Chapter 182: Feast of the Vampires
2015-01-09
Author: Followers of Floating Tower
Holy Avenger.
A very special advanced profession.
The name originally comes from a weapon called ‘Holy Avenger.’ It is difficult to say whether it is an artifact; all that is known is that it is stronger than the artifact ‘Star of Daylight.’ Unfortunately, it has been lost in history. The Legendary Paladin who wielded this weapon went through many experiences, the specifics of which are unknown. All that is known is that he eventually fell from grace and became the first Holy Avenger.
In that era.
The Lord of Radiance was still the Lord of Dawn, and the Dawn War had just begun. The Goddess of Luck and the God of Decay died due to the Lord of Dawn’s obsessive justice, leading to the emergence of the Goddess of Misfortune and the Goddess of Luck from their corpses. The gods also tried to stop his overly selfless, passionate, and paranoid beliefs to prevent greater destruction to the world. Unfortunately, they couldn’t stop the Dawn War; the d*ath of the Goddess of Luck and the fracturing of the deities resulted in another split among the factions of the gods. [Knowledge: ‘The Birth of the Twin Goddesses.’]
From that time on, the Lord of Dawn’s alignment had already shifted from Neutral Good to Lawful Good.
In the end, the most powerful Lord of Radiance was born!
His offspring inherited the divine power of Dawn’s Light, and he himself replaced the God of Justice, becoming the most powerful deity within the Lawful Good alignment!
The second faith of the Paladins began to shift towards him.
Now, Paladins who worship the God of Justice are far fewer than those who worship the Lord of Radiance.
After the Lord of Dawn became the Lord of Radiance, Mother Earth began to retreat, and the Agricultural Goddess took her place as the new deity. No one knows what happened during that period, but to this day, the Lord of Radiance has been at the forefront of the fight against evil. The Lord of Radiance even launched a counter-offensive war against the Abyss; if it weren’t for the reluctance of the elemental gods to help him, the Abyss might have been sealed directly by him. After all, the four elemental deities possess strong divine power and have more than once defeated the Demon Legion.
The Abyss initially aimed to unify the Multiverse but was quickly brought down by the elemental army! [The four major elemental deities teamed up to defeat the first batch of Demon Legions.]
Later, the demons thought it best to focus on winning the bl**d War first.
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Soren moved through the shadows.
In his memory, the City of Wealth had never been destroyed, so today’s unrest should calm down quickly; the Temple of Wealth should be making its move soon.
As expected.
Not long after Soren left, a towering golden light appeared above the Temple of Wealth, and teams of fully armored golden knights emerged, led by the jeweled Wealth Priest. The accumulation of thousands of years of the temple’s foundation was on display at that moment. Teams of temple knights began to gather, with hundreds of high-ranking guard knights equipped in gleaming golden armor rushing towards the direction of the demons’ appearance.
A phantom appeared in the sky above the Temple of Wealth, seemingly watching over the city.
It was the Holy Spirit Priest.
The Legendary Priest, after shedding his physical form, became the Holy Spirit to guard a place. It had existed for hundreds of years.
Soren’s heartbeat began to quicken.
His initial feeling resurfaced. He could sense Vivian was in the city, but he could not determine her exact location.
The flowing bl**d gave him a headache, and his temples throbbed incessantly.
He didn’t know why this was happening!
Amidst his vague awareness, he caught a whiff of bl**d. It was not the smell of slaughter but another unsettling scent of bl**d.
The scent of bl**d that left a profound memory for Soren seemed only achievable by a specific spell!
A silver light soared through the air.
The figure of the Silver Hand finally appeared before the world, but instead of heading toward the demons, it flew toward a distant tower. Eerie figures surrounded the area, approaching that direction. The Holy Spirit Priest seemingly noticed something and transformed into a physical form amidst the golden radiance before flying toward it. Soren’s heartbeat intensified; the muscles of his entire body bulged as twisted veins appeared like worms, and even his face took on a hint of a dark hue.
His heart rate gradually decreased.
Soren gasped as he knelt on the ground. This bizarre change was completely beyond his control. It seemed that other forces were causing his body to change. This change was likely related to the divinity of Fear, as Soren had never encountered such an event before; he felt his heartbeat slipping beyond his control. It felt like something was about to explode within him.
Soren’s vision began to turn red.
This was due to his pupils becoming engorged with bl**d; he saw the tracks of vampires. These dark creatures moved with incredible agility across the rooftops, their natural agility reaching around 20 points. Some other figures appeared, seemingly telepathically, and Soren suddenly noticed a cold-faced man rushing from the direction of the city guard; he seemed to have spotted Soren’s track but didn’t linger, moving toward the Silver Hand.
Something major must be happening over there!
Soren gritted his teeth and walked in that direction. His body gradually slipped out of his control; his racing heart and boiling bl**d almost rendered him immobile, and he stumbled forward. Finding Vivian might help him understand everything. Drops of sweat poured from his body and quickly evaporated; his temperature was rising, his skin reddening like a boiled shrimp. Soren’s mind grew increasingly hazy, and his vision began to blur.
His heartbeat occasionally slowed down but then quickly sped up again; he even felt his heart was about to explode.
Rumbling!
A sudden explosion echoed in the distance, followed by a tremor of the ground.
“Soren?!”
A familiar and exaggerated voice rang out, and a sneaky small figure scurried out from the corner, glancing at the staggering Soren. It seemed the figure wanted to reach out to support him, but then withdrew as if touching a hot iron, muttering, “Heavens! Why is it so hot? You’re about to be roasted alive!”
Soren regained a bit of his senses.
He looked up and opened his eyes to see Aladdin standing before him, along with a bewitchingly beautiful woman behind him. However, Soren saw two other faces; one was human, and the other was covered in silver scales. The figure was entirely adorned with small scales, a trait exhibited by only one type of creature.
Serpent Person!?
Soren seemed to recall something and spoke in a hoarse voice, like someone who hadn’t had water in a long time, “Serpent? Serpent Person? Vivian!”
“Where is Vivian?”
Suddenly, he moved as fast as lightning, faster than he had before, and in the blink of an eye, he grasped the woman’s arm. Her arm quickly turned red as if placed in boiling water, revealing a hint of pain, she cried out, “Let me go! …The Master! …The Master has gone to confront the Demon Son of Fear! …So hot! …Let go!”
Demon Son of Fear?
Vivian? Not good! She is in danger!
Soren’s mind seemed to recover slightly; Vivian’s figure flashed in his thoughts, allowing his will to gradually regain control over his body. His pupils had dilated to about twice their size, his body temperature nearing eighty or ninety degrees, almost causing him to smoke.
He took a deep breath.
Unknowingly, Soren’s fingers began to blacken, and his eyes were filled with dense veins. After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly leaped up, directly reaching three or four stories high, and then rushed toward the source of the sound.
“How is this possible?!”
Only Aladdin remained, dumbfounded, muttering, “This power, this speed, this leap ability! …Did Soren ascend to legend?! …”
At the top of a towering structure.
A strangely beautiful man gazed down at the city engulfed in flames, his pupils a bl**d-red color, his lips curling into a cruel smile, looking down arrogantly like a lord of the night. Mesmerized, he said, “bl**d, slaughter, and madness!”
“The foolish little clowns have already taken the stage! …I smell the scent of fear spreading! …”
“Go mad! …k*ll! …Fear! …Feel despair descending in the face of fear! …You clever idiots! …Offer me your final performance! …”
—”Feast of the Vampires!” [Legendary Spell]
A crimson wave surged forth, boiling the bl**d of all living creatures within a radius of five hundred meters. Drops of bl**d flowed from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, like a torrent sweeping forth! The creatures covered by the spell’s range turned into dry corpses in the blink of an eye, and countless streams of bl**d surged forth, then phantoms appeared above the corpses, standing up from them before drifting into the darkness, disappearing gradually into the night.
The entire tower was drenched in bl**d, resembling hell descending upon the earth.
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(PS: It seems that recent daily tasks of the dark floating tower are trending? I checked the backend performance, and indeed, it’s better than before. No wonder more people are getting dark vibes. By the way, I’ve put so much effort into this work, every word is my painstaking effort. Recently, in order to fill gaps in my knowledge of the planes, I painfully translated from ‘Relativity.’ You all should be a little lenient, okay?
In the end, even though I can’t fully understand those books, they seem rather impressive. — My brain is spinning with confusion.) (To be continued ~^~)
