Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

He has always been proud of being a member of the Silver Demon Clan and a contemporary Demon General.

He looked down upon the vampire lords who lived with humans in the northern border of the empire, just like the "peace advocates" in the Demon King's territory. The failure of the Demon King's War broke the backbone of those cowardly demons. As demons, they became the spokespersons of foreign races and turned against their own compatriots.

"If I were them, even if I couldn't defeat that nun, I would make her pay a heavy price! Assassinating members of the Vatican, assassinating those close to her—aren't they good at that? As long as we seize the initiative and keep that guy busy, we can then deal with the Sage and the Empire. Maybe we can even have a chance of survival. Otherwise, given their current situation, no matter how much they try to escape, it will only be a slow death."

In fact, Brucifer did so. He had a group of loyal warriors under his command, who were elite forces that he had spent a lot of effort to cultivate.

Those assassins have been on standby. If Brucifa has to face Elsa in the future, he will play this card - the assassins will immediately kidnap and assassinate everyone related to Elsa, hindering Elsa's actions to the greatest extent and buying more time for their plan.

Of course, that was a desperate strategy. If he wasn't forced into a corner, he wouldn't be willing to provoke Elsa now - at least not before their other arrangements were completed.

"The Duke of the North?" Roronoa looked puzzled. "Are you referring to the Duke of Charlbris?"

"If not him, who else could it be? Among the vampires, there are only a few old fellows who can be called heroes."

There are only two duke-level vampires in the entire North.

One is the old chief, the other is Charlbliss. Since the former is dead, the latter is naturally the one being referred to.

Brucifa's face was filled with longing. "We crossed paths with him fifty years ago. Although we were enemies then, you know that the current territory of Duke Chalbliss was once the northern headquarters of our Demon King's army. That place has not been annexed by the Empire until today, and countless warriors have fallen on that land.

The former Empress of the Empire once extended an olive branch to him, but he refused. "I admire him for not bowing to the might of humanity. It's a shame he's too rigid, and humanity can't control him, so we won't gain much benefit. Otherwise, if we could recruit a vampire duke, our strength would be even greater, and our plan would surely go much more smoothly."

Brucifa sighed.

They once tried to have a brief contact with Charlblis, but unfortunately Aschero thought he was not suitable as an ally. Aschero was a contemporary cunning demon general. As their brain, he was also one of the few demon generals whose heritage had not been broken. No one would question Aschero's decision, so the matter of winning over Duke Charlblis was eventually shelved.

"Come to think of it, I remember Alman went to look for him. What happened?"

"Your subordinate doesn't know. I haven't received any news about the Duke of Charlemagne recently."

"Yeah, probably went to sleep. Those vampires like to lie in dark coffins."

Brucifa shrugged nonchalantly and walked into the tavern.

The mixed aromas of food and wine, wrapped in a warm heat wave, hit his face. Brucifa took a deep breath of satisfaction and found a corner to sit down. The servant also shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders and sat down beside him.

Brucifa casually ordered a few glasses of wine and some fruit. For Brucifa, who had lived in the Demon King's Territory since childhood, meat was readily available and not a rarity. Instead, it was the cheaper fruit and wine that were rare. Because in a deadly place like the Demon King's Territory, these things simply couldn't grow. Only a few plants that relied on magic essence could survive.

Tasting the sweet and sour berries, Brucifa felt a sense of emotion.

"Humans occupy the richest and most luxurious land on this continent. Look, even the lowliest humans can enjoy such abundant food and delicious wine with cheap silver. Yet, we can only live in a desolate corner, enduring the daily washing of the demonic element and fighting among ourselves in the dark and gloomy demonic cave."

Roronoa said nothing, but nodded in agreement.

He is a quiet person by nature.

They stayed in the tavern for a while, chatting here and there. It was mostly Brucifer who did the talking, complaining about the current situation in the Demon King's Territory. Of course, no one else could hear what he was saying, and Roronoa remained silent most of the time.

Unlike the Silver Demons, the Lacoste Giants were not a large clan, and Roronoa had never had ambitions as lofty as Brucifer. The reason he followed Brucifer was entirely because there was a very ancient contract between the Lacoste Giants and the Silver Demons, and they were destined to live as vassals of the Silver Demons from birth.

Not long after, a diner walked out and left a small gray-black box behind as he passed by them.

"News from Aschero."

Brucifa took a quick glance and put the box in his palm. He was not in a hurry to open it to check, but continued to drink.

However, he was already impatient in his heart. He was looking forward to what new instructions Aschero would bring him - he knew that Aschero was now with the Demon King's daughter. The Demon King's daughter was the future and hope of the entire demon clan, and for Brucifa, it was faith.

"Walk."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Brucifer asked Roronoa to pay the bill and left the tavern.

He turned into a small alley, eagerly checking the message in his hand. A few short characters appeared on the surface of the metal box, but the anticipation on Brucifer's face suddenly disappeared, and he frowned tightly.

"What's wrong, sir?"

"We have to leave. There's something wrong at the harbor." Brucifa took a deep breath, frowning as if thinking about something. "Several vampires have sneaked into the harbor, and they've set their sights on our ship."

If one wants to escape from the west coast to the western continent, a sturdy long-distance ship is undoubtedly necessary. Otherwise, even if one can find those mermaids to lead the way, one will certainly not be able to cross the stormy sea.

If it were a month ago, Brucifer wouldn't have minded giving Alman and the others a ride. Even though they'd lost their old leader, the organization's old members were still there, which was a significant boost. However, the situation was different now. Alman had provoked that nun, so how could Brucifer be willing to have anything to do with him?

"Our ship? The vampires?" Roronoa was stunned. "Could it be Alman—No, there's no way he could know our movements."

He was very confused.

"It's unclear whether they were sent by Alman, but I'm afraid no other vampires would be there at this time." Brucifa pondered for a moment. "Those vampires probably don't know that the ship belongs to us. They're just targeting our merchants. Aschor has arrived at the port, and we have to hurry over. Although Aschor and their old leader had many collaborations in the past, since Alman is now in charge, we must be prepared to break off relations with them.

Damn it, we still have to worry about this kind of thing."

Brucifa was in a bad mood.

In order to get a ship, Brucifa naturally did a lot of work. In this season when the port is blocked by ice and snow, apart from a few merchant ships of large chambers of commerce, only their ships are ready to sail at any time - perhaps it is because of this that the vampires have become interested.

Who wouldn’t want to reap the benefits without doing anything?

Brucifa didn't want to make things difficult for those vampires, and more importantly, he didn't want those vampires to attract Elsa Faris.

"Let's go to Bolmo!"

……

The next day, Grace, Novi, Yabo and others arrived at the Barony of Fisher.

Elsa had Baron Fisher prepare rest rooms for Novi, Yabo, Grace, and Lacey. Yabo had originally planned to let Novi rest and leave, but Elsa persuaded him to stay. Elsa had no intention of letting Novi go at this stage. After all, Novi was a witch, and the second witch after Grace to consume Elsa's blood. Both Tricia and Grace planned to keep her for a few days to see how things went.

This is a rare observation subject, especially for Grace, as it concerns the future of the witch, so it is natural for her to do so.

"Okay, you must have been exhausted on the journey. Go and rest first. If you have anything, you can come directly to Fisher or me."

Elsa treated Fisher as a butler.

"And the gray deer outside, take good care of it."

Aisha gave Fisher another order and left.

She didn't walk far and found a quiet place nearby to sit down. She did nothing but relax, close her eyes, and wait quietly for something.

"It's prayer time now, it should be soon."

Aisha thought to herself.

Sure enough, after a while, a vague voice sounded in her mind.

"...Supreme Goddess, I thank you for the abundance you have bestowed upon this land..."

It started with a simple prayer, and then the beautiful voice gradually became clearer.

"I ask you, please help me face the trials and challenges, support me with your great power, guide me always on the right path, and protect me from the temptations of evil."

"Hmm...my cheek is a little itchy...no one will notice if I scratch it secretly, right?"

"I apologize to you for not fully following Archbishop Rigatu's teachings. He asked me to give up practicing martial arts and boxing, but I refused. But don't worry, I will not neglect my practice of Holy Light."

"I really want to be like Elsa-sama..."

"I confess to you that I accidentally punched through the bathhouse while practicing boxing, and Sister Shaya happened to be bathing there."

"Sister Shaya has a great figure, unlike me. I'm so envious..."

"I want to eat grilled fish from my hometown..."

The mumbling continued, and Elsa kept listening.

In fact, Elsa suddenly started to hear these voices yesterday. At first, she didn't quite understand what was going on. She just found that the voice was probably the same person's voice and was very familiar. Later, she discovered that the owner of the voice was Saint Inksa - if there was no panel, Elsa probably wouldn't think of her immediately. After all, Elsa and Inksa didn't actually spend much time together, and she didn't know much about this contemporary saint, the person she would have to protect in the future.

But seeing such a large panel in front of her, Elsa immediately came to her senses.

[-Holy Envoy (Inksha Sabrina)-Piety: 50-]

This message was displayed on the panel.

Aisha guessed that this was why she could hear Inksa's prayer.

……

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513. Betray a Person (4K1)

A few days later.

The north finally welcomed the warm sunshine after a long absence, which was rare in the winter invaded by the cold wave magic. Just like Alman's mood at the moment, the sun was shining and the sky was clear - it was so comfortable and pleasant.

Although he is a vampire, he has no special preference for sunlight.

In the deep forest covered with snow——

The temporary cave was quite tidy. Although there were only a few candles inside for lighting, it was clean and warm, and seemed like two different worlds compared to the icy and snowy outside.

The vampires living here are all enjoying this relaxing and leisurely time.

But many people are also worried.

Because they felt that Alman's decision at this time was inappropriate. They had not yet escaped the threat of the rumored devil nun, and it was not the time to relax.

Honeysuckle had been starving almost all the way here. In order to conceal their whereabouts, they drank the blood of hunted animals. When they dug temporary caves to rest, they only dug small holes and did not dare to leave obvious traces. They were not as ostentatious as they are now, as if they were afraid that they would not be discovered from outside.

However, some people raised objections, but the leader Alman had no intention of accepting them and continued to do as he pleased.

Alman, now dressed in a neat outfit, held a glass of wine, a few clots of solidified blood floating in the dark glass. If the current conditions weren't so restrictive, Alman would have preferred a glass of fresh blood. This iced, old blood tasted terrible, barely satisfying at all, and offered little else.

Vampires all love blood, and only the blood of living things can make them feel happy. A knowledgeable alchemist once believed that this was because fresh blood contains the "power of the soul of a living being" that vampires need.

Who knows? Armand doesn't care.

He took a sip of the wine and flipped through the fragments in his hand in the dim light of the candlestick.

"It seems that I will indeed work under that devil nun. Tsk tsk, it's a pity that the prophecy is incomplete. I can only make a rough guess. I really don't know what I was thinking at that time to be bribed by my enemies.

But it didn't matter. As long as I was alive, everything would be fine. The last thing I lacked was time. This was just a temporary relegation, and I could still plan for the future. And it was hard to say whether this was a blessing or a curse—Devilla's prophecy wasn't wrong. In the future, I would have a place under that nun, which meant I would also be under her protection.

The prophecy was so, and it was clear that everything I was planning would fail. However, after I was captured, I wasn't killed by the nun, but instead I was taken into her service. Thanks to this, the Empire and the Sages won't do anything to me."

Alman was still holding the fragments of the Book of Daevara, pondering every word. He had read these pages over and over again at least a hundred times, but still had no intention of putting them down.

He was constantly pondering the contents recorded therein, and was also thinking a lot about it.

I wonder who wrote this "Book of Daevara"?

In the old chief's notes, "The Book of Daevara" is called the "Holy Book of Blood Clan". This statement does not seem to come from the old chief's mouth, but is a legend that has existed for a long time.

However, the origin of the legend cannot be verified.

Alman flipped through countless books and volumes, but gained nothing. He looked through all the famous prophets, fortune tellers, stargazers, and powerful wizards of various races in the history of the continent, but did not get any desired results.

In fact, the old chief had studied all of this a long time ago, but it was obvious that he couldn't find the answer.

After thinking for a while, Alman took out a square metal box.

He seemed to be recalling something, then he twisted the box awkwardly a few times as if trying something out, and several lines of symbols appeared on the surface of the box.

This box was something that Yue had obtained from the mysterious man. He had been planning to visit the Duke of Charleblis to ask for assistance, and on his way out, he encountered the mysterious man, the same man with whom the old leader had held numerous secret meetings. Undoubtedly, the mysterious man had known that Alman would seek out Charleblis, and had therefore been waiting for him along the route he would take.

Now that I think about it, that guy was very dangerous.

The mysterious man claimed to be the cunning demon general Aschero. Alman was not surprised by this because only guys at the demon general level were qualified to cooperate with the old leader. Aschero approached him and proposed a deal - Aschero would provide Alman with a way to cross the stormy sea, and Alman must promise to continue working for Aschero in the future.

Just like the old chief.

Alman naturally agreed, he had no choice.

This box is what can be used to communicate with Aschero. It is a sophisticated magic device that even he has never seen before. The engraving craftsmanship on it does not seem to be a product of this era.

Recalling what Aschero had said to him at that time, Alman took out this thing again, broke it a few times and showed a playful expression.

He is not stupid. He almost died in the Battle of Dammas. How could he be willing to continue working for Aschero at this point?

The demons are not good people, at least the Cunning Demon General is definitely a smart man. Alman even has a vague premonition that he should stay away from Aschero.

Alman was very sure that Aschero must be planning something. What she instigated the old leader to do and her arrangement in Dammas were definitely not as simple as resurrecting the undead demon general.

Because a single demon general is not enough to change the current fate of the demons, and destroying a Dammas fortress will not cause any serious damage to the current human beings. The only valuable thing is to take the opportunity to severely damage the arcane sage - but all this cannot fundamentally change the situation of the war. Instead, it will provoke the anger of the empire and even all mankind. At that time, the Church will definitely not sit idly by.

But even so, Aschorus still did this, which means she must have a deeper plan.

There was also the black dead branch that Aschero brought them. Alman still keeps it a secret when recalling the horrible aura he felt from the dead branch.

"Since fate has made me a servant of Elsa Faris, will I be appreciated if I betray Ascelo?"

Should he do this?

The prophecy did not explicitly mention all of this, but Alman now became more and more convinced of one thing: if fate allowed him to obtain this magic box, there must be a reason for it.

Besides, if his decision goes against the arrangement of fate, then fate will definitely correct it.