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"I will crush you, human!!!"

As his roaring words fell, two magic orbs, carrying terrifying power compressed to the extreme, flew in two arcs towards Ye Xiao, who was falling below.

Although the two clashed briefly, it hadn't been long since the initial commotion of the damaged bedroom.

Hearing the commotion, a group of royal guards rushed over from all directions, only to see a fireball of crimson and darkness explode on the first floor of the palace. The overflowing magical power shattered half the floor into flying rubble and debris.

The resulting wind pressure knocked the guards to the ground. Valentine, flying above the ruins, spotted the group of guards who had rushed over. With a casual wave of his hand, he used gravity magic to manipulate the bricks on the ground to float into the air. He pointed at the group of guards, and countless bricks were launched out like cannonballs.

Hearing the cries of agony from the guards who were being beaten to a pulp not far away, Valentine's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"It's not over yet, where are you looking?"

"Swish"

A ghostly figure arrived in an instant, accompanied by a flash of cold light, splitting Valentine's still-smiling head open.

But Valentine, with only half his head remaining, instantly returned to normal. He then calmly turned his head, looked at the blade Ye Xiaoka had embedded in his chest, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "I told you, human, your broken blade is useless against me..."

"What about this?"

Ye Xiao gently tapped the blade embedded in Valentine's neck with his left-hand staff and whispered, "Wife, can I borrow a light?"

A blood-red magic circle suddenly opened at the tip of the staff, and with a muffled "hum," black flames surged out and poured onto Valentine's body along the blade.

The vampire count, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Having experienced Ella's situation, Ye Xiao naturally knew that the Black Sacred Flame was effective against vampires.

But if released too far away, these cunning creatures will turn into a swarm of bats and flee in all directions if they sense something is wrong.

In that situation, neither Ella nor Ye Xiao had any means to stop the other party from escaping.

Ella learned this lesson a few days ago by letting a vampire escape. This time, with Ye Xiao in charge, she naturally wouldn't repeat the same mistake.

After several exchanges to lower the opponent's guard against his close-range attacks, he can then use this to his advantage by suddenly unleashing the Holy Fire at point-blank range. At this point, no matter how fast the opponent reacts, they will not be able to dodge it.

Then, Valentine, engulfed in thick, inky flames, fell from the sky like a burning meteor, crashing into the lawn and sending up a spray of black sparks.

However, Ye Xiao did not let the flames completely kill Valentine. With a wave of his staff, the black fire carrying Ella's decree instantly dissipated from Valentine's broken body.

In the pit, Valentine, riddled with holes from the black fire, stared at Ye Xiao, who was looking down at him, with a venomous gaze. Most of the skin on his face was damaged, revealing a pitted skull that looked like it had been gnawed by countless insects.

"Give me your name and I'll spare your life."

Ye Xiao smiled.

“Foolish…humans…”

Valentine's gaze was vicious, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "The night of the rising moon has arrived... drown in... the eternal... darkness... hahahaha..."

"boom"

As Valentine finished speaking, the ground beneath Ye Xiao's feet seemed to tremble violently, as if touched by an ancient incantation.

The tremor was not merely his personal illusion; it pierced through the stone corridors, shook the hearts of the nearby guards, and even penetrated to the heights of the palace, causing Ford, gazing at the night sky, to feel a sudden tightness in his chest.

……

The violent shock was like the awakening of an ancient behemoth, sweeping across the entire Fog City with a power comparable to an unprecedented earthquake.

The streets cracked open, like wounds on the earth. Spiderweb-like abyssal fissures spread from the city center, abruptly awakening the sleeping city. The boundary between dream and reality became blurred at this moment.

"Earthquake! Is it an earthquake?"

"By the God of Light, what do you see there?"

"Oh! God bless! God bless!"

Terrified crowds fled from the crumbling buildings, gathering in the streets, their trembling fingers pointing towards the distant night sky, their uneasy whispers weaving a prelude to the apocalypse.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the silhouette of a tower resolutely pierced the night sky, standing proudly atop all the rooftops and chimneys, pointing directly at the clear, bright moon, as if issuing a silent challenge to the moon goddess.

This is the silver disc of the year-end night, full and radiant, illuminating every corner of the foggy city, but under the encroachment of the tall tower, cracks begin to appear on its edges.

Then, as if an ancient curse had come true, a drop of deep blood slowly fell into the silvery pond, and the crimson spreading from the top of the tower, like delicate silk, slowly swallowed the softness and brilliance of the full moon.

Ultimately, it became a blood moon hanging in the night sky, both eerie and captivating.

The silver moonlight was replaced by an ominous red tide, enveloping the entire city. Thick fog, as if summoned, surged from the depths of the earth, silently engulfing every street and every alley.

Inside the sacred and solemn Sanctuary of the Mist City, the tiny spatial portal in Ella's palm trembled violently, shattering instantly like delicate glass encountering an irresistible force.

She was shocked to realize that Lucyville's divine authority had silently lost its power the moment the blood moon rose.

This defies all logic and common sense, because the source of divine authority lies in a profound understanding and mastery of the laws of the present world. Theoretically, within the rules of the present world, such power should not be ineffective.

Unless... the Fog City at this moment is no longer part of the world they know.

Chapter 159 Ritual

A blood moon hung in the sky, snowflakes fluttered, and atop the towering structure that rose abruptly into the night, a circular altar stood.

Above the altar, crimson runes from ancient times are inscribed, like a boiling curse within the bloodline, radiating a chilling power. These patterns form intricate magic arrays that spread to every corner of the altar. In the four cardinal directions, four obsidian spikes, as black as night, stand like the fangs of wild beasts, their sharp tips converging at the center of the altar. A solemn square stele stands unmoving, its surface densely engraved with strange symbols resembling claw marks.

Before that ancient monument stood Evelyna, a vampire girl, surrounded by a group of wandering vampires, silent, their faces a mixture of awe and anticipation.

However, this gathering under the cover of night was not only for the displaced. The noble patriarchs and high-ranking members of the three major vampire clans of the Fog City also appeared here, but their demeanor was no longer one of arrogance and majesty. Deep red chains bound them tightly, forcing them to kneel before the square monument like sinners awaiting judgment.

"I never thought I would be able to see the blood moon again one day."

The one who spoke was one of the two vampire counts who served Evelina.

"Your Majesty, let the glory of the vampires begin with the souls of these traitors."

As the cold voice fell, Evelina also turned her gaze slightly.

Her deep red eyes reflected the elderly high-ranking members of the three major families who were kneeling on both knees.

Rosario Blamont, the patriarch of the Black Mountain clan, looked at the cold gaze directed at him and murmured his daughter's name with a slight tremor in his throat.

“Evelina…”

He never imagined that the sacred land he had sworn to protect for eternity by his family and ancestors would one day be breached by his own daughter leading vampires from other clans.

All the members of the three families seemed to have encountered their natural enemy in front of Evelina. This was a natural and pure gap between them and the supreme empress, which was formed by their bloodline. The will of the remnant soul alone was enough to suppress them all.

But this wasn't what chilled Rosario the most, because he realized that his daughter's will was no longer under her own control. What chilled him the most was that his own son, Evelynn's brother, Podox, was the one who had brought this group of wandering vampires to invade.

This finally made him understand why even he didn't know that Evelina had gone to the Grand Theater that night, but these wandering vampires did.

Having been far removed from war for so long, a new generation of young people will emerge who will fall in love with human priests, and naturally, there will also be nostalgic individuals who yearn for the return of the empress and the glory of the vampires due to the repression.

Meanwhile, the other party, along with some young vampire peers from the three major families, mingled among the wandering vampires and stood with the two counts beside Evelina.

"How foolish, Podox!"

Upon seeing the other person, Rosario, the chieftain of the Black Mountain clan, angrily shouted out his son's name.

"Do you really think you're doing the right thing?!"

"Your actions will truly drag the vampire race into an eternal abyss!"

"Shut up, you coward! You dare call me by my name?!"

The wandering vampire count, known as Podox, glared fiercely. "If it weren't for you damned traitors, how could the vampire race have fallen to such a lowly state today!"

"Podox! I am your father!!"

Rosario gritted his teeth, but the crimson chains binding his body bound his magic, preventing him from using the blood pact to stop his son. "The thirteen clan chiefs clearly knew the true cause of the Queen's death; they deceived you!!!"

However, Podox scoffed at his father's words.

As the night wind howled, two girls dressed in purple priestly robes slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Hey, what an interesting family drama! By the way, gentlemen Earls, where is our dear Mr. Valentine? Why isn't he here to enjoy this grand occasion with you?"

The newcomers were none other than the twin priestesses of the Full Moon Order. The younger sister still had that carefree and playful demeanor, using honorifics but her upturned lips and mocking tone showed absolutely no respect.

"He'll be here after he's dealt with that damn detective."

The vampire count's voice was icy, "Did you bring the Fountain of Youth?"

"Hey, you're the one asking us for things, why are you talking like you're giving orders?"

The priestess tilted her head in dissatisfaction until her indifferent older sister, standing beside her, tapped her forehead with her index finger knuckle.

"Oh dear, sis!"

The priestess muttered, but finally reluctantly took a glass bottle from her clothes and handed it to the vampire count. "Honestly, do you know how troublesome it is to deal with those fish-headed sorcerers who manipulate time and space..."

The glass bottle contained a black liquid with translucent, silvery-white, rice-like particles swimming within it, like stars drifting in the night.

The vampire count ignored the other's complaints, took the glass bottle, and his excitement grew even stronger.

"My compatriots, twenty-five years of wandering will finally come to an end at this moment!"

"On the night of the moonrise, in the sacred land of the vampires, at the Fountain of Youth, the Heart of the Blood Crown..."

"Thank you for the Empress's grace. Everything to welcome His Majesty's return is now ready!"

As the count spoke with all his might, the group of wandering vampires raised their fists and shouted excitedly.

They were a race that valued elegance and tranquility, but the humiliation and resentment that had been suppressed for twenty-five years were now being released, and even they could no longer tolerate it.

These wandering vampires probably never imagined that one day they would be howling excitedly at the full moon like the werewolves they hated most.

In contrast, the heads of the three major families were bowed in sorrow.

In their excitement, the two counts also noticed the vampires from the Guifu lands in their peripheral vision, and their eyes immediately flashed with hatred.

"Oh, I almost forgot, hehe, the sinners who betrayed the vampire clan."

"You are not worthy to witness the moonrise with us. Let the celebration of the Queen's return be adorned with your blood!"

At the command of the leading count, the bloodthirsty wandering vampires raised their blood-magic-formed blades and aimed them at the necks of the three major vampire families beneath them.

As fellow vampires, they naturally know how to kill vampires most efficiently. Blood magic, as a spell passed down through the vampire bloodline, is equally effective in dealing with vampires.

A torso severed by a weapon formed from blood magic will have its blood mixed with the magic contained within, thus destroying the vampire's ability to regenerate through blood and rendering it unable to regenerate.

"My dear compatriots, execute these traitors who deserve to go to hell on the spot!"

Chapter 160 Moths to a Flame

"what!!!"

A wail followed the vampire count's order to carry out the execution, piercing the night sky.

However, the vampire count's eyes showed shock, because the wailing did not come from the traitors kneeling on the ground, but from his clansmen who raised their swords.

Blood splattered across the ground like an overturned ink bottle, and the heads of several vampire executioners flew off like reeds in the wind.

The remaining wandering vampires, who had not yet been executed, retreated and scattered in terror. Killing these traitors was just a pastime, but there was no need to risk their lives right now.

"Who is it!?!"

Even the most oblivious vampire count should realize that someone is up to no good. He glanced around and saw a pale, bony structure, like a flying snake, emerging from the shadows of the ground before quickly retracting back into it.

"what……"

The dozens of vampires didn't recognize the uninvited guest, but the priestess in the Full Moon robes recognized him at a glance, "The Ripper...where did this guy come from?"

This time, the Ripper didn't appear in a swaggering manner as usual. Instead, she used her eerie abilities to move through the shadows on the altar floor, only occasionally extending her sharp, bone-jointed scythe to suddenly strike amidst the panicked expressions of the vampires.

Unlike high-ranking vampires like Valentine, lower-ranking wandering vampires, while possessing some regenerative abilities against non-silver weapons, will still die completely if their hearts are pierced or their heads are severed.

The two counts immediately spread their wings and frantically chased after the darting shadow throughout the vast altar.

However, the other side seemed to know their strength well and did not fight them at all, only occasionally ambushing and killing the lower-ranking clansmen who were scattering and fleeing.

"You stinking rat, hiding everywhere! If you've got the guts, come out and face me!!!"

The vampire count's eyes widened in disbelief. After several unsuccessful attempts to capture them, he turned to the two priestesses who were observing them with great interest. "What are you two still standing there for?!"

"Oh dear, this isn't part of my job."

The priestess waved her hand dismissively.

If the younger sister's reaction was normal, then what was unexpected was that even the older sister, who had a cold expression, simply stood by the altar and showed no intention of intervening.

"We are only responsible for ensuring the birth of the vampire queen. As for the safety of your people, that is your own business."

The two counts were furious, their eyes blazing with rage. They watched as the Ripper's elusive, scythe-like blade no longer merely slaughtered their fleeing clansmen, but began to torment them like toys, maiming limbs or ripping out organs in a cruel, almost cruel way. Their pale faces were turning red with rage.