Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

380. Some things cannot be thought about too much

In the open space behind the castle, the sunken ground had been repaired by the wizard waiting on the side. Elsa leaned against the side holding a book and watched Charlblis's combat training of Charlie.

"Ms. Shirley, you're not proficient enough in Blood Mist. Regardless of your fighting style, Blood Mist is a very necessary basic magic for a high-ranking vampire. It should become your body's instinct, not just a tool. Perhaps mastering the power of Blood Mist should be your initial training goal. I'm saying that you need to completely abandon your human 'habits'."

Chalblis said.

He could tell at a glance that Charlie was still too obsessed with her human identity and was unable to unleash her strength to fight. The so-called "human habits" did not refer to walking, talking, or various gestures in life, but a kind of self-recognition and understanding of the source of the vampire's power.

Just like humans learning magic, the first lesson for beginners is always to be taught how to understand the existence of magic and how to sense the flow of magic. This is the first step for any magician to enter the magic hall, and it is also a crucial step from beginning to end.

"Humans' magical perception organs are 'magic circuits' projected within the body by the soul. Through these circuits, humans gain the power to mobilize magic. However, with the death of the body, the transformation of the soul, and the awakening of the bloodline, the magical perception organs of vampires have disappeared from our limbs and bones. In other words, they have become internalized, merging with our blood along with our souls. Our ancestors thus pioneered a new magical system, 'Blood Curse Magic'. The blood atomization we use is itself a form of Blood Curse Magic."

In terms of physical strength alone, vampires are much stronger than humans, but compared to some sub-human races and some demons who are known for their strong physiques, it is actually nothing, not to mention some strong monsters or legendary creatures like dragons, whose physical strength is naturally stronger and more outstanding than that of vampires.

Some vampires also choose to practice human martial arts, but unfortunately, the stronger the vampires are, the more difficult it is for their bodies to adapt to martial arts. They cannot practice martial arts to proficiency like humans. This gap becomes more obvious as they reach the realm of the strong.

Therefore, the most powerful means of attack that the vampires rely on is still blood curse magic, and only a very small number of vampires will deliberately temper their bodies.

With the help of powerful blood curse magic and blood mist, a unique and powerful innate magic, the vampires can establish an advantage in battles with other races. Therefore, the current fighting method based on blood mist has evolved. The vampires regard blood mist as a superb defensive means. Although it is not as strong as dragon scales, its flexibility makes up for the shortcomings in strength.

In short, as long as the defensive measures are not broken, we can lay the foundation for victory, right?

——In other words, as long as you can break through the enemy's defense, you will destroy the enemy's chance of winning.

That's how Charlie fights.

In Chalblis's opinion, this fighting style was too radical, and he even felt it was "stupid", "rude" and ungraceful.

You can't just attack blindly in battle.

But Chalbliss didn't know whether to define Charlie's fighting style as "incorrect". After all, that was what Elsa had said. Wouldn't denying Charlie's fighting style be denying Elsa? Wouldn't that make Elsa unhappy?

He didn't think he was that stupid.

Moreover, in the final analysis, whether something is "correct" or not is always a truth gained through testing, a kind of "empiricism", and "empiricism" itself is not necessarily applicable to everyone.

If Charlie could win the battle this way, then it would be "right."

Therefore, Chalblis did not rush to conclusions, and the less he said, the less mistakes he made.

"like this."

As he spoke, Chalblis raised his hand. Under Charlie's surprised gaze, Chalblis's withered skin gradually faded, and fine blood vessels emerged.

"This is our 'magic circuit'. Every vampire's magic circuit is similar yet unique. Their directions are similar, so any vampire can learn blood curse magic. However, the veins of our blood vessels are unique. Feel and remember your own veins. This is the first step to understanding yourself..."

Charlie didn't know how to do it, so Charlbes demonstrated it to her from the beginning.

Aisha has been watching from the side.

It has to be said that as the Duke of the Vampire Clan, Chalblis is indeed much better at teaching people than Becky and Alman. On the one hand, it is because Becky and Alman have always been busy with tasks and therefore do not have much time to teach Charlie. On the other hand, it is also because Becky and Alman's situations are completely different from Charlie's. They cannot personally experience the difference in Charlie's cognition. Their experience is very shallow. Becky has only been a vampire for more than a year, and Alman has only been a few decades. Neither of them is enough to support them to become a good "coach", but Chalblis can.

At this moment, Tricia's crow flapped its wings and landed on the weapon rack beside Elsa. It didn't dare touch Elsa, but opened its mouth. Tricia's voice came: "Elsa, Her Majesty the Queen has begun to move. The earliest vanguard troops will arrive tonight. If I'm not mistaken, they should be the Royal Knights who are coming this time. They will take over the mithril veins here."

It seems that the list has been handed over to the Empire, which means that it is almost time for Elsa to start taking action - to eliminate the slightly troublesome and powerful cadres.

Elsa nodded.

"Tricia, can you please look after Charlie for a while? I can't leave her alone with Duke Charlbris. Only with you around can I feel at ease."

"I understand. Leave the rest to me. Also, do you need me to notify Alman and Baron Fisher?"

"Just ask Alman to come over."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crow turned into feathers and disappeared, and a sophisticated magic circle appeared where the feathers fell. With a flash of silver light, Alman appeared in front of Elsa with a confused look on his face. He held a notebook full of words in his hand. The moment he noticed Elsa's gaze, he immediately put the notebook back into his arms and stood up tremblingly.

"F-Lady Falice!?"

Alman's face was stiff, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead - he was just organizing the intelligence he had recently obtained and writing down his shady plans in his notes... and he came to this point while writing.

The things in the notes should not have been seen, right?

I think should not be?

Alman cautiously stole a glance at Elsa's expression, but Elsa's gaze was still unfathomable.

"It's your turn now. Take me to meet those cadres. Lead the way."

Aisha said.

Alman knew that he would have to go through the pain of being carried all over the sky again.

……

"Your use of bloodline power is somewhat superficial, Miss Xia Li. I can give you some practical suggestions on how to maximize the awakening of your bloodline power. Of course, this process may be a little awkward the first time you try it, just like when you first pick up a knife and fork."

Chalbliss muttered as he stared in amazement at Elsa jumping into the sky with Alman in her arms.

Aisha took Alman away, although in an extremely strange way, but Chalblis finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

To be honest, the pressure from Elsa staring at him was too great. Until now, he still didn't understand how he was defeated by Elsa's punch yesterday, but he knew that with the return of the Saint, the human race, favored by the Goddess, would usher in a prosperous era again.

Ironically, humans have always regarded the coming of the Saint as the sword given to them by the goddess to deal with disasters, but for other races such as the vampires, the coming of the Saint means more that humans can retain more strength to survive the upcoming unknown disasters.

But they, the vampires, did not have such good luck - their ancestors did not bring them protection.

For years, Chalbliss had pondered the true purpose of his pursuit of the First Ancestor's bloodline. Where did the urge, imprinted deep within his soul, originate? Was there any real meaning in the endless pursuit of an "end" that had never been truly verified by the vampires?

He had no answer, but was pushed forward step by step in that direction by the obsession deep in his heart.

This feeling was very strange. He thought he would resist because of the doubts in his heart, but in the end he gladly accepted this fate.

Chalbliss sighed.

At this time, Xia Li once again showed her extraordinary talent. With the awakening of her bloodline power, Xia Li completely entered the atomized state.

The scarlet, pure fog and the inexplicable feeling of oppression appeared again, and Chalblis couldn't help but take a step back.

"What an amazing bloodline power, Miss Xia Li. Who gave you this bloodline?"

Chalbliss couldn't help asking.

"Why are you asking that?" Charlie didn't answer.

At this moment, Tricia suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said with a smile, "It was Elsa who had been feeding her with blood. Why, do you find it incredible?"

“It’s incredible.”

Chalbliss made no secret of his praise.

"How did she do it?"

Chalbliss was eager to clarify this question.

How could Elsa Faris cultivate a vampire as powerful as Charlie in just one year? No, there must be some secret.

Chalbliss was convinced that either Elsa had deceived him, and that Charlie's vampire age wasn't just a year, but decades, perhaps even centuries. Or, perhaps the person who had bestowed Charlie's bloodline had mastered some secret method of refining bloodline, a method that vampires had been pursuing with unbridled passion, yet as far as Chalbliss knew, no one had succeeded. Could it be that someone had already achieved success, only to have it fall into human hands? This might explain Elsa's deliberate concealment of his secrets.

Obviously, the former is less likely, because Charlie's unfamiliarity with the power of the vampires does not seem to be pretended at all.

Moreover, Charlie's bloodline power gave Chalbliss a very strange feeling, and even made him feel invisible pressure - it might make sense if the origin of this feeling was explained as due to the secret method.

If there really is such a secret method, then can Chalbliss break through the shackles of his bloodline and reach a realm above the duke?

But thinking of this, Chalbliss suddenly had an absurd guess - could it be that it was because Charlie drank Elsa Faris's blood that...

Generally speaking, this isn't possible, right? Even the blood of a true dragon can't do it, not to mention that human blood and true dragon blood are far inferior. Even the blood of a powerful being can never compare to the true blood that nourishes the soul of a giant dragon.

"Continue with your mission. Don't have any bad ideas. I'll be watching you."

Tricia looked at Charlbris meaningfully, then disappeared again.

At this time, Chalbliss was already unable to calm down, and all kinds of random thoughts began to ferment in his mind. It was his bloodline that was pushing him, constantly urging him to pursue more powerful bloodline power and get closer to the ancestor.

Which one is the truth?

Chalblis suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't think about it too much.

……

In the east of Barony Fisher and north of Kroros City, beyond the snow-capped forests and towering snow-capped peaks, one can see a small town nestled in a river valley. The terrain curves down from the mountain peaks in a gentle curve. In the previous life, this would have certainly been an excellent ski resort.

This is Mick Town, the territory of a vampire marquis named "Fabrik" among the cadres. Although he is a vampire marquis, his territory is not large, it is just a small town. The town itself does not even look as prosperous as Baron Fisher's territory. The snow-capped peaks on both sides make it look as if it is isolated from the world. Within the simple walls are houses that spread from the bottom of the mountain to the lowlands. Standing outside the town, you can see the desolate streets that no one cares about.

The only thing that stands out is the gray castle standing in the center of the town, which is so eye-catching that one cannot help but notice it at a glance.

Elsa landed directly on the top of the middle tower of the gray castle. Alman lost his balance and fell to the ground. Now he felt dizzy and cold all over, but he didn't have time to shiver. He immediately got up and followed Elsa.

Elsa pried open the iron window with her bare hands, kicked open the "door" of the tower, and walked in.

"At this time, Fabrice should still be..."

Before Alman finished his words, several people with shriveled skin, white hair and red eyes rushed up with roars.

"Blood... fresh blood..."

They howled, their cloudy eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness, and then—with two bangs, Elsa slapped them one by one and they flew away and embedded themselves in the wall. The entire tower seemed to be shaking, and dust fell down.

……

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381. Dead Apostle

Fabric, as a vampire marquis, is already a top figure in the vampire race, which is not a large one. Generally speaking, vampires who have reached the status of marquis possess considerable strength and overwhelming power, but Fabric's territory is built in a very remote and narrow river valley. Even the Barony of Fisher is much larger than this place.

This made Aisha feel a little confused.

Logically speaking, since he works for the organization, there is no reason for Fabrik to only control such a small territory.

"Are they all vampires?"

Elsa casually knocked away two figures that rushed towards her, and her eyes fell on the two figures - they looked a little strange. These two figures looked completely different from the usual vampires. Their skin was shriveled and their eye sockets were sunken. Compared to vampires, they looked more like dried corpses that had been dead for many days.

"They... should all be Fabrique's research subjects..."

Alman showed a hint of hesitation and spoke in a measured tone.

"Much like Becky's original owner, the old leader recruited researchers like them who were obsessed with studying how to improve the bloodline of the vampires, or strengthen blood curse magic and ghouls. He intended to strengthen the organization through other means, or find a path to the 'ancestral bloodline'. Marquis Fabrice was one of them, and for this reason, he did not join the attack on Dammas Fortress."

Just like Becky, she was not asked to join the attack on Fort Dammas, but went to the Great Western Forest early.

"Research subject?"

Elsa's eyes swept across the current room and she found that this room was more like a prison built in a high tower than the living quarters and warehouses in the castle. In front was a thick iron door with only a narrow hole showing, and in the back was an iron window that Elsa had torn open directly. It was also thick and solid, and the walls and door were covered with sharp scratches.

And, large patches of dried blood.

Apart from these two inhuman, half-ghost creatures, the prison was filled with a faint stench of decay, and in the corners of the prison were scattered eerie white bones - they were clearly human bones, and that was the source of the stench.

Elsa's eyes turned cold and she frowned slightly.

"This is no different from a ghoul, right? Is this Fabric's research?"

Using living people to feed dead apostles? Those dried blood don't look like traces left by a corpse.

No wonder this town is so deserted.

Alman also noticed the change in Aisha's eyes and said quickly:

"Dead Apostles are more vicious and powerful than ghouls. They are cursed creatures born from an 'unfinished curse'... or rather, cursed blood. Dead Apostles are monsters born from corpses with broken souls, intermediate between vampires and undead. The spell that summons them comes from a long-lost ancient book. Because the curse is incomplete, Fabric, as the caster, cannot control the Dead Apostles and can only imprison them here. Dead Apostles have no reason to speak of, and will only allow their bloodlust to dominate them."

Elsa shook her head.

"Is this also for evolution?"

"Yes... because Dead Apostles are very special. They are both undead without a complete soul and vampires without a complete bloodline. In other words, they should be considered the living dead. However, they can evolve into complete vampires by feeding on fresh blood of their own kind or being endowed with bloodlines. Considering the age of that ancient book, Dead Apostles are generally believed to be the original form of vampires."

Elsa suddenly stopped and slowly shifted her gaze to Alman.

Alman was stunned, and felt a very unfamiliar fear in Elsa's eyes - he had felt the feeling of facing death from Elsa more than once, but this feeling now was different from any time before.

"go on."

"Oh...oh..." Alman wiped the sweat off his face. "That's why many vampires study the process of Dead Apostles becoming vampires, trying to understand how the original vampires came into being and the secrets of the ancestral blood... But unlike vampires in the ordinary sense, vampires evolved from Dead Apostles have no memories of their past lives because their souls have been shattered."

Simply put, ordinary vampires appear through the bestowal of blood, while Dead Apostles seem to have magnified this entire process.

Aisha pursed her lips and said nothing.

She couldn't help but think of Charlie.

In fact, ever since Elsa became more and more aware of the power of her magic to dispel, she would often unconsciously recall that day a year ago.

The blood used that day actually belonged to that vampire woman.