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After that, no matter what God of Light or God of Thunder chooses, on this continent, none of them can be a match for the Queen who is comparable to a god.

The great cause of annihilating these damned humans and restoring the glory of the vampire race is within reach.

Thinking of this, Valentine's lips curled up slightly, and he bowed slightly to the scholar in front of him.

“Mr. Alex, it seems we underestimated your strength. I apologize for our rudeness just now.”

"It's alright, it's alright. Just be more careful next time. I still hope to get along well with everyone as much as possible."

Alex removed the arm from his shoulder and tossed it on the ground, smiling kindly. "Experimental subject... ah, I mean container, could you bring it out for us to see?"

"As you say."

Valentine slightly turned his body to the side, and the vampires behind him also moved to both sides, making way for him.

Then, two tall, monstrous blood servants emerged, holding in their hands none other than Evelina, the daughter of the Black Mountain Clan chief.

Chapter 141 The Resurrected

At this moment, the vampire girl's body was bound by blood-red chains, and her fair face was covered with dense magical runes.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been ripped out, turning her into a puppet that could be moved at will. Escorted by two monster blood servants, she walked slowly toward the center of the arena with weak steps.

As the girl approached, Alex took out the parchment book tucked under his arm and opened it in his palm. While examining the girl's condition, he seemed to be making notes in the book with a quill pen.

"Based on observation, the container is in good condition and there are no abnormalities."

Alex seemed to be talking to himself, then looked up at the vampire count below the stage, "We may begin, Mr. Valentine."

After he finished speaking, he wrote another line on his book.

"Project No. 47A, containment of Experiment I-023 has officially begun."

Valentine, of course, had no idea what Alex had written in his notebook. He simply stepped forward and took out a delicate little silver box from his inner pocket.

The box was opened, revealing a necklace inlaid with blood-red gemstones.

This gem is unlike any ordinary ruby; its surface is a pure, bright red without any impurities, and at first glance, it looks like a drop of congealed blood.

"The descendants of the Black Mountain clan... they really got lucky."

Valentine held the gemstone necklace in his palm, his eyes fixed on Evelina, seemingly still harboring some resentment. "Why is it that the most cowardly of these people have produced offspring who inherit the most blood from the Queen?"

"The main problem is that the sample size is incomplete; this is only the best match we can detect at present."

Alex, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up, “Perhaps other clans of yours scattered around the world also have such descendants, but we just haven’t detected them… However, at least for now, yes, she is the best choice as a vessel for your queen’s resurrection.”

"What will you do if even she can't succeed?"

"The project is suspended, and the experiment is postponed indefinitely until a suitable container is found."

Alex smiled. "Don't worry, according to our testing and analysis, the success rate is about 32%, which is quite high. Of course, we've also failed in many similar projects, so it's normal if it doesn't succeed. Just get used to it."

"Tsk."

Valentine gave a cold snort, which served as his response.

He gripped the necklace in his hand, clenching and unclenching it, and finally, rather reluctantly, hung it around Evelina's neck.

The moment the necklace was placed around her neck, the girl's pupils seemed to tremble slightly, but then returned to their empty, blank state.

Then, Valentine raised his hands and, in an ancient and mysterious tone, led the vampires in reciting an obscure prayer to Evelina.

At that very moment, a pale full moon hung high above the Thames, where undercurrents were surging.

The night wind whispered, the stars hid, and the chorus echoing in the abandoned shipyard sounded like the ominous cawing of crows.

"In the endless night, traversing through layers of shadows."

"We, with blood as our guide, soul as our medium, and bones as our bond, as the purest of descendants, offer this undying oath, hoping to transcend the gap between life and death and call forth your name, which sleeps at the end of time."

"Crown of the Vampires, Goddess of the Night, Queen who rules the night, Isadora, your most loyal descendants and subjects, earnestly call upon you."

The soft whispers turned into the wind's song, dissipating into the dark night sky.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Half a minute passed, and Evelyna was still standing there blankly, as if nothing had happened.

"So...we went through all that trouble, and in the end we still failed?"

A vampire count's voice, barely concealing his disappointment, drifted from the crowd.

"Well……"

After observing for a moment, Alex finally put the quill back into the book. "Well, I have to admit that the success rate of 32 is still too low. Our experiment... has failed again."

Valentine clutched the wound on his shoulder, his eyes fixed on Evelina, still somewhat unwilling to accept defeat.

But the girl remained silent, like a statue, motionless, until Valentine lost his patience.

"Sigh... let's take her back first."

Valentine sighed and gave orders to the two monster blood servants.

The monster blood servant obediently placed his hand on Evelina's shoulder again, trying to push her back off the field.

However, they found that even with their hands exerting a little force, the girl whose shoulders were being held remained motionless, like marble.

What's going on? Why can't I push it?

A sense of surprise began to rise in the hearts of the two blood servants. The next second, an inexplicable, bone-chilling cold suddenly spread from their palms.

It was a chilling coldness akin to death; the moment it appeared at his fingertips, Blood Servant's numb brain felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

They frantically tried to remove their hands from the girl's shoulders, but it was too late.

"What's going on? What are you two doing, dawdling like that?"

Frustrated, Valentine urged the two blood servants on the stage to move when they remained motionless for a long time, but he soon realized something was wrong.

Although they still stood silently in the center of the arena, the two stiff-bodied blood servants had clearly lost their lives.

They just died without any warning...

Valentine's eyes widened, then he turned his shocked gaze to the girl who was still silently watching them.

He swallowed hard, his body gradually trembling with excitement.

Then, he slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the vampire girl.

Upon seeing this, the other vampires around seemed to understand each other perfectly, stopping their actions in unison and then kneeling down in salute.

……

Evelyna, as the vessel for the resurrection of the vampire queen, actually succeeded in summoning a portion of the queen's soul.

However, this was only part of the story. After a while, the vampires discovered through their conversation that Evelyna's emotions or thoughts were not yet fully developed; she could only act instinctively.

But without a doubt, the immense magical power emanating from her was the very aura of a vampire queen familiar to those high-ranking vampires.

For Valentine, this was already the best news imaginable.

"With just half of the Blood Heart, we were able to successfully recall part of the Queen's soul. Once we return to the Holy Land, we can take the other half from the royal family. The Queen's complete resurrection will be just around the corner!"

Valentine's impassioned declaration stirred the hearts of the hundreds of vampires.

Forty-five years have passed since the Queen's death.

The Witchers and the Kingdom Knights relentlessly pursued the vampires, but their cowardly brethren betrayed them, groveling before humans for survival.

Who can understand the suffering endured by this rootless, wandering vampire clan?

But today, the miserable life of living like a rat in the shadow of humanity for forty-five years, wandering the world, is finally coming to an end.

They saw hope within reach, for their queen had returned.

"My family members who share my blood, for the Queen, for the glory of the vampire clan, drag that damned Valen, and humanity, into eternal darkness!!!"

Chapter 142 The Sanctuary of Unity

The next morning.

The sanctuary of the fog-shrouded city in the forest of pointed peaks.

In the most luxurious bedroom, Ella emerged from the doorway, dressed and made up by a group of nuns.

Along the way, the elders and priests of the Fog City Holy Temple all acted like obsequious servants, forming two long lines and bowing as they followed Ella's swaying black skirt, step by step, following the crisp sound of the girl's little leather shoes on the wooden planks, until they reached the central hall.

It was as if a young emperor was leading a group of loyal eunuchs to court.

"Well... my colleagues at the Fog City Sanctuary, there really is no need to go to such lengths."

Ella arrived at the main hall and felt slightly embarrassed when she saw the archbishop's worship seat in the very center, which the elders had voluntarily given up for her.

“I am merely a guest visiting from Loren. Although I bear the title of saint, I am neither crowned nor would it be proper for me to do so, even if I were crowned.”

"No, no, Your Holiness, you are too modest. Since you are here, no one is more suitable to sit in this position than you."

"No, no, Elder Giks, you don't understand what the Holy Maiden means. How can someone of such noble stature sit in a place that has already been occupied? We will now move the bishop's seat down here and replace it with a new chair. From now on, this position will be exclusively for the Holy Maiden. If the Holy Maiden comes, she will sit here; if the Holy Maiden does not come, it will remain empty."

"Oh, I see. Elder Antar is truly insightful, able to see that the Holy Maiden possesses such profound foresight..."

Ella listened to these people's rambling on and on, feeling utterly exasperated.

Now that things have come to this, these guys no longer believe her if she tries to put on a well-behaved and holy act. One after another, they try their best to flatter her, afraid that she will drag them to the courtroom for punishment on the grounds of disrespect.

It can't be that bad, she's not some arrogant, domineering young lady! As long as you behave yourself and don't provoke her, she wouldn't do this!

But it's no use for Ella to say that now. With just a glance, the elders are terrified and avoid her gaze, like students who have forgotten their homework and are afraid of being noticed by the teacher.

Although only a few had witnessed Ella interrogating Grantham, the rest of the clergy simply followed suit, seeing the highest-ranking elders being so respectful; they hadn't reached that level of deference.

However, having witnessed the terrifying scene of Ella casually splitting open the plaza to intimidate the vampires, they all couldn't help but feel a bit of fear now.

This made Ella a little regretful. She had just come out of the courtroom and hadn't adjusted her state yet, so she acted a bit... fierce.

As a result, people now have some minor misunderstandings about her.

At the strong urging of a group of clergy, Ella finally took the vacant bishop's seat.

Even in the magnificent hall, beneath the towering and solemn statues, when her petite figure leaned back in the wide chair, and her rosy eyes lazily swept over the worshippers below, their faces filled with awe and bowing in reverence, Ella always felt less like a saint and more like a demon king oppressing the priests.

If she were to hold a little nun in her arms and feed her grapes, the scene would be absolutely beautiful.

No, that's not right. She herself looks like a vixen, so it would feel strange to hug another vixen... Ugh, nobody insults themselves.

Never mind, anyway, the Holy Temple is now united under her "suppression," and it's a good thing that they can devote themselves wholeheartedly to fighting against the enemies threatening Fog City.

"Hmm... Brothers and sisters of the Fog City Sanctuary, what's the current status of the investigation into the unknown vampire?"

Ella could only try her best to appear kind and approachable.

"Reporting to Your Grace, we are currently cooperating with the Royal Malaysian Police to investigate the source of the unstable crystal and the medium material of the teleportation array. The police have discovered some clues at the theater that may point to several riverside neighborhoods south of the Thames. This morning, Van Hessing led a team to search these areas..."

"So they've already pinpointed the exact neighborhood based on these clues?" Ella raised an eyebrow as she listened to the report from a priest below.

Such speed must have been deduced by Mr. Ford; he truly is a detective.

As Ella listened, she had the priests take turns reporting on recent events, occasionally asking questions to understand some details. After one round of reports, she had a pretty good understanding of the situation.

The Sanctuary of the Mist, the Royal Police, and the Valencian Royal Family all exchange information. Although Ella was involved in the entire incident, she might not have noticed all the information from other perspectives, so this serves as a supplement.

Ella went over Lucas's story in more detail. She had some impression of the young male priest. Back in the shantytown, she had wondered why he would occasionally speak up for vampires. Now it seemed he had a vampire girlfriend, which explained it.

As for Lucas's whereabouts, Ella could roughly guess; he was probably picked up by the Ripper while he was on the verge of death. According to the audience members, the vampire count was clearly determined to kill Lucas, and when she arrived, she only saw him kidnap Evelyna, without taking the priest with him.

There were only a few groups of people at the scene: besides the Samuel's Order and the vampires, there was only the Ripper.

But why did the Ripper take Lucas away? His actions and motives remain a mystery for now.

And then there's Evelina... The Royal Police haven't yet figured out why those vampires kidnapped Evelina. Ella is still a little uneasy until this issue is clarified.

"Your Grace, the knight outside reports that a royal messenger requests an audience with you."

Just then, a believer ran up to report.

"Invite him in."

Before long, the royal messenger, led by the believers, entered the hall.

The other person was taken aback when they saw the group of believers bowing in worship in the main hall—the atmosphere hadn't seemed so solemn when they came to the church before, so what was going on?

However, he still bowed politely and reported to Ella, who was seated on the bishop's throne, "Your Majesty, in order to thank you for your help in mediating the vampire conflict yesterday, His Majesty wishes to meet with you."