Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

But... isn't it strange?

Can the blood of the vampires really remain active under Elsa's contact?

If that's not possible, how did Charlie come back to life as a vampire?

At this time, the two dead disciples had struggled to get up from the ground. Just as Alman said, there was no fear in their eyes, only bloodthirsty eyes staring at Elsa.

“Blood…”

They rushed towards Elsa again. This time, Elsa showed no mercy. The moment the dead men rushed up, a cold light cut through their limbs and necks. The howling stopped abruptly, and the blood turned into blood-red ice crystals when it gushed out from the flat cuts. As the bodies fell to the ground, the blood-red crystals shattered into powder on the ground.

Elsa walked forward. The iron door had no handle, so Elsa broke it in half with her bare hands and tore it open like paper.

There were similar cells on both sides of the aisle, which also held dead apostles. As if they had smelled the scent of the living, they stretched out their claws towards Elsa from the narrow windows, roaring with all their might. Then, with a flash of white light, everything returned to silence.

"Fabric crossed the line."

Aisha said.

Alman nodded hurriedly, carefully observing Elsa's expression. He thought for a moment and said, "Fabrik insists that human blood is more suitable for the evolution of vampires. This is why most individuals who are successfully endowed with vampire blood are human."

He weighed his tone, knowing that Fabrique would surely be sentenced to death.

"Let's take him down first, and then we can deal with this place. There's no need to continue this experiment."

Alman knew this would be the result.

Elsa did not stay here for long and walked down the stairs. At this time, several figures with white hair and red eyes ran up the stairs quickly, and the two sides met face to face.

They were the guards here. They appeared here because they heard the noise from the upper floors. When they saw Aisha and Alman, they immediately became alert.

"Who are you! Stop, this is..."

Before he could finish his words, they were slammed into the ground one by one. The stairs could not withstand the strong impact and collapsed with a dull sound of falling bricks and stones.

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382. Monster in the Basement

The place where Fabrik used for research work was in the basement at the bottom of the castle. This was the information Elsa "asked" from the guards. Elsa dealt with the guards who blocked her way along the way, ignored the many magic traps, and went down from the corridor leading to the underground in the castle.

Although it was still daytime, the basement area was already pitch black. Most vampires seemed to prefer this kind of dark environment. It was not because they had to live in such a place, but because they had become accustomed to moving in the dark of night before growing into upper vampires. Therefore, even after they were freed from the restriction of being unable to move during the day, they still retained such a place during the construction of the castle.

Walking down the corridor, the air became increasingly colder, sticky and turbid, and the stench of blood and decay hit me in the face.

Alman lit torches and candlesticks along the way, illuminating the darkness and the dried blood on the ground, as if a thick layer of paint was splashed on the ground and walls. At the end of this sticky bloody road was a heavy metal door blocked by layers of spells, and the door was covered with dense red runes.

"This should be an iron door carved with mithril. It looks like it's cursed. If you force your way in..."

Holding a torch, Alman quickly glanced at the door covered with red runes. Before he could finish his words, Elsa kicked the iron door open. Layers of seals shattered like glass, and the heavy iron door collapsed directly along with the stone wall of the castle. Broken bricks and dust fell all over, blocking the view. At this moment, a bloody sharp knife suddenly pierced out from the raised dust and headed straight for Elsa's throat.

Elsa didn't even try to dodge. As the sharp knife fell on her throat, she reached out her hand through the dust and embedded it into the attacker's arm. With a slight force, there was a click. The blood-red runes on the blade of the sharp knife, along with the blade itself, shattered into pieces. At the same time, the attacker's arm was twisted into a strange arc. Behind the hazy dust, a heart-wrenching wail echoed in the empty underground space.

Alman watched silently from the side and felt a sense of shock.

Alman had never seen that knife before, but he could vaguely feel that it should be Fabrik's weapon. The blood curse runes on it were definitely not something for decoration. As a result, it didn't even pierce Elsa's skin - he saw with his own eyes that Elsa didn't use any magic or any defense at all, and she shattered the sharp knife with just the white and tender skin of her throat.

The wind rose in the small space, blowing away the dust and revealing the figure of the attacker. It was a man who looked too young - even weird. His skin was as smooth and shiny as a baby's, or as if it were some liquid. His white hair was meticulously combed back. He was half-kneeling in a painful posture, because one of his hands had been twisted off by Elsa, and the severe pain made him sweat all over his forehead.

"Are you Fabrice?"

Aisha asked, looking down at the man condescendingly.

The man did not answer her. He was terrified by the abnormal condition of being unable to mobilize the energy in his body. At the same time, he was also surprised by Elsa's powerful strength that made him completely unable to resist. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from Elsa's control. He hardened his heart and chopped his arm that was held by Elsa with a powerful knife.

puff-

The power of the vampires was very strong. The arm that was twisted off by Elsa was immediately cut off by himself. He retreated several steps in succession. At this time, the magic power in his body also recovered quickly. Without any hesitation, the man immediately turned around and ran to the basement, while urging the blood to restore his lost arm.

Elsa glanced at the basement, which was filled with a large number of devices of unknown purpose, several torture racks, and a huge prison cell closed with an iron door. It seemed that there was no one else. A man was lying in front of the prison cell and pulled open the lock with force.

“Harald!!”

The man shouted hoarsely, and the sound quickly spread in the empty underground tunnel. The lock of the prison was released, and the red light faded from the door. Then, with a shrill howl, a teeth-grinding creaking sound came from the prison, and a huge monster suddenly slammed open the iron door of the prison and pounced on Elsa.

It was indeed a monster, with sticky skin, twisted like a scabbed wound, and several long and pointed hind limbs like a spider, making the torso as the main body three or four meters high. In the center of the torso was a tumor, on which were also several fierce forelimbs with bared fangs and claws. The head was crookedly connected to the torso. If you look closely, you will find that the head, torso and any limbs are actually connected together by a very incongruous tumor.

The main body seems to be human-shaped, but the eyes have long been filled with tumors, and the body is patched up like rags, with no intact skin. The forelimbs and hind limbs are completely unrecognizable as what kind of creature they are.

When a normal person sees this thing, their first reaction would definitely be nausea and resistance, because it is simply like cutting off a human body and splicing it with the structure of other organisms.

Elsa frowned slightly, and without hesitation, she threw a straight punch towards the monster through the air. In an instant, the dim space was illuminated by a huge flow of magic power that flashed and disappeared.

Boom——

The deafening explosion shattered all the glass instruments in the space in an instant, turning into countless echoes reverberating in the air. Before Alman and the man could react, they saw that the huge monster that was still showing its fangs and claws a moment ago had its entire upper body turned into a ball of blood mist before it even took a step out of the prison. Not even a piece of flesh was left and it disappeared out of thin air. The prison behind it was also submerged as the entire basement structure collapsed. Only its lower limbs still maintained the posture of running, and they fell to the ground one by one with a puff, kicking convulsively in a pool of blood.

Foul-smelling winds and fiery magical currents raged in this small space.

In a trance, Alman seemed to see the scene of watching Elsa's arrival in front of the teleportation array. The man stared with astonishment, and then spat out a mouthful of blood - the contract between him and the monster was broken, and he was also retaliated.

Aisha walked towards the man with a cold face. Every step she took seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds on the man's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Please, please wait a moment!”

He has completely lost the desire to fight.

It's true that the monster looked unremarkable, but it was a very powerful "pet" that he had carefully selected from the excellent experimental subjects in his previous research, fused with the blood curse, and cultivated. Even with the constraints of the contract, he was completely unable to command the monster, so he locked it up. However, his proud pet was killed before it could even hold on for a moment, which made him realize how stupid it was for him to rush forward with a weapon just now.

"I surrender!"

He shouted hurriedly, but Elsa seemed not to hear him and kicked him in the jaw. He only felt the sound of his teeth breaking. The next moment, he crashed through the thick stone and half of his head was embedded in it.

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383. The Cross Appears Again

Fabrice was dizzy and knocked unconscious by the violent gust of air as the world spun around. He still couldn't understand one thing: where did this powerful man come from?

He was conducting his research in the basement until he felt the vibration coming from the castle's tower. Then he realized something was wrong and sent out guards, but no news came back from all the guards. The guards he sent out were like a stone sinking into the sea, so he stood guard at the door vigilantly and attacked the moment Elsa broke the door, and then the series of events just now happened.

Fabric couldn't keep his balance. As a vampire marquis, his strength was enough to make him stand out among the vampires. However, now he couldn't even use any strength, because for some reason, the magic power in his body did not respond to his call at all. Without the support of magic power, he was just a strong creature who couldn't even float in the air.

He fell straight down from the shattered ceiling, lying in the rubble and coughing up broken teeth and half of his tongue - when he was begging for mercy just now, before he could finish his words, Elsa kicked him up, which broke his teeth and bit off his tongue.

"Wait...I, I surrender, I surrender!"

He lay on the ground and spoke loudly and vaguely, as if he was holding a mouthful of boiling hot porridge. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, his whole body was gray, and he looked extremely miserable.

But he had no choice. He knew that he was no match for Elsa, and for some reason, all the magic power in his body became sluggish. The magic power that originally flowed like a river now became a stream, making it difficult for him to recover from his injuries.

Aisha obviously had no intention of letting him off easily.

Because she had seen too many bloody scenes along the way - this castle was a castle full of vengeful spirits.

"Do you know how to beg for mercy now? Did those people in the tower beg for mercy when they faced death? Did you let them go?"

Although most people who have interacted with Elsa think that she is a good-tempered person, that is only relative to civilized society, where there are not so many conflicts between people that escalate into aggressive behavior. Because there are constraints of order and law, many things can be resolved with relatively gentle means, but that method does not work in many places in this world. Elsa has been here for more than two years, and her "good temper" has long since changed.

Elsa couldn't remember where she had seen that sentence: when the law cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is justified and even noble from that moment on.

Admittedly, what Aisha did was not so much a personal revenge as it was a form of lynching.

But for all the terrible things Fabrik had done, Aisha felt that it was not excessive.

"Inside the tower...?"

"What? - Don't tell me that the food of those dead apostles is made of dead people."

Elsa saw it clearly. There were piles of human bones in the rooms of the dead apostles. She had been in this world for more than two years and had seen many dead people during this period. She could still tell whether those bones were human bones or not.

Elsa can also distinguish the smell of the blood of the dead and the living.

And Alman also said that if a Dead Apostle wants to transform into a vampire, he must suck the blood of other humans - and Elsa had already discovered along the way that there are not only a few Dead Apostles in this castle, but Dead Apostles are imprisoned almost everywhere in the castle, and some other monsters are imprisoned in the lower area, and even twisted and weird creatures have appeared in the basement.

One can imagine how many experiments Fabric conducted here and how many people were killed in the experiments.

Fabrice tried to get up. "Let me explain... those people came here voluntarily!!"

"Volunteer?"

Elsa frowned slightly.

"Are there still humans in your castle?"

"No, no more! Really!" Fabrique said quickly. "My beautiful lady, I, I didn't lie to you. I also spent money to buy them—and that money went to their family..."

Before he could finish his words, Aisha's fist enlarged in his face.

bang——

Fabrice was thrown out like a sandbag, smashing the bottles and jars used for experiments behind him, and fell headfirst into a warehouse full of bloody and flesh specimens. Elsa followed him in and saw the tissues and organs soaked in alchemical solvents. The smell of blood in her face made her very uncomfortable.

"stand up."

Elsa said in a cold voice, and the dust gradually rose. Fabrice staggered to his feet from a pile of papers and broken wood boards. At this time, his entire face had become a piece of rotten meat, and he was unable to recover from his injuries at all.

Although this was not fatal for him as a vampire, the pain was real.

However, before he could stand firm, he met Elsa's golden eyes - a cross mark was unusually clear in those eyes, staring blankly at him. Just one glance, and Fabrik felt a huge oppressive force, causing his muscles to tighten unconsciously, and all the blood in his body began to flow in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he felt a spasmodic pain in his limbs, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. Even the pores of his skin oozed a faint dark red. In just a short breath, his clothes had turned blood red.

However, he couldn't move a finger, couldn't even breathe, and couldn't scream. The ground under his feet cracked and shattered at this moment, and then sank inch by inch. Fabrice opened his mouth, and his eyes were about to bulge out of his sockets, like a balloon about to be squeezed and burst.

He had no idea what was happening. It was as if his body no longer belonged to him, and the severe pain all over his body made it impossible for him to think.

This scene made Elsa frown slightly, and she suddenly realized something.

There it was again, this feeling, this urge to be able to control everything and want to control everything.

In fact, Elsa had a similar feeling when Dammas captured Grace, but she didn't pay much attention to it at the time, because she was more concerned about Vivian and Sophia at that time - but Elsa remembered very clearly that Grace almost died, just like Fabrice now.

Elsa hadn't intended to kill Fabric yet, she had only wanted to give him a hard time.

Elsa quickly turned her attention away from Fabrik.

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384. Castle Collapse

The moment Elsa's gaze shifted away, Fabrik flew straight backwards as if hit head-on by a speeding train, smashing through the wall with a dull thud.

The violent impact caused the already shaky basement to emit a teeth-grinding noise, and then as the first stone wall collapsed, the wall above also completely collapsed with a low roar. However, the rubble and soil avoided this area due to an invisible force, and the rubble that fell towards Elsa strangely stayed above her in a suspended posture.

Alman's eyelids twitched as he watched from the side until the rubble fell and the stairs collapsed. He just wanted to dodge, but unexpectedly found that the magic power in his body could not be mobilized, so he was buried directly in the ruins.

As the ground collapsed, the basement was exposed from under the castle, and bright light shone through the rising smoke and dust into the devastated ruins - it turned out that the basement was actually right below the castle's atrium.

In the center of the collapsed basement, Elsa slowly raised her head. Only then did she realize that the rubble around her was strangely suspended, as if something was blocking them from Elsa.

Because of the collapse of the basement, one side of the castle wall also collapsed. Several dead apostles staggered out from behind the collapsed wall, and they saw Elsa at first sight.

“Blood…”

They made indistinct sounds and immediately pounced towards Elsa. Before they got close, they suddenly fell to the ground and died without any warning.

Elsa did nothing but watched it all silently. She could clearly feel that the souls in those dead apostles had been shattered - although Elsa had not learned necromancy, she seemed to be able to see the whole process.

"This seems to be some kind of power that I don't have..."

Elsa squinted her eyes, glanced at the palm of her hand, then closed her eyes again to feel the magic power in her body. There was nothing unusual. When she opened her eyes again, the cross mark under her eyes slowly disappeared, and the stones floating around her finally fell down and were swept away by Elsa's wind magic.

Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the sound of sliding gravel came from behind, and the dirty Alman finally dug out of the ruins from the soil. As soon as he came out, he saw Elsa looking at him straight, and his heart skipped a beat.

But Elsa simply squatted down, reached into the rubble with one hand, and pulled the half-dead Fabric out. She threw him to Alman and said, "Take this guy out, don't let him die. I still have something to ask him - and then wait for me outside the castle."

After saying that, Elsa turned around and walked into the castle.

Alman seemed to have noticed Elsa's intention, and quickly picked up Fabric and ran out of the castle, fearing that he would be a step late.

After Alman took Fabrik out of the castle, Elsa checked the entire castle. There were indeed no living people here as Fabrik said, but there were many dead apostles, and Elsa could not let them exist.

Elsa returned to the collapsed atrium again, jumped lightly, the scenery receded in her eyes, and the entire picture of the castle fell into Elsa's eyes.

She raised her hand and threw a straight punch in the direction of the castle. With a sharp explosion, the flying snow cleared in an instant, and the huge cavitation distorted her vision. At the same time, the huge gray castle was completely crushed by Elsa's punch. Whether it was the towering towers or the solid iron walls, they were all reduced to powder in an instant, and disappeared from Elsa's sight together with the snow on the ground, leaving only a huge crater.