The iron helt fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.
Losa stepped on the helt, frowning slightly—it was a divine creature, wielding so of the authority of death.
He wasn’t sure how this Vampire possessed such skills, but thankfully he won.
He removed the Holy Cross Plate Armor and from a pocket in the armor’s lining, took out a bottle of Spiritual Recovery Potion, the last one he had.
The battle was tough, but he was far from being pushed to desperation.
For so reason, when using the divine radiance for long fights, Losa found the consumption rate to be much slower than he had expected.
After thinking back and forth, Losa could only sigh: "Perhaps, this is what divine favor is."
With such thoughts, it wasn’t all in jest.
After all, even the Tree of Life garnered nas like "Divine Wood" and "Tower of Babel", revered by pilgrims over ages, becoming divine; perhaps he, as "Saint Losa", after being called for so long, might truly gain so divinity.
Spiritual power returned like a trickling stream, replenishing endlessly.
Losa looked around; the world was still covered in blood.
He donned his armor again and fell into deep thought.
"So, what should I do now?"
...
"What should I do now?"
Chelina felt sowhat lost.
She knew she needed to find out the enemy’s true body, but in this world, she couldn’t see a single person.
She lingered for a mont.
Then, she chose to sit on the ground.
Two sharp, azure treasure swords were nailed before her.
She silently took out a handkerchief and began polishing her sword.
Her movents were not fast, ticulous, and thodical.
As she finished polishing the first sword, the confusion in her eyes vanished, replaced by beastly vertical pupils full of sharpness.
The sword was drawn.
Waiting for the right mont.
...
Under the blood-colored do.
Bathed in dirty blood, with fur clumped together, the Werewolf, although in a miserable state, charged through the hordes of monsters like an invincible evil god.
"Truly a foolish beast."
The Vampire’s face appeared on the do, showing a sinister smile.
This reckless guy didn’t even need him to expend power to easily drag him into another separate space.
"Just stay here slowly."
"With these endlessly regenerating blood puppets."
The Vampire’s face gradually vanished from the do; his ti was limited, and his main focus had to be on the Female Knight wielding the Divine Artifact.
Oh, how ridiculous.
The Empire’s person, the long spear in Longinus’ hand, didn’t wield such power, did it?
Truly a disguise with a genuine Divine Artifact for an antiquated relic, you’ve got so nerve.
The Vampire’s face grew fainter.
But just as it was about to disappear.
The sturdy Werewolf grasped a blood puppet in each hand and suddenly raised his head.
His mouth full of sharp teeth was stained with the filthy blood of the puppets.
His mouth moved.
As if saying, "Found you."
Bam—
Two blood puppets hurled with a whistling wind towards the Vampire’s face.
Yet, the Vampire’s figure still disappeared.
When he reappeared, his face was splattered with filthy blood, devoid of his usual calm and grace.
"Damn, damn it!"
"This filthy beast found my true form!"
The enraged Vampire imdiately wanted to return to the space where the Evil Wolf was imprisoned, using all ans to kill him.
But just then.
He suddenly felt a strange sensation.
His face showed a mocking smile: "What a foolish fellow, does she really think I would go personally?"
As the person who posed the greatest threat among everyone, he absolutely wouldn’t appear personally before Jeanne; the one appearing before her was rely a puppet imitating his face.
Yet soon, his smile froze.
"Damn, her target wasn’t at all."
"She aims to break this space!"
"Who does she think she is?"
His face showed an agitated expression because he indeed felt the realm he controlled was truly shaken by this person’s efforts—it was simply incredible.
Even a Legendary Wizard, unless specializing in Space Magic, couldn’t shake his world.
It was a realm he had crafted from nurous Divine Artifacts left by Ancient Gods over centuries!
Without relying on prepared blood sources, even he would struggle to maintain this world’s enduring existence; throughout his long life, he had only used it twice, and the first ti, a Legendary Wizard died here.
...
"I felt it."
"The aura of that wicked woman, Jeanne."
In the dark, the golden radiance flickered.
Within Feilaimai Castle.
Furinjira suddenly grasped Kurs’ arm tightly: "Stop, stop, I’ve locked onto the enemy’s stored Blood Magic Source."
Kurs hurriedly halted.
He looked at Furinjira with concern but found she only waved her bluish-gray hand: "The wicked woman is burning herself again—people like her always assu nothing can succeed without her."
She raised her face, forcing a smile: "Don’t worry about , Kurs, take to the basent, we have to hurry while I’m still not fully back from transitioning from undead."
"Alright!"
Kurs picked up Furinjira, moving quickly.
When he appeared in the castle basent, he nearly stumbled and fell, maintaining the Corpse Seal exhausted almost all his Blood Magic.
"Kurs, take care of the next steps."
"Yes, miss."
Kurs opened his mouth, eyes full of worry, but ultimately said nothing.
Furinjira surveyed her surroundings.
It was rely an ordinary basent with so clutter, but her pupils seed to reflect a Purgatory filled with blood and death.
She raised her bluish-gray arm, with the Power of Death still coursing through her body.
Yet luckily guided by the wicked woman’s aura, she wouldn’t be forced into completely transforming into an undead.
"Such delicious, pure Blood Magic, why make it appear as if it’s floating with countless corpses and skeletons? Vampires in this world truly are disgusting."
She muttered, her sharp nails glowed with eerie green death energy, slashing through the air in front of her.
The next mont, like tearing away a disguised painting.
The entire basent instantly filled with a pungent sll of blood.
Like an endless Abyss leading towards the heart of the earth, blood flowed from the cliffs, forming an ocean where innurable resentful souls scread and wailed—a veritable blood-filled Purgatory.
Visibly, this Sea of Blood was rapidly withering.
"Wicked woman, you better be careful."
"These will soon be mine."
Without hesitation, she stepped into the Abyss.
Kurs didn’t have ti to remind her before watching Furinjira and the blood-colored world, which had only just revealed its tip to him, disappear together.
...
"Damn thief!"
"Who dares steal my Magic Source?"
The Vampire was beyond infuriated.
Now, he needed the power of the Blood Magic Source to maintain the operation of the realm; losing the source would an he might be drained of all Magic Power in an instant by this little world, even without enemy intervention.
He disregarded everyone.
Quickly rushing into the blood-colored world.
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