The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"Your Highness..."

Ye Xiao smiled helplessly, "There's a big difference between the eyes of someone who has killed and the eyes of someone who hasn't."

“You were educated by Her Majesty the Queen from a young age, and you were taught her gentle values. Let alone killing... As a half-human, half-vampire, unlike pure-blooded vampires who have a strong need for blood for survival, you probably haven’t even drunk blood all these years, have you?”

"Shut up! What do you know about me!?"

Alina, seemingly having been hit where it hurt, immediately became furious and embarrassed.

"I don't know much about you, but your mother who raised you knows a lot about you."

Ye Xiao gently moved the sword tip away with her fingers, saying, "She not only knows that you are a vampire, but she also knows the resentment you have always harbored towards her."

"This is impossible, I..."

"It was clearly well hidden?"

Ye Xiao tilted her head. "Do you still remember what your mother said to you when she met the Holy Maiden before she passed away?"

"'When spirituality reaches a certain level, some humans can also sense their impending doom.' Your Highness, the saintess and His Majesty present are all human. Why do you think she unintentionally let slip and emphasized the identity of 'human'?"

Listening to Ye Xiao's words, Alina seemed to vaguely recall some things, and her expression became somewhat complicated.

“I don’t know if Alex used some means to make Your Highness have the illusion that you tried to kill His Majesty, but a true avenger with hatred in his heart would not wait until the target of his revenge is old before he makes his move.”

"Can you really remember exactly when you made the move? When and under what circumstances did you enter His Majesty's bedroom? And how did you leave the scene?"

Ye Xiao's words resounded like a giant bell in Alina's head. She covered her temples, her head throbbing again.

"Shut up!! Shut up!!!"

But Ye Xiao didn't have time to wait for this guy to figure things out. After all, the players and natives below the tower were still fighting a bloody battle. So he relentlessly pressed on, nagging until Alina finally couldn't take it anymore and drew her sword, swinging it at Ye Xiao. "Stop! I told you to stop!!! You despicable human!!!"

Seeing the cold light approaching, Ye Xiao made no move. Instead, he simply raised his eyebrows and let the sword tip approach his chest.

Then, just as Ye Xiao had expected, the slender sword only touched a few inches away from his chest and did not advance any further.

"you!?……"

Alina's eyes widened, but before she could finish speaking, Ye Xiao suddenly spread his hands and took another step forward.

Alina immediately let out a scream, staggered backward, and accidentally lost her balance, falling to the ground with a thud.

"You!!! Damn it! Don't come any closer!!! You really think I wouldn't dare!!!"

Alina sat on the ground in a disheveled state, her teeth clenched, tears welling in her eyes, her wrist trembling as she gripped her sword.

At this moment, she was just like a stressed rabbit, posing no threat whatsoever.

"Do you look like someone who has killed someone?"

Ye Xiao casually flicked the swaying sword tip. "Even if you don't believe me, you should at least believe His Majesty and your own body, right?"

Alina's throat bobbed slightly, and then her arms finally went limp, and she dropped the sword to the ground.

Chapter 185 The Way to Break the Stalemate

Seeing Alina's dejected look, Ye Xiao smiled, and his anxiety eased slightly.

He was actually gambling a bit. The idea that "the murderer is not the princess" came from Ford's deduction, but it was just a casual deduction Ford made after the two of them found the letter left by the queen in the jewelry box. He didn't expect to use it at this last moment.

The reason Ye Xiao didn't go to the front lines but instead went to the top of the tower to find the princess was because he remembered what the vampire queen and Ella had said during their casual conversation earlier—"My divine kingdom can only be influenced by my descendants who are closest to me by blood."

Isadora deliberately left this key so that her descendants could open the divine kingdom in her place while she slumbered.

If Evelina can be considered a descendant with pure blood, and was able to open the divine kingdom through the sacred altar, then Elina, as the offspring of the Queen's biological daughter, should also have the same qualifications to influence the divine kingdom.

In other words, if Alina can use this to eliminate the barrier between the divine realm and the mortal world, allowing the laws of the mortal world to return, the suppression of Isadora by the God of Light will also take effect.

But to achieve this, they first need to get Alina to stand on their side.

Fortunately, for some reason, Ye Xiao has become increasingly adept at understanding and manipulating the thoughts and feelings of all sorts of young girls.

As Ye Xiao pondered this, he reached out his hand to Alina, who was sitting on the ground.

"Well, why don't you open it and take a look? Believe in yourself, Your Highness, you have not let Her Majesty down. She has always been proud of you."

Alina bit her lip, turned her gaze to the box she held in her left hand, and finally opened it.

Inside, a folded parchment letter lay quietly.

……

Beneath the tower, the battle intensified.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the girl in the wine-red dress moved through the arrayed human army as if it were nothing.

Arrows and silver bullets rained down from the sky, and the wounded swordsmen and spearmen roared as they charged forward one after another, only to be swept into the dilapidated buildings like dust by the aftershocks of a wave of a hand.

The ground was studded with broken sword blades and halberds, and the ruins were covered with mangled corpses.

While Isadora may want to witness the miracles created by humankind, that doesn't mean she won't take the other's life.

This is war, not a drill. Without risking lives, how could she possibly achieve the result she wanted?

Her compassion is always based on the perspective of the clan, but she doesn't take care of each individual. This can be seen from how she treats her own descendants, the vampires. She will consider how the entire clan should continue, but she doesn't care about those who die as a result, like those wandering vampires, as long as things develop as she expects.

They treat their own people this way, so there's no doubt they treat other races like humans even worse.

However, Isadora won't go all out and completely crush the human side. As the progenitor of blood magic, she has only used a little magic on her hands for close combat so far, and hasn't even used a powerful spell. It can be said that she has been holding back.

She did not pursue or kill those humans who were wounded and retreated or who fled in panic due to the collapse of their formation, but allowed them to return to the rear to receive treatment from the priest team.

Even so, the number of casualties who were no longer able to fight was rising sharply.

Players had never seen such a terrifying monster. No matter how thick their armor was, or how many blessings and enhancements they had never accumulated in their lives, they would be instantly torn apart by the gale-force winds unleashed by the monster's wave of its hand if they got too close.

But staying away is not an option either. If the front-line soldiers' formation shows any tendency to avoid battle, the enemy will not hesitate to rush into their rear and start killing.

Those tin cans that are blown away when approached still have a chance of surviving; a priest can heal them and they can grit their teeth and get back up. But fragile archers and musketeers will die instantly if they are grazed.

A mixed army of nearly ten thousand players and natives besieged one person, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. They were forced to retreat step by step by the opponent, who only used the most primitive fists and palms.

Van Hessin, the demon hunter who came with the Seven Stars Society, was naturally among the besieging crowd. With his Grandmaster-level strength, he was one of the few strong individuals who could truly get close to Isadora in the chaotic battle.

He could only get close, and the next second he was knocked away. He was now pale and sitting against the wall, panting and drinking a health potion to recover.

This empress was unlike any vampire he had ever met before.

It should be noted that during his early days as a Valen witcher, Isadora, though not yet in slumber, had not personally gone to the battlefield for a long time, leading him to believe that she was perhaps only slightly stronger than the clan chiefs he had killed.

Seeing it with my own eyes now, I never imagined they weren't even in the same league.

He even doubted whether the clan chiefs and the queen were actually of the same race.

"boom"

As he was pondering, a loud noise suddenly came from behind him. He instinctively covered his head and crouched down, as several pieces of broken tile fell from above. When he looked up again, the upper part of the house he was leaning against, along with the eaves, had disappeared, and he could even see directly into the night sky shrouded in a blood moon.

Van Hessin's lips twitched, and he turned his gaze to the battlefield not far away. He happened to see a dozen heavily armored warriors from the Seven Stars Society firing grappling hooks at the other end of the street, which then wrapped around Isadora's hands. Isadora then grabbed them by the steel cable and dragged them into the air like yo-yos, sending them flying in several arcs and crashing into the nearby ruins, raising a cloud of dust.

"What the hell! God of Light, I hope everyone's alright." Van Hessin couldn't help but pray for his poor comrades.

As Isadora blew a gust of cold wind, shattering the chains wrapped around her hands into ice crystals, she felt a gaze upon her. Following the gaze, she saw Van Hessin hiding behind the broken wall. As if suddenly remembering something, she said, "Oh, I was wondering why you looked so familiar when I first saw you. Aren't you the witcher who killed my older children?"

The Queen's voice was not loud, but it was very clear, reaching Van Helsing's ears across the twenty-meter-wide street.

"You've mistaken me for someone else... I actually only joined this year."

Van Helsing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Really?"

The next moment, the soft voice suddenly came from behind. Van Hessin stared blankly at the suddenly empty space in front of him, and turned his head stiffly in disbelief. He saw Isadora standing behind him, carefully examining his face.

"Hmph, it's you, little guy. You think you can fool me?"

Damn it, it was only about twenty meters away, when did it get behind me?

Shocked, the experienced Van Helsing instinctively drew the musket from his waist, but before he could pull the trigger, the iron barrel, fragile as paper, was easily snapped in two by the two outstretched, snow-white fingers.

It’s over.

Van Helsing felt a sudden wave of despair as he sensed the murderous aura emanating from the other party, and his mind began to race.

Chapter 186 Resolute

Just then, a deafening wolf howl pierced the night sky.

A burly werewolf appeared out of nowhere, his giant hand lunging towards Isadora's head.

Isadora neither dodged nor evaded; without even raising her eyes, she gently raised her slender hand and steadily caught the werewolf's thunderous blow. Although her small hand seemed barely able to grasp a single toe of the wolf's claw, it miraculously stopped the immense force of the fall. Then, with a light flick of her arm, the burly werewolf was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing straight into a dilapidated building ten meters away.

However, the werewolf quickly rallied, roaring as it returned, its voice piercingly menacing: "Get out of Evelina's body!!!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Van Hessin created distance, and with a "whoosh," a crossbow hidden inside his clothes shot out, its silver light aimed straight at Isadora's head.

Facing attacks from both sides, Isadora chuckled and easily seized the massive head of the charging werewolf. She turned and used it as a shield to throw at Van Hessing, blocking the silver arrow and knocking Van Hessing over as well.

The werewolf weighed at least 200 kilograms, and Van Helsing was almost unable to breathe under its weight.

"We've been buffed!!! Brothers, charge! Charge!!!"

A resounding battle cry echoed through the streets. Zhang Fan, wielding a double-edged staff, followed closely behind Li Cheng, who held a large shield, leading a group of players in a surging charge. In the distance, behind the ruins, a group of arcane mages cast a dazzling holy light blessing upon them. Golden light coalesced into the phantom of a phoenix, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that hurtled towards Isadora.

Then, the Empress gracefully lifted his skirt and kicked him into the great shield. The phantom image and the sturdy shield shattered with a crash, and the entire player charge squad, covered in golden light, flew off like fireworks blooming in the sky.

Van Helsing crawled out from under the werewolf Lucas, and the sight was so gruesome that it could only be described as unbearable to watch.

He casually pulled the silver arrow from Lucas's back. Lucas cried out in pain, but then gritted his teeth, stood up, and, on all fours, charged at Isadora again with the infantry that followed.

"They're really persistent."

Seeing that this fearless werewolf could withstand repeated blows without falling, Isadora decided to end it all with a small spell.

She might be interested in humans, but she found the werewolf race, with its tenacious vitality but lack of intelligence, quite tiresome.

She extended a finger, and a tiny magic circle bloomed at the tip, rapidly condensing rich blood magic power, revealing a hint of killing intent that could not be ignored.

Just as she finished chanting and was about to unleash the spell, her right hand, which was aimed at the werewolf's brow, uncontrollably shifted. In an instant, the blood gushing from her fingertips transformed into a spiral torrent as thick as a stone pillar, grazing the werewolf's cheek and shooting straight into the sky.

This torrent was like a rocket hurtling from the ground toward the clouds, its trajectory clearly visible even on the edge of the city thirty miles away, tearing through the sky and piercing through the snow-covered clouds.

Hiding behind the werewolf, Vanhesin witnessed the power of this spell, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets—what the hell was this?!

If she had fired that blood arrow earlier, wouldn't it have pierced right through the fog?

Was the relationship never serious before?

The soldiers around them who were preparing to charge were also stunned by the sudden power of the spell. Only Lucas, the werewolf who had just brushed with death, did not hesitate for a moment.

His eyes were fixed on Isadora. He roared and charged forward, slapping her to the ground in a daze. He opened his blood-red maw, intending to bite Isadora's neck.

But just as the sharp fangs were about to pierce his snow-white skin, Lucas stopped.

His enormous, bell-shaped eyes stared at the girl's deep red eyes below, and he couldn't bring himself to eat her.

"Wow, this is really unexpected."

Isadora, pinned to the ground by the beast's claws, chuckled softly. "This body is still that of an ordinary vampire. If you were to bite down, you could kill me."

She, the dignified vampire queen, had her body taken over by her own young descendant, who bypassed the constraints of the bloodline contract.

Although she didn't erase Evelina's soul just because she temporarily occupied it, although the subtle changes in the divine kingdom that occurred for a moment affected her, and although she could take it back in just three seconds...

But no matter how many "althoughs" there are, this is enough to explain the issue.

Her descendants betrayed her for a human, even breaking the shackles of their bloodline for a moment.

If I had to say, this could be considered a miracle.

The information emanating from Evelina's soul allowed Isadora to recognize the unrecognizable werewolf before her.

He's actually a pastor, how interesting.

"Lucas, what are you still hesitating about?"

Isadora's voice was calm and gentle, making it difficult for Lucas to distinguish whether it was Isadora or Evelina's whisper.

Ending her life... would bring Evelyna liberation...

The players and soldiers around them gradually regained consciousness and realized that this was a rare opportunity. Even though they were covered in wounds, they shouted and charged forward, brandishing their weapons.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.