CA - Chapter 212

Chapter 212

The predecessors of the Tzimisce clan were human mages who cultivated dark magic. They came into contact with the Power of Darkness even earlier than the witches, and no one was more skilled than them in controlling dark magic.

The sky, which had just been a clear azure, was instantly shrouded in darkness. A black shadow wearing black robes and holding a scythe over ten meters long dominated the entire sky. It spread its arms, its scarlet eyes flashing with an eerie light. The scythe in its hand struck heavily at the walls of seawater on both sides, intending to shatter them.

Cracks began to appear in the werewolf domain above. Several werewolf elders exchanged grave looks and reinforced it.

Delphine led the Elf Race backward, avoiding the wind from the scythe's blade. She stared at the black shadow above, then glanced down at the golden light that was still flickering in the darkness below.

She raised her longbow, drawing the string taut. A long green arrow pierced the darkness and flew toward the black shadow. The arrow and scythe collided with a deafening boom. The scythe tried to descend, while the arrow tried to pierce it. After a brief standoff, the arrow was ultimately split apart by the scythe.

The blade's edge glinted with a red light, as if stained with viscous blood. The scythe swung toward the water walls with the force of a thunderbolt. The two third-generation elders had already lowered their bone staves, revealing satisfied smiles. However, when the scythe was still a meter away from the water wall, a golden firework exploded overhead.

The flames ignited the darkness and rapidly spread outward. The black shadow holding the scythe seemed to be in immense pain. It dropped the scythe, curled into a ball, and quickly retreated, revealing the sky it had obscured.

"The Holy See..." The third-generation elders' expressions turned ugly. They used the Power of Darkness to cut their fingers, smearing the blood on their bone staves, and then chanted an incantation to slowly stabilize the black shadow.

The Power of Darkness and the Power of Light were locked in a stalemate, with the water walls caught in the middle, looking as if they would shatter at any moment. Delphine took out her staff and chanted a spell, simultaneously stabilizing the water walls and coordinating with the light to break down the Power of Darkness.

The large ship had stopped in a safe position. Tang Qiu lowered her staff and looked up, gazing at the black shadow that was still putting up a desperate resistance while being firmly suppressed by the golden light and seawater.

The Tzimisce's dark magic was indeed powerful. She even felt they were more formidable than the Black Witches.

Kama, who had been hiding in the ship's cabin secretly watching Tang Qiu, saw her lower her staff. She scurried through the ranks of priests and hugged her leg.

Tang Qiu looked down at Kama, reached out to pull her in front of her, and said with some exasperation, "Be good and stay on the ship. Don't run around. It's very dangerous here."

She hadn't planned on bringing Kama to the Oscarld Sea, but Kama had begged her relentlessly, even clinging to her leg and refusing to let her go, insisting on coming along.

Erin, who had volunteered to look after Kama, also came through the ranks of priests. She walked to Tang Qiu's side, looked up at the situation above, and said with some surprise, "What powerful dark magic."

It was hard to imagine that this was being used by vampires.

"The predecessors of the Tzimisce clan were mages who researched dark magic. After they became vampires, they gained endless life, so of course their research into dark magic is more thorough than the Black Witches'," Tang Qiu said, pushing Kama toward Erin and handing her a scroll. She said softly, "You two stay on this ship. If there's danger, unfurl the scroll. It's an instant-cast, high-level light magic spell."

Erin stroked Little Fur Ball and thought for a moment before saying, "Okay, I'll protect Kama."

She paused, then added with a serious reminder, "You guys be careful too."

Tang Qiu smiled and nodded. She turned to the leader of her guards and whispered a few words, then flew upward with Lucille, who had appeared by her side at some point.

After the seawater was drained away, the Tzimisce's stone chambers were completely exposed. Looking down from above, the structure of the chambers was elliptical, dense on the outside and somewhat looser on the inside. Because they were high up, the corridors between the chambers looked like the grooves of a formation when viewed from a commanding height.

Tang Qiu lowered her gaze, taking in the strangely shaped stone chambers. Her sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.

Lucille noticed Tang Qiu's unusual reaction and turned her head to ask, "What's wrong?"

Tang Qiu withdrew her gaze and shook her head slightly. "It's nothing." Perhaps she was overthinking it.

Eden had slightly surpassed the limits of a third-generation, and both his speed and strength had improved. If he were facing vampires from other clans, this slight improvement would have given him an advantage. Unfortunately for him, he was now facing Faye.

A werewolf at his level, or perhaps even a level higher.

His body, which hadn't been injured in centuries, was now covered in wounds. Eden looked down at the arm hanging limply at his side and laughed in fury. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the dark energy wandering nearby pounced like a beast that had smelled blood, instantly fusing with the blood to form a giant python.

The python opened its cavernous mouth and lunged at Faye.

Using the moment the python entangled Faye, Eden looked up and shouted to the third-generation elder above, "Elder Haden."

Haden, who was controlling the Power of Darkness in a standoff with Delphine, glanced down, nodded to his companion beside him, and then flew down.

Seeing him descend, Eden turned to leave. Faye saw his intention and tried to block the python with one hand to stop him, but she was intercepted by Haden.

Finally free from Faye, Eden raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned and headed for his stone chamber. His residence had always been a forbidden area, so while the battle raged outside, the place where they were was very quiet.

The ground beneath his feet shook violently from time to time. Blood dripped from the wound on his arm where it had been torn open. Vampires had little blood to begin with, and after losing some, his face became even paler.

But he had no time to treat his injuries first. With a grim expression, Eden saw the door to his stone chamber not far away and felt a small sense of relief.

He raised his hand to push the door, but it didn't open. A flash of golden light sent him flying.

Tang Qiu and Lucille appeared one after the other, surrounding Eden. The former twirled the staff in her hand, her gaze sweeping over Eden from head to toe before looking up at the stone chamber. She raised an eyebrow and said, "What's in here that would make Elder Eden disregard the lives of his own clansmen?"

Eden clutched his chest and stood up from the ground. He looked up, glaring at her with gloomy eyes, and slowly said, "Red-robed Archbishop... why are you here?"

"I am here under the Pope's orders, of course."

Eden snorted coldly, clearly not believing her. He clutched his arm and glanced behind him, then froze. "...Gangrel."

He seemed to realize something, his eyes flickering as he said with a low laugh, "So it was you..." He remembered the masked werewolf standing beside Delphine the day he rescued Gabriel, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes. "I was wondering why someone used a light magic spell that day."

Eden looked at Tang Qiu with a strange expression. "A werewolf actually managed to become a Red-robed Archbishop in the Holy See."

He wasn't as surprised by Tang Qiu's identity as his tone suggested. Eden seemed to be talking to Tang Qiu, but in reality, all his attention was focused on Lucille behind her.

Before his words had even faded, he flashed forward in a sneak attack, wanting to subdue her in one move. However, both Lucille and Tang Qiu were wary of him. The moment he moved, they both switched to an attack stance and met his charge.

Eden's attack failed, and he quickly retreated. Sharp claws swiped past his front. Lucille's strength surprised him somewhat. He retreated to a safe distance, his gaze on Lucille turning fervent.

"Are you about to break through to the third generation?" Eden ignored his own injuries, his hoarse voice tinged with excitement as he looked Lucille up and down. "Such a perfect hybrid."

Lucille's aura was between the fourth and third generations. This was the first time Eden had seen a hybrid at this stage.

"Evan, that useless piece of trash..." Eden cursed under his breath, then looked at Lucille, his tone laced with temptation. "Do you want to break through to the third generation?"

"I can help you, Lucille." It had been a long time since Eden had been this excited, and his stiff expression looked somewhat twisted. "You only need a little bit of blood to do it. If you want, I can even help you break through to the second generation."

"My request is very small. I just want a tiny bit of your blood after you break through."

To show his sincerity, Eden raised his hand and swore, "Just a tiny bit is enough."

Faced with his temptation, Lucille's expression didn't change in the slightest. The coldness in her brow was later tinged with disgust. "You sure talk a lot of nonsense."

"Not everyone pursues power like you." Lucille's right hand slowly clenched into a fist, her aura surging as she walked toward Eden step by step. She said coldly, "Being able to kill you is enough."

The excitement in Eden's eyes slowly subsided. He looked at Lucille, then at Tang Qiu, and straightened his body, popping his dislocated arm back into place. He said in a deep voice, "Then come and try."

Three battlefields had opened up on the seabed. Light and dark elements intertwined, stirring up churning waves. On the shore of the Oscarld Sea, a group of people stood on the beach, the water surging up from the sea already past their calves.

"Such a huge commotion. It seems the Elf Race and the Werewolf Race are truly angry this time," a silver-haired vampire said nonchalantly, stroking a rose in his hand. "But it's good to wipe out the Tzimisce clan. Their clan is like a bunch of rats, always unwelcome."

A grayish-white skeleton beside him raised its arm and swayed, expressing its agreement.

"Are you sure Erin is here too?" Rona turned to look at the tall, thin man wrapped in a black robe, with only his face exposed, and asked with a frown.

Abel, while warily checking if anyone would suddenly appear and see him, replied, "I'm sure. I had someone keep an eye on her. They saw her get on the ship."

"Then it seems this is it." Rona's expression was grave. After a moment of silence, she sighed, "I just don't know if something will go wrong."

"The gears of fate are already turning, and no one can know when they will stop." The silver-haired vampire placed the rose in his breast pocket and patted it gently. "Let's go. We'll wait for the boss to return in Vandent."

Rona frowned. "What if something unexpected happens?"

"That's not something we can change." Abel stretched. "You guys go on. I have to get back to the Holy See."

His recent habit of appearing and disappearing was about to arouse Gabriel's suspicion.

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