with the Holy Arrow!"

“No, no, this is impossible.” Cain was almost driven mad.