The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"Of course, if you choose to die, I can anonymously send a letter of commendation to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police on your behalf."

The Ripper's chilling chuckle sent shivers down one's spine.

"Don't look so gloomy. The Holy Relic isn't something that's common. Others want it, but they don't have it yet."

"Holy Relic...you're from the Samuel Order?"

"No, no, to be precise, I am a ghost of the Samuel Order."

Despite the smile in his voice, Lucas seemed to see endless malice and cruelty in the Ripper's dark eyes.

"What's in it for you?"

"You're thinking about this and that, but aren't you thinking about your kidnapped vampire girlfriend?"

The Ripper tilted his head slightly. "I thought you should have acted without hesitation."

"I don't want to end up being used as a pawn to hurt her."

"That's the only thing I can assure you,"

The Ripper grinned. "Destroying the Samuel's Secret Order is also my goal."

"……Row."

Lucas couldn't actually tell if the other person was lying; he might have asked simply to put his mind at ease.

It was still a gamble, but for Evelina, even if it was just a false straw, he had to grasp at it.

"Ready?"

"Yes... I want to survive and save her, even if the price is... no longer being human."

The only response to Lucas was the Ripper's sharp, manic laughter, like the howl of a ghost, echoing through the foggy city at midnight.

Startled by the unusual noise, swarms of rats darted like dark clouds through the surrounding shadowy corners.

"I knew it, you're just like me."

Lucas didn't know what the Ripper meant by that. He slowly lay down and saw the other man take out an object wrapped in a blood-soaked sack from a box next to him.

The thing twitched and bounced in the ribcage's bandaged palm, as if it were alive.

"It might hurt a little."

After the Ripper finished speaking with a hint of mockery, she emptied the contents of the bag onto the gash in Lucas's chest.

A bloody heart rolled out and fell into the muddy embrace of holy blood. Then, countless blood-red threads sprouted, seemingly devouring another withered heart in the cave.

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh!!!"

Lucas let out a piercing scream.

……

"Aaaaaah!!! That damned!!! The Saintess!!!"

Meanwhile, in the southern part of the city, on the banks of the Thames, in an abandoned shipyard.

Valentine, the vampire count and the most wanted criminal in the city, is now clutching his shoulder and letting out a furious scream.

Despite being wrapped in bandages, a dark liquid continued to seep from the surface of the bandages, as if some virulent plague was relentlessly eroding his right shoulder.

This is the wound Valentine sustained last night when he was stabbed by Ella with a black fire spear as she escaped from the theater through a teleportation array.

Valentine had already sensed the attack coming from behind him with his keen senses, but because he was holding Evelyna, he was unable to move freely. Even though he tried to dodge, he could only avoid vital points and was still hit squarely on the shoulder by the spear.

In his nearly three hundred years of life, Valentine had never seen such a bizarre flame; its sinister and malevolent nature was completely unlike any spell that could come from a church believer.

Unlike ordinary burns, Valentine felt as if thousands of ants were relentlessly gnawing at his right shoulder, with sharp, nerve-wracking pains flaring up like raindrops on the wound.

This unspeakable torment intensified over time, and nothing he did could help, whether he used the vampire's own blood healing secrets, applied external herbs, or even removed flesh from the injured area.

The strange black fire lesions were like tree roots, deeply embedded in his body. He felt that unless his entire right upper body was removed, he probably wouldn't be able to completely eliminate this pain.

Damn it, I didn't have time to treat my wound when I got back, and now it's caused such a big problem.

What exactly is that Holy Maiden of Light, and why does she possess such insidious magic that even he, as a member of the Chaos race, has never seen before?

"Your Excellency, that gentleman has arrived."

Just as Valentine was cursing to himself, the voice of his subordinates suddenly came from outside the door.

He curled his lip, put on his clothes, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

A young vampire stood outside the door. He bowed slightly to him and then stepped aside to make way for him.

Valentine left the room and walked down a narrow corridor to a spacious hall.

There, at this moment, all sorts of deformed and bizarre figures had gathered.

Under the resurrection of the relics, some of the followers of the Samuel Order resembled tall, ferocious bears, while others looked like short, cunning jackals. They stood there in groups, almost like a gathering of demons at night.

Valentine's gaze swept disdainfully over the group of humans who had grotesquely dressed themselves, only pausing briefly at the leader of this hermit group, a short old man with a cane.

This is the bishop of the Samuel Hermitage in the Fog City, the one whose strength is the most unfathomable to him.

Beside these heretics stood hundreds of vampires, dressed in black like bats, standing silently.

These are the compatriots who have been scattered across the continent since the Fog City Blood Clan humiliatingly surrendered to the Valen royal family twenty years ago.

Unlike the three weak and useless clans that are still barely surviving in the Fog City, who led the signing of the peace agreement, they are all descendants of the remaining nine clans, some of whom even witnessed the glory of the former vampire queen when she was still alive.

Although the chieftains of these nine clans were all killed by a damned witcher belonging to the royal family, fortunately, three high-ranking vampire counts like Valentine survived the war.

Aside from these two forces, there was another group of relatively small heretics, characterized by their dark purple cloaks. Valentine, who hadn't been in Valen for long, wasn't familiar with them, only having heard that they seemed to be a clandestine group that mainly operated in the suburbs, known as the Full Moon Cult.

There was also a refined-looking man holding a cane, dressed in a simple shirt and wearing a felt hat, accompanied only by a gray-haired girl with a cold expression wearing a hooded cloak.

This team of only two people does not appear to belong to any of the aforementioned factions, so if anything, it could be considered one side.

People from all directions gathered under the shadow of the thick fog, but there was no chaos or disorder as expected. They unanimously left an empty seat in the center of the hall, as if they were waiting for someone to appear.

Chapter 140 Thunderous Holy Son

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening."

The bland opening remarks set the stage for this gathering, which was filled with an unusual atmosphere.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses slowly walked into the center of the hall.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but he wore a long trench coat in a Valencia style and had thick, short, curly brown hair. He exuded a gentle, scholarly air, and with the parchment scroll tucked under his arm, he resembled a scholar from a magic research institute.

"Who are you?"

Offstage, Valentine, one of the four counts of the vampire clan, frowned and shouted, "Where is Manager Adam? We only came here tonight because of him. Where did you, you hairless coward, come from?"

Valentine's cold voice was immediately echoed by the others; clearly, they had not gathered there to wait for this seemingly timid scholar.

“I, my name is Alex… Please calm down, everyone. Mr. Adam just had an urgent matter to deal with and went to Aslan, so he assigned me as his assistant to follow up on the plan…”

The curly-haired scholar took out the parchment scroll and said in a nervous voice.

This cowardly appearance further fueled the dissatisfaction of the various scoundrels and monsters in the audience.

Although the leaders of the various factions, apart from the few counts of the vampires who were mocking them, and the bishop of the Samuel Hermitage and the twin priestesses of the Full Moon Order who remained silent, their subordinates were beginning to get restless.

The reason we've gathered here is to accomplish something great, but the person in charge has been replaced by a spineless coward who doesn't seem very capable at all. How can anything be accomplished under such circumstances?

Watching the young corporate scholar frantically trying to deal with everyone, Valentine clicked his tongue in amazement and prepared to go back to his room to rest alone.

The wound on his shoulder was still throbbing, and he had no interest in playing house with the young human brat.

"Human, you might as well get out of here."

Just then, another count beside him sneered at the scholar.

“A cowardly leader who cannot win people’s respect is worse than no leader at all. A weakling like you has no right to order us around.”

These words were immediately agreed upon by everyone else, making Alex, who looked like a curly-haired scholar, even more nervous.

He glanced at the two twin girls in the Full Moon Cult who were theoretically his colleagues, but they were just crossing their arms and listlessly looking at the scenery around them, showing no intention of helping him at all.

"This this……"

Sweat beaded on Alex's forehead. The vampire count next to Valentine in the audience, seeing this, became even more emboldened and stepped out of the crowd, grabbing Alex's shoulder with a sinister grin.

"In my opinion, everyone, we should just kill this arrogant human. Your lives might make Caesar understand how to properly behave as a partner."

"Great!"

"kill him!"

"Blood! More blood!"

The Samuel Order madmen clapped and cheered; for these bloodthirsty men, seeing blood was the most pleasurable reward.

"Mr. Knicks, please let me go."

Alex smirked. "Mr. Adam might blame me for arbitrarily executing experimental subjects."

The vampire count known as Nix was slightly taken aback. "What are you talking about?"

"I...I don't want to kill you, please let me go."

The atmosphere suddenly froze as soon as he finished speaking.

The vampire count remained silent for a long time before suddenly understanding the meaning behind the other person's words.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with mockery, gradually began to radiate a fierce killing intent.

"You...kill me? Damn human, do you even know what you're saying?!"

"Ugh."

However, Alex, who was being lifted up like a chick, sighed softly, then raised a finger and pointed it at the vampire count's head.

"Human, what do you mean...?"

"Knicks, come back!!!"

Valentine, sitting on the sidelines, suddenly widened his eyes and roared anxiously.

"boom"

The next moment, a blinding bolt of lightning descended from the sky, piercing through the shipyard's solid roof and instantly engulfing the vampire count's body.

A surge of powerful magic exploded in the center of the arena, causing the earth to tremble. The surging shockwaves from the aftershocks sent the ordinary believers and vampires in the nearest circles flying off their feet.

The vampire count didn't even have time to scream before his body was instantly reduced to ashes by the lightning strike, leaving only a severed arm still gripping Alex's shoulder, standing stiffly in mid-air.

"If you can't even withstand a single divine spell... then don't push me..."

Alex sighed helplessly, as if he had simply accidentally killed a lab mouse by using too much force.

"The God of the Sky..."

Valentine's already pale face turned even paler. He immediately recognized the source of the earth-shattering power from before. "This is not the power of an ordinary storm priest spell... You are the Chosen of Thunder?"

Besides the largest Holy Temple of Light, the Holy Temple also includes various other Holy Temples located throughout the continent.

The Thunder Sanctuary, mainly located in the Tedeh Federation Empire, is one of the largest sanctuaries of all saints, much like the Ocean Sanctuary.

The chief god he serves, Sothos, the god of the sky and lightning, is also one of the most powerful righteous gods under the command of the god of light.

Valentine never expected that the seemingly timid young scholar in front of him was actually the Holy Son of the Thunder Sanctuary.

The strength of the Chosen Ones of the Holy Temple is beyond the realm of humanity; compared to mortals, their power is equivalent to that of a god.

This is outrageous! It's already ridiculous enough that a mere Fog City would produce a Holy Maiden of Light, but now they've sent out a Holy Son of Thunder.

But this is not a bad thing.

After calming down, Valentine thought about it more carefully.

Originally, if Adam hadn't come to oversee the Holy Maiden of Light, he himself wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.

The Kingdom Knights and the Royal Police were already difficult enough to deal with, not to mention the Demon Hunter Van Hessin, who once struck fear into the hearts of a generation of vampires.

The black fire spear that the Holy Maiden of Light fired grazed his shoulder, and he still hasn't recovered. Just thinking about the possible battles ahead makes him feel immense pressure.

With this guy's help, their situation isn't so bad anymore.

As long as they can trick the Holy Son into dealing with the Holy Daughter, their vampire clan can proceed with their revival plan with peace of mind.

When their esteemed queen arrives, everything will no longer be a problem.