The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The girl sitting on the eaves looked much more playful. If you looked closely, you could see that the faces of the two girls under the hoods were very similar, just like a pair of twins with completely opposite personalities.

“My father said that after the Moon Goddess fell into slumber, our strength in Valen has become very weak. We can no longer take any risks to be noticed by the forces in the public eye, whether it is the Saintess, the police station, or the Hermitage.”

"I know, sister, I was just saying."

The girl by the eaves pouted, "And that detective, he also likes to meddle in other people's business. He could have disgusted that annoying saintess."

"Don't have any thoughts about the saintess."

The aloof girl's voice turned stern, "Just because she hasn't regained her memories doesn't mean she's someone we can handle!"

The younger sister then said with some frustration, "We're now considered members of the Full Moon Order, can't we even take revenge for Him?"

"No."

The older sister said in a deep voice, "Don't think about anything else. Father is our only faith."

"Okay, I was just saying. Whether the Moon Goddess lives or dies has nothing to do with me, hahaha. As long as those stupid plague hunters under her are still usable, that's fine."

"Get serious, it's time to move on to the next step."

"Okay..."

The younger sister sighed, then fiddled with her fingers in mid-air, as if examining some kind of panel in the void. "Um, these fancy things from the traveler from another world... what was it again?"

"'Social system'."

"Oh... I found it."

After a pause, a sly smile appeared on her face. "Hey, this is my favorite part."

……

The scene returns to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police headquarters.

Van Hessin pulled a rope from his waist and was about to tie up the werewolf who was dying on the ground when the latter suddenly convulsed and let out a strange roar from his throat.

The beast's eyes widened, as if it were the last struggle of a dying man.

"What happened to him all of a sudden?! You didn't actually kill him, did you?!"

Greg, who was watching from the sidelines, exclaimed in surprise.

This werewolf is likely to be an important clue, the key to uncovering the mastermind behind it all.

"That doesn't make sense. How could an adult werewolf die from just two punches?"

Van Helsing frowned. "Unless this guy... hiss, this guy isn't a real werewolf."

"What do you mean?"

Greg was completely bewildered.

Van Hessin placed his heavy hand on the werewolf's chest, which was already barely breathing, and then lifted the werewolf's upper jaw to examine the fangs in its mouth. After that, he actually put his hand directly into the werewolf's gaping maw.

"Hey, watch out!"

Greg was stunned. He wouldn't even dare to put his hand into the mouth of a stray dog ​​he encountered on the road. This guy was incredibly bold.

Van Helsing then used a little force and managed to pry something out of that foul-smelling mouth.

"呲"

With this movement, the werewolf on the ground suddenly emitted a thick aura of blood, like a cloud of red mist suddenly exploding.

A moment later, the werewolf's burly body slowly withered away, gradually transforming back into the human form that everyone had just seen.

"what have you done?"

Greg asked in surprise.

"Holy Remains".

Van Helsing held a broken fang between his fingers, raising it high in the air to show Greg and the detectives around him, “The methods of the Samuel Order.”

"He was originally just an ordinary person, but he gained the power to become a werewolf through the sacred remains."

"Of course, he also paid a price for this; the Holy Relic drained his life in less than five minutes."

As Van Helsing said, after the fangs were removed, what lay on the ground was nothing more than a lifeless corpse.

Those two brief moments when he was able to move were perhaps just the lingering effects of the Holy Remains' power.

"Damn it, they never intended for us to capture them alive in the first place."

Gregor naturally understood Van Hessing's meaning, and then he immediately turned to the still-trembling onlookers, "Oh, dear citizens, you are safe now! But as you just heard and saw, this cultist died under the influence of heretical evil forces, and had nothing to do with the Royal Police. We were only forced to fight him to protect your safety..."

"They're still doing public relations at a time like this."

Ella chuckled softly from the side.

“Our dear detective friend has always been very dedicated.”

Detective Ford smiled too.

However, as he spoke, Ford glanced at the corpse on the ground again. He felt that there was something subtly strange about the place, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Just then, a detective suddenly ran out of the corridor behind them, looking flustered, and rushed towards Inspector Greg, who was trying to calm the crowd.

"Sir! Sir! Sir!"

"What are you in a hurry for?"

Greg glared at him.

"The Royal Palace!!! That conch shell just spoke! It said the next bomb is in the Royal Palace!!!"

Greg's expression, which had just begun to ease, froze instantly, and his brain seemed to explode again with a buzzing sound.

"Wh...wh...I'll fucking stab you in the back!!!"

Greg, no longer caring about his image in front of the public, strode towards the office, his face pale. "What exactly did it say?! What exactly did it say?!"

"Looks like tonight is going to be a long night..."

Seeing Greg's hurried appearance, Ford turned to Ella and nodded, "Shall we go and see what's going on, ma'am?"

Chapter 128 The Phantom of the Opera

The new information threw the Royal Canadian Mounted Police into chaos.

Under the same night sky, about three miles away at the Fog City Grand Theatre, the opera "Midnight Nightmare" had reached its climax.

Amidst dazzling lights, a deep red curtain, and a magnificent stage, the male lead, playing the role of the "Nightmare," kneels on the ground, singing moving lyrics to the female lead who is suspended in mid-air by a zipline.

In the dim light, in the crowded stands, the disguised vampire girl Evelina nestled against the priest Lucas sitting beside her, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with a small handkerchief.

"Waaaaah, so pitiful, Mr. Nightmare."

"Hey, Lucas, Lucas, if I were poisoned like Meradas, would you rather become a monster than not save me?"

"Well, actually, I think I couldn't beat someone who could create a drug that could poison even vampires, even if I risked my life..."

"Are you an idiot?! That's why I asked you if you wanted to become a monster!"

Lucas then scratched his cheek. "Um... shall we change it? By the way, Evelyna, did you smell a faint fragrance...?"

"Don't change the subject! What do you mean by 'change'?! You sound so reluctant! Don't you love me anymore?!"

"No, I was just thinking for a moment that it's impossible for such a coincidence to happen, it doesn't make sense..."

"Bullshit! You just don't love me anymore!"

"No, really! Evelyna, you know I love you!"

"Liar! This afternoon you said I wasn't the most beautiful woman in your eyes!"

"No, why do you still remember this..."

Lucas gave a helpless wry smile, dodging Evelyna's small hand that was pinching his arm. "Ouch, sweetie, don't pull, you're strong enough to tear my arm off..."

"Tch, you humans are so weak."

Evelyna pouted, "You'd act like you're going to die if I just touch you."

"I love you, baby, I really love you."

Lucas watched as Evelyna withdrew her hand, let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had a deep understanding of the power of the vampires.

"Hmph, weakling. Fine, I know you're no good. I'll protect you if you ever encounter danger in the future."

"Can't we just avoid danger...?"

"Snapped"

Just as Lucas finished speaking, the lights in the entire theater suddenly went out.

Without warning, the scene turned completely dark.

"Huh? Is there a scene like this in the opera?"

Lucas paused, while the surrounding audience looked around in the pitch-black darkness.

"what happened?"

"what happens??"

The opera on stage came to an abrupt end, leaving everyone, including the actors, completely bewildered.

"What is this... Ah!!!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence.

"what sound!?"

"By the God of Light, what on earth has happened?!"

"what!!!"

"Help--"

A faint scream rang out amidst the panicked shouts of the audience. Lucas gripped Evelyna's hand tightly and hurriedly stood up from his seat.

But this is the largest theater in the foggy city, and during the prime weekend hours, renowned theater companies are performing.

The crowd, which could only be described as spectacular, descended into panic in the darkness, with people packed together in a miserable state on all sides.

"Let me lead the way, Lucas. I can see clearly."

Evelyna's voice rang in Lucas's ears, which eased his tension slightly.

Although he was just a priest with little combat ability, he had a reliable vampire, and darkness was just a daily occurrence for them.

But at that moment, a beam of light descended from the sky and suddenly landed in the center of the stage.

A pale-faced man dressed in a black tuxedo stood there with his arms outstretched, and bowed slightly to the crowd as the pillar of light appeared.

"Good evening, everyone. Please be patient, our performance is not over yet. Please return to your seats."

The soothing tone of the deep, magnetic baritone voice seemed to have some effect, and the audience in the darkness were no longer as panicked as before.

But some people still sensed something was wrong and shouted, "What's going on at your theater?! I'm not watching anymore, get out!"

"Yeah!? What was that scream just now!?"

"I'm not watching anymore! I'm not in the mood..."

"Tsk."

The young man on stage gave an impatient smirk, then raised his head, his scarlet eyes locking onto the first audience member to speak in the darkness.

He gently raised his hand, made a grasping motion in the air, and an invisible magic force, spanning dozens of meters, pulled the shouting audience member into the air like a chick, dragging him straight onto the stage.

Immediately afterwards, under the spotlight, the nobleman's torso resembled a rag being slowly wrung out, the sounds of bones cracking and flesh churning intertwined, and bright red blood gushed out.

The soft, fleshy eyeballs squeezed out of their sockets, bounced weakly a few times on the blood-soaked floor, and were then completely submerged by the rain of blood.

This horrifying scene immediately startled the audience who had been shouting and yelling. Some couldn't help but gasp, but quickly covered their mouths.

The young man on stage dipped his finger in a drop of blood that had fallen from the sky, licked it, and said, "Tsk tsk, the stench of this old man's blood is no different from the smell of sewage."

"Any audience member who wants to leave can raise their hand and speak up."

"But as you can see, refunds are not available, haha."