Do not confiscate my citizenship!!

Chapter 844: The Real Disaster of the Kreihe Empire
Downtown Blierda.

As the sun began to set, the sky took on a magnificent golden color. The afterglow of dusk illuminated the thin layer of snow on the top of Mount Ostrog, covering the entire mountain with a sacred coat.

"As long as I can escape, as long as I can escape to that place..."

Lachar fled in a panic. He was sure that the God of War would soon return to this divine temple now that the National Day celebrations had just ended.

As long as those military gods come back, they will definitely be able to protect him.

The sun will set soon, and once the night of the Krelian Empire comes, he will return to the ninth level.

The winter mountain breeze blew through the dense pine forest, rustling, and the wind picked up the withered and fallen leaves on the ground, making them circling in the air, and then slowly falling down, forming a golden carpet. At the end of Mount Ostro, stood a magnificent beige building. It towered into the clouds and was built entirely of stone bricks from the ancient times of the gods. The surface of the bricks glowed with dazzling golden light like flowing magma.

The indestructible miracle stone bricks have gone through billions of years of baptism and are still intact without any damage.

The holographic defense barriers surrounding the temple envelop the entire building.

The special patrol troops in black military coats were scanning the surrounding corners vigilantly. The setting sun cast long shadows on their uniforms, making them look like a group of hunters in the dark night, ready to catch prey at any time.

This is the location of the Kremer Empire's military staff and headquarters.

Deep inside the other side of the military building, there is a huge circular space, which the Kremer people call the "Temple of the Gods".

This is the meeting place of the Twelve Military Gods of the Empire. After getting permission from the Military God, you can only come here to visit the Military God. If you want to go deeper into the core area, you must get the Military God's token, or only the Military God himself can arrive.

However, at this moment.

Under the eyes of the guards and the barrier, a faint black shadow appeared outside the Temple of the Descendants of God.

At first, he was just a blurry shadow. Gradually, the shadow became clearer and clearer, and finally solidified into the appearance of a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

Lachar, who was at the ninth level, wanted to sneak around quietly, but these imperial soldiers had no way of discovering his presence. Moreover, he was already very familiar with the map of the defense facilities around the Temple of the Gods.

Lachar's skin at this moment was as white as snow, and his fluffy and soft brown short hair was slightly golden.

The pure black velvet dress wrapped around his slender body, and the ancient emblem of the Cretan Empire was embroidered in gold thread on the lapel - that was the family emblem of the Roland family, a griffin with its head held high.

At first glance, he seemed to be just like any other rich boy in the city of Brillda. Perhaps he was just curious and accidentally stumbled into the outskirts of this sacred temple.

But if you look into his eyes, you will find that this is not the case.

Those were a pair of distant red eyes, like a bottomless pool of blood. The wisdom and time contained in them far exceeded what his immature appearance could bear.

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, appeared here, his breath was extremely disordered, his eyelids drooped, as if he had just experienced a brutal battle.

He moved forward, leaning against the wall of the temple, avoiding the scorching sun that seemed to burn his skin.

The golden sunset shone through the window lattice, and his silhouette, which could not be hidden, made him look particularly thin.

"Landry...you guys are exhausted too...I want to see how you fight the God of War in full strength..."

Lachar gritted his teeth viciously, his pupils still bloodshot.

Although he escaped at the cost of abandoning Blood Moon City, he also lost a lot of mana and blood in the battle and was exposed to the sunlight, and urgently needed blood to restore his vitality.

He knew that he had to find a position where Landry couldn't get in or catch him before Landry caught up with him, and then gather his strength to fight back against the exhausted Landry and others!
Despite his injuries, the wounded Lachar sneaked all the way to the Divine Temple, which could be called the second stronghold of their blood clan.

When Lachar arrived at the outer entrance of the hall, he took out a spare seal engraved with amethyst. It belonged to Marquis Ryan, and was engraved with the emblem of Marquis Ryan, the ninth military god. General Lachar pressed the seal into the groove on the door, and immediately, many restrictions were opened, allowing the distinguished visitor to pass.

The next second, Lachar's figure disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

The whole process was smooth and silent, and even the guards outside the hall didn't notice it at all.

A peaceful and harmonious melody echoed in the Temple of Gods.

The pure and ethereal sound of the harp is like the sound of nature, echoing in the hall.

Sometimes it is high-pitched, sometimes it is low-pitched, just like an angel singing in the clouds, soothing every soul. The sound of the harp is mixed with the crispness of wind chimes, and it is like elves dancing on the treetops, bringing a hint of joy.

The sound of the flute is melodious and lingering, as if coming from distant time and space. It tells ancient legends and chants distant memories. Various musical instruments are intertwined together to form a harmonious melody, holy and lofty, graceful and melodious, lingering in the afterglow of the setting sun and reaching the sky.

The music seems to be the chant between heaven and earth, and also seems to be the song of joy of all living things.

The setting sun shines through the towering rose windows of the Temple of the Gods, falls on the marble floor and turns into broken diamonds from heaven falling to the earth, reflecting the murals of the Age of Gods on the walls.

Lachar carefully avoided the beam of light from the setting sun.

At this point, Landry couldn't catch up with him.

His face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes burning with rage for revenge.

"I will search every corner of the Kremlin Empire. Even if I have to dig deep underground, I will find you, the cunning professor, and make you suffer a fate worse than death..."

Duke Lachard gritted his teeth and listened to the clock strike five.

He would stop at nothing to gather the power of half of the empire's military gods to hunt down the culprit who had pushed him into a desperate situation.

Professor Landry, the ghost of Lanclos, must perish.

However, in the densely populated city of Brildah, it happened to be the National Day when all the war gods gathered. Lachar did not dare to use powerful mental magic to contact the war gods under his control. Doing so would inevitably attract the attention of other war gods and even expose his whereabouts.

If a war breaks out within the God of War and Landry comes to cause trouble, Landry probably doesn't want to see this scene, and Lachar doesn't want to see it even more.

He had to keep a low profile, avoid being noticed, get rid of those uncontrollable military gods, and then get his money back from Landry with interest.

So, Lachar activated a fake identity he had in the Kreihe Empire, disguised as a distant relative of the mother of the Ninth Military God, Marquis Ryan, and hid in this temple with the highest standard of complete shielding barrier in the empire. He secretly contacted the military gods and gathered the half under his control.

At this time, the military gods should have just finished the blessing ceremony at the Cretan Memorial Square. They will continue to guard the closing speech of Saint Bardo the Great at the Cretan Memorial Square for a while before returning to the Temple of the Gods.

Lachar raised his head and glanced sideways at the setting sun in the hall.

Soon, it will be dark.

Only when it was completely dark could he feel completely at ease.

In any case, fighting during the day was too disadvantageous.

It was precisely because that villain Landry seized on this weakness that he was able to force me into this situation.

"Landry, our second round has just begun..."

Just as Lachar was secretly proud of his plan.

The Divine Hall suddenly shone with silver light.

Like a bright silver moon rising, the entire hall is enveloped in holy light.

"?!"

Lachar was startled, but did not dare to move too much and expose himself to the scorching sun.

It was the breath of the Moon Goddess, as if the pure land of heaven had descended upon the earth, filling the area on this side of the temple.

Although this pure moonlight was not as deadly as sunlight, Lachar still felt a physical discomfort and his internal organs were churning.

He could only barely open his eyes in the sunlight, and saw only a blurry figure appearing outside the silver light, slowly walking towards him.

"I, I'm a visitor. I'm here to see Marquis Ryan..."

Lachar had no choice but to suppress the alarm in his heart and express to the other party that he had no hostility.

It stands to reason that at this point in time, if a god of war returned to the Temple of the Gods, he would most likely abandon his original job of protecting Saint Bardo the Great and do things that violate etiquette and duties.

But the logic behind the other party's behavior of rushing back made him feel uneasy.

"Third Ancestor, there's no need to hide. I know it's you."

Violet of the Water Jade had set up the Moon Goddess's Flawless Pure Land barrier, and holding a staff, she walked towards the direction where Lachar was hiding.

The clearly audible tapping of the ring on the staff made Lachar's heart tremble at the same frequency.

"Violet...why is it you?"

When Lachar heard the other party call out his identity, he also confirmed that he was the God of War who appeared in the Temple of the Gods at this moment.

The last person he wanted to see.

She was wearing the robe of the high priestess of the Silver Moon and Healing Goddess, and her long dark blue hair cascaded down to her waist. She was also the Sixth Military God Water Jade Seat, who could enter any area of ​​the hall naturally.

The sixth of the twelve Cretan gods of war, Violet of Aquamarine, is considered one of the most gentle gods of war. She refuses to kill, and even after the Cretan Empire went to war, she was determined not to go to the front line. She was left behind with Brillda to be responsible for logistics and protecting the safety of the Cretan hinterland.

But for the vampires, her bloodline as a high-level wolf witch already represents endless troubles.

"Landry is right. You, the vampire, have been endangering the empire for too long. It is my fault that I failed to catch you earlier."

Violet acted without hesitation, the silvery moonlight circulated around her body, and her voice was like the sound of nature, yet it carried unquestionable majesty.

The icicle blasted Lachar away from the corner column like a rat.

Lachar barely supported his body, and after seeing Violet's position and her murderous intention, he threw himself behind another pillar.

"Landry, Landry again..."

Lachar suddenly shouted with relief, and his laughter echoed in the empty hall, seeming particularly creepy.

No matter where you escape to, it's Landry!
He is indeed a ghost!
"But, Violet, since you've followed me here, you must be planning to capture me, right? If you've gone this far, you should have thought about the price!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lachar, who no longer had any illusions about success, felt a surge of black and red magic power all over his body. His blood suddenly condensed and turned into a sharp weapon.

He was reaching the end of his rope.

Whoever comes to trouble him at this time will be killed by him!

"The sun has not yet set on the Empire."

Violet had a cold expression on her face. She gently waved her staff and the moonlight turned into a giant net, covering Lacharr's head.

Shrouded in dusk, the Temple of the Gods became a battlefield rich in the colors of the Age of Gods.

The marble floor reflected the blood-red setting sun. The twelve columns cast long shadows, like a giant's fingers crisscrossing on the ground. Above the dome, thousands of glowing immortal crystals sparkled. The unchanging starry sky witnessed the epic battle between the wolves and the vampires.

Violet, the high priestess of the Moon Goddess, held a silver staff in her hand, her purple eyes reflecting two pools of clear water as she chanted divine scriptures, each syllable carrying the power to pierce through gold and split stone.

Two races, two forces, met at the end of a journey of ten thousand years in this hall.

Lachar's bloody claws spread out from the ground, turning into an afterimage and grabbing Violet.

"go to hell!"

Lachar let out a shrill roar.

Violet waved the staff gently.

An ice-blue fan-shaped defense came towards him, blocking Lachar's way.

The cold light burst out into thousands of ice crystals, forming an ice net in the air.

Lachar's body paused, and the bloody hand he controlled hit the ice net like a sharp blade.

In an instant, the ice crystals splattered and turned into powder.

"Under the sun, you are only slightly stronger than an ordinary eighth-level warrior, but I am no weaker than the cardinal of the Church of Resurrection."

Violet continued to respond to Lachal with a crisp snap of her fingers.

The next second, all the ice crystals retreated like the tide, turning into tiny stars and disappearing in the afterglow of dusk.

Lachar felt as if his magical powers were being drained away by these ice crystals.

"Despicable wolf witch."

Lachar never expected that the Third Ancestor would be forced into such a situation by a mere wolf priestess.

Rather than directly endangering the opponent's life, the spell of this female wolf witch also carries the invisible power of the Moon Goddess that depletes the opponent's magic power.

This is undoubtedly a fatal threat to him as the ancestor of the legal system.

If I were in my complete state at night, I would be much stronger than Violet.

But he was injured, and under the sunlight reflected by the temple, he would be extremely weakened.

He was forced into a corner by Violet's Moon Goddess spells and ice magic, and was suppressed by Violet under the light!
"You forced me to do this, Violet—"

When he was forced into a desperate situation, Lachar had no choice but to roar.

He could only use mental magic to force other military gods to quickly return to the Temple of the Gods to help him kill Violet!
Even if this would alert other military gods to his presence, destroying all the painstaking efforts of these years in infiltration and erosion, causing chaos in Brielda and triggering a huge war among multiple military gods, and even allowing Professor Landry to catch up with him in the chaos, Lachar had no other choice!
Even if they had to die together, he would drag High Priestess Violet, Professor Landry, and those civilians to die with him.

But just when Lachar was using all his strength to control his mind through blood.

However, he discovered that his spiritual magic was blocked by the Moon Goddess's Pure Land barrier in this temple.

"Not conveying it...?"

This barrier almost cut off his spiritual connection with other military gods.

So he could no longer command any military god to come.

"Violet, what is this?!"

He questioned Violet in great shock and anger.

"Lachar, do you think I would fight you here without any preparation?"

The airflow from Violet's staff turned into countless sharp frost air, whistling through the ice prison and rushing towards Lachar.

"I have already prepared methods to deal with your mental control. Although I don't know which military gods are under your control, I will not let you recall other military gods now, and I will not let you harm innocent civilians in the empire. Just repent here!"

She looked at Lachar with a stern look and said.

"No! I don't want to lose to your despicable wolf clan."

Lachar roared unwillingly, forcibly mobilizing the remaining magic power in his body to erect a dark red shield in front of him.

The frost air hit the shield, making a series of muffled sounds. The blood-red shield trembled violently, and spider-web-like cracks gradually appeared.

He and Violet put up a final resistance.

As long as he could wait until the damn sun set, he would definitely be able to defeat Violet.

And this brief moment of sunset seemed so far away to him.

Just as the shield was about to break, a flash of blood appeared in Lachar's eyes. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and actually took on a ray of frost.

The frozen blood dripped through Lachar's fingers, but he was unaware of it. He held the frost tightly, and the dark red magic power flowed madly into Violet's staff along the frost.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, you can't defeat me!!"

Lachal stared at Violet with a fierce look.

It was like he was telling her, and also like he was telling himself that he must hold on.

Violet only felt a spiritual magic power invading her body along the staff, trying to disrupt her magic circuits and cause her to cast spells incorrectly.

"You're not something like Landry who never casts spells. If you do, you'll make mistakes!"

Lachar didn't know whether he was influenced by his surroundings or was tortured too badly, but now he would subconsciously review the battle.

"..."

As Violet's magic power became disordered, cracks began to appear in the ice prison.

Lachar seized the opportunity, dark red magic power exploded, and the ice prison shattered into pieces in an instant.

"I will let you experience the pain of being attacked by magic power! I will let you experience the despair of blood flowing backwards!"

Lachal's eyes glowed bloodshot as he pointed at Violet.

At the same time, all the shadows around suddenly became extremely thick, like puddles of dark asphalt, penetrating into the broken ground and seeping into the broken columns, ready to engulf the entire hall.

Black and red magic power burst out from Lachar's fingertips, flying out like life, straight for Violet's heart!

But in the blink of an eye, white moonlight suddenly rose from Violet's body, and the silver-white light turned into a light shield, which actually blocked the magic arrow. Moreover, the frost air in the hall suddenly gathered again, and accompanied by the rising air flow, it almost broke Lachar's balance.

More ice crystals grew out from the broken ice net, continuously repairing the gaps and completely entangled Lachar.

Violet's figure floated and appeared behind Lachar. The staff in her hand had turned into a white sword, emitting bright moonlight, and drew an arc to slash at the back of Lachar's neck.

Lachar turned around alertly, and his iron-like arms blocked the sword, sparks flying from the friction of metal.

After a moment of stalemate, Violet did not give Lachal a chance to breathe.

A huge magic barrier suddenly appeared on the ground, emitting a faint blue light.

In the center of the magic circle, a crystal clear ice flower slowly grew out, growing taller and taller, and eventually turned into an ice prison, completely enveloping Lachar.

Inside the ice prison, Lachar felt that his magic power was rapidly draining away, his blood vessels were almost frozen, and his limbs became extremely stiff. No matter how he urged his magic power, it was difficult to break through this unbreakable ice cage.

"Lachar, you underestimate the magic of the Moon Goddess."

Violet stood motionless opposite Lachar, holding the staff upright in front of her, gripping the handle with both hands, and gathering magic power.

Lachar felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul, about to freeze his consciousness.

He tried to resist, but found his frozen torso was losing consciousness.

"What... did you... do to me..."

Rachel asked through gritted teeth.

"seal."

Violet replied calmly.

This is the sealing spell passed down by the wolf clan.

Under this purifying moonlight, even immortal vampires cannot escape the fate of being sealed.

As Violet whispered, a phantom of the moon appeared out of thin air, hovering over Lachar. Countless silver threads hung down from the moon and wrapped around Lachar's hands and feet.

"stop!!"

Lachar struggled desperately, but his strength was draining away at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He was like a wild beast that was forced into a desperate situation. He struggled and roared madly, vowing to break free from the extremely cold seal that clung to him.

Lachar's dark red magic power spread out like a violent storm, gathering into a black and red vortex around him and moving under the ice.

In the center of the ice, Lachar continuously emitted dazzling blood-red light cocoons, trying to tear apart the silver threads wrapped around his body.

Every movement brought about a storm of magical power, shaking the entire temple.

"Stupid woman, do you think you can seal me?!"

Lachar gnashed his teeth and roared, his voice hoarse and frantic,
"When night falls, that will be the day you die! I swear, I will let you taste the pain I have endured for tens of thousands of years!"

"These spells were designed to seal you away from the beginning."

Violet held the staff tightly in both hands, feeling the power of her ancestors. The moonlight condensed from the Moon Goddess Pure Land barrier and locked Lachar tightly.

The light net shrank, and the silver thread of the seal tightened accordingly.

Lachar felt as if all his limbs were strangled and his bones were creaking as if they were about to be crushed.

He relied on his strong will to fight against Violet.

Beads of sweat oozed from Violet's forehead, leaving tiny streaks on her fair face.

"Lachar, stop struggling in vain. Your defeat is inevitable."

Her eyes remained firm, without the slightest wavering.

It was not difficult for Violet to suppress Lachar in the sun, but it was still quite difficult to completely seal Lachar, an undead creature from the realm of the gods.

Time did not allow her to continue to wear down Lachar's condition, so she could only seal him forcibly.

Or maybe it could be said that Lachar's battle strategy just now was to delay her until after dark.

"Hahahaha, I didn't lose. You can't seal me."

Lachar laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter was hollow and strange.

"As soon as I regain my freedom, I will make you pay with blood. Look, the sun is about to set!"

Before he finished speaking, another surge of blood-colored magic power surged out and rushed straight towards Violet.

Violet had to make a hand gesture with one hand and put up a moonlight shield in front of her.

The blood-colored magic power hit the light shield, emitting dazzling sparks.

This is a tug-of-war between the two sides to decide the outcome.

Until the last moment, when the sky was completely dark, whether Lachard would be sealed first or he would recover his strength first and break free from Violet's seal was no longer just a game of magic and life, but a final competition of faith and willpower.

Every second becomes longer.

It was like being torn into a hundred, a thousand pieces, making them clearly perceptible to Lachelle and Violet.

And any of these nodes may change the outcome.

But the sun set faster than Violet predicted.

It was as if he was the God of Night, who wanted to help his beloved vampires whom he protected in the last resort.

"Violet, you lose."

Just as Lachar was making his final resistance.

The gradually dimming light in the Temple of the Gods suddenly changed and became brighter.

An indigo figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.

He pushed the door open in surprise, letting the light in, and watched the battle in the hall.

Lachar's laughter stopped abruptly after he saw the figure clearly.

The visitor was wearing a blue and white wing-like cloak that covered his knight's clothes, with a faint glow of light blue and white, as if it was a fragment peeled off from the clouds in the sky.

It was as if he had accidentally wandered into the battlefield.

"Violet, what's going on?"

Hecintos looked at Violet, who was suppressing Lachar in the Temple of Gods, with surprise.

"Hycintus, come and help me."

Violet shouted happily when she saw the newcomer.

It would have taken her some time to suppress Lachar, and the sun set unusually quickly today. With Hecintos helping her seal Lachar, the seal could be completed quickly.

"But you, why are you here?"

Violet felt that she could no longer control Rachel, who was recovering his strength.

The sky was strange today and it got dark too quickly. Fortunately, at this most critical moment, her strongest companion Hecintus arrived.

"I was very worried about you when I saw you suddenly run away just now. Then, after consulting Saint Bardo the Great and other military gods, I also violated the rules and rushed here early."

Hecintus immediately became wary of Lachal and explained to Violet.

When the clock struck five, their war and the blessing of the God of Swords ended, and Violet just resumed her actions and left her post without caring about anything, leaving them all confused as to what was going on.

The other gods of war now have the important task of protecting Saint Bardo the Great, and no more of them can leave the Cremona Memorial Square at will.

And after a while, some of them seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and their memories were in a very confused state.

"No, goddess of fate, this is not fair. Why do you want to control my fate?"

Lachar roared angrily in the temple.

Just when I saw a glimmer of hope, it was ruthlessly crushed again.

Hecintos is not only the most extreme specialized strongman, but also an all-round strongman because he has no weaknesses.

In addition to reaching the pinnacle of slashing, Hecintos, who is recognized as the strongest in the southern continent today, has an unparalleled talent in swordsmanship and a special talent in magic. However, he did not spend too much time pursuing the mastery of all types of spells, but instead specialized in various types of counter spells.

At this moment, Lachar was totally inadequate for Hecintos.

"Don't blame the gods for everything. When you accept punishment, do you never think about the sins you have committed?"

Violet confidently maintained the seal of Rashar without fear of the night.

"I told you what was going on. Luckily I came to take a look."

As Hecintus spoke, he looked up at Lachar who was blocked by ice on the other side of the temple. His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he was already filled with fighting spirit.

He believed in Violet unconditionally and identified Lachal as his enemy.

Lachar hurriedly struggled with the seal, trying to use mental magic to control Hecintos' mind and make a final counterattack.

"Hyacinthus, think back to your painful childhood, let me help you heal the scars in your heart and submit to me again!"

His eyes suddenly glowed red, and invisible veins of magic flew out from all parts of his body, circling and interweaving in the air to form a thread, and sank into Hecinthos' body.

Hecintus paused, and the Temple of the Gods fell silent for a moment.

"How do you know my past...?"

Hecintos asked, looking at Lashair and touching his head in confusion.

"No, this is impossible..."

What Lachar never expected was that his spiritual magic was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples.

Hecintos' eyes were clear, not affected at all.

"Don't dream. In the Moon Goddess's Pure Land, your mind control magic has lost its effect."

Violet said with disdain as she applied more frost to seal off Lachar.

Sure enough, her best friend Hecintos had been controlled by the third ancestor Lachar.

Lachar tries to control Hecintos' power and launch a counterattack.

But now, the control has been lifted.

Hearing this, Lachar turned pale.

In this flawless pure land of the Moon Goddess, his blood control is ineffective and will be dissolved the moment it touches Helicintos.

This seems like a dead end.

"Damn the wolf tribe, damn the wolf witch, ahhhh."

When Lachar saw that Hecintos' will was so clear at this moment, his last hope was shattered.

Even if he was in his prime, he wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat Hecintus, this monster among humans, in a head-on battle.

Now that he is seriously injured, even if he holds on until night, he may not be able to fight against the combination of Violet and Helicintos!

Moreover, the other military gods whose minds were blocked by the blood control would soon return to the Temple of the Gods, where they would be isolated from their spiritual magic by the Moon Goddess's Flawless Pure Land and would not be able to be controlled by him.

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

He roared madly, until his voice was hoarse.

But the roar soon turned into a shrill scream.

Countless ice crystal silver threads pierced into Lachar's flesh and blood like steel needles, blocking every magic node in his body. Lachar felt that his internal organs were churning, his bones were dislocated, and he was in excruciating pain.

"Violet, come here, get to a safe place, away from him, I will chop him up and cut him into pieces."

Hecintus spoke softly to Violet, his voice as steady as the sea.

"Well, you are still the most reliable, my friend."

Violet nodded knowingly.

With the help of Hecintos, the third ancestor Lachar who still has the strength to resist can be sealed in a blink of an eye.

She took a few cautious steps back and retreated to the rear.

Violet was sure that with her ability to suppress Lachar, Hecintos would soon be able to put an end to the vampires, the ultimate scourge of the Cremon Empire.

They haven't fought side by side like this for a long time.

"Violet, you are my best friend..."

Hecintus walked towards Lachar on the other side of the temple and put his hand on the sword at his waist.

Just when Violet thought everything was over, a familiar sense of security came from behind her.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to express her gratitude to Hyacinthus, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Violet lowered her head in disbelief, only to see a hand piercing her body from behind, blood oozing out of the wound.

And the owner of that hand was her best friend whom she could always trust.

“Always!!”

Hecintus burst into crazy laughter, and with his blade-like hand he pulled Violet's heart out from her back and crushed it in his hand.

"...?!"

Blood was oozing from the corners of Violet's mouth, and her gradually dimming purple eyes still showed disbelief.

Even Lachal, who was being sealed by Violet in the distance, widened his eyes.

He didn't understand why Hecintus attacked Violet, even though Hecintus had already lost his mental control.

"Hecintos, why are you..."

There was blood at the corner of Violet's mouth, and her lips were trembling as she uttered a few words with difficulty.

She stiffly used all her strength to look back, and the scene she saw made her pupils suddenly contract.

There was a look of released joy on Hecintus' handsome face, and his eyes showed his disgust for her.

"I love seeing that expression on your face. Don't make a fuss. You were just one step ahead of them, you damn civilian."

Hecintus spoke to Violet, his voice gradually lowering.

What answered her next was a heart-wrenching pain.

"I have lived in secrecy just for this day, and you must disappear because of this."

Bright red blood splashed everywhere, covering Hecintus' palm, but he didn't care. He shook his hand and scattered the broken wolf heart on the ground.

Violet fell down. Her once beautiful and holy face was now as pale as paper. Her body was as motionless as a petrified statue, and her life force quickly dissipated.

The glow of the sunset is gradually hidden behind the horizon, and the National Day celebrations are coming to an end.

Instead, a full moon rises towards the zenith, accompanied by a layer of light purple mist.

The sky was filled with stars, and the streets of the city of Brierda below the temple were completely covered in black. Unconsciously, people's breath was hidden and they fell into silence.

The music in the Temple of Gods also became weird.

The originally soft harp sound suddenly rose to a high pitch, like the scream of a ghost spanning twenty years. The wind chimes were no longer cheerful, but made a harsh collision sound, like the wailing in purgatory.

The iron boots of Hyacinthus stomped on the tiles of the temple, and the drumbeats were like thunder.

Under such music, the Temple of Gods lost its former holiness. The bloody moonlight shone through the rose windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground. The shadows of the stone pillars were distorted as he walked by.

The entire space was immersed in a dark red, blood, madness, and murderousness, interweaving into a fugue of death.

"Twenty years ago, this day was just like this, the smell of blood was everywhere."

Hecintus walked towards Lachar and said calmly,

"I started as the eldest son of a marquisate and hid my real name. I gave up everything and lived my life disguised as a commoner. Until now, I have almost forgotten my original name, and I can hardly remember what my parents and sister look like."

There was neither sadness nor self-mockery in his eyes, he just calmly recalled the past.

"You, what are you talking about?"

Lachar's mind was in a mess. He propped himself up and instinctively wanted to step back.

He knew that Hecintus had always been upright and kind, and was known as the spiritual leader and role model of the people of the Cretan Empire.

But now, Hyacinthus killed his companion, the High Priest of the Moon, without hesitation while in a sober state.

All this is so unreasonable!
Hecintos walked slowly towards Lachar, walking on the tiles of the God's Temple that were stained red with wolf blood.

At this moment, even Lachar, who had just had the frost seal broken and regained his freedom, was so shocked that his back tensed up and his whole body shuddered.

He stared at Hecintus intently, and his hands, which were raised to try to resist Hecintus, trembled constantly. He was obviously unable to understand what was happening before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)