CA - Chapter 230
Chapter 230
The arrival of the werewolves and elves plunged the Shas Principality into complete chaos. The black mist shrouding the sky was violently torn apart by raging fire, allowing sunlight to shine upon the land once more. The demonic creatures and Black Witches besieging the Holy See were repelled by the joint forces of the werewolves and elves.
Reinforcements from the Holy See arrived one after another, launching a counterattack under the cover of the elves and werewolves.
This battle would determine the victory of light or darkness. Both sides fought with all their might, and no one chose to retreat.
Yet, amidst the Shas Principality, which had been utterly transformed into a battlefield, one place remained as tranquil as ever. The flames of war did not touch it, nor did the light of day. Dekava Town was enveloped in darkness, without a single glimmer of light, like an abyss waiting for prey to fall into its net.
A vortex suddenly appeared on an open patch of ground, and from it emerged witches in red and white robes. Nearly a thousand of them, a dense crowd, filled the clearing in front of Dekava Town.
Their expressions were obscured by their hoods, but when they occasionally lifted their heads to look at the town, their eyes were fervent and devout.
A red-robed witch directed the crowd into the town. Vera, standing among the white-robed witches, moved with the procession. Before entering the town, she paused for a moment, turning her head slightly to look back the way she came. Her expression was calm, yet it held a faint, almost unnoticeable trace of loneliness.
Noah noticed Vera’s odd behavior. She walked over, her tone tinged with apology. “Vera, I’m sorry I didn’t give you time to say goodbye to Erin.”
Vera lowered her gaze and remained silent for a moment before saying flatly, “It’s fine.” She reached up to pull her hood lower, then followed the witches into the town.
She had betrayed Erin. Erin wouldn’t want to see her.
A farewell… was unnecessary.
The Dark Formation had long been prepared. Noah watched as all the Black Witches took their positions. A hint of excitement flickered across her perpetually calm face. She walked to the very center, her voice hoarse with an emotion she could barely contain. “Let’s begin.”
This faith that ran bone-deep… Noah took out a black dagger and, without hesitation, slit her own wrist. She looked down as blood gushed out, dripping into the formation, and a slow smile spread across her lips… Could this “faith” finally be cast off?
The thick scent of blood filled the air. The formation underfoot, soaked in blood, slowly began to operate. The black mist overhead was scattered by a hurricane, and a hazy, crimson figure was projected into the sky.
With a thud, a Black Witch collapsed from excessive blood loss. A cloud of black energy enveloped her, and after a moment, her once-warm body slowly turned as cold as stone.
As time passed, more and more Black Witches fell to the ground, consumed by the black energy. Noah’s vision was blurring, her eyelids growing heavier, but she stubbornly kept her head raised, staring at the red figure in the sky—at the “Dark God” that had influenced their clan for thousands of years.
Watching its form grow clearer, watching a long spear fly up from the ground and into the red shadow’s hand, Noah could finally hold on no longer. Her vision went black, and she collapsed.
Black mist seeped from the formation, shrouding the bodies of the Black Witches. Wisps of blood energy were drawn out and merged with the red shadow, making the Blood Demon’s form even more solid.
The commotion in Dekava Town caught the attention of Tang Qiu, who was trying to find her way through the Shas Principality. She stopped and looked up at the hazy blood mist in the sky, her expression grave.
The Saintess wore an equally grave expression. Tapping her staff against her palm, she said in a low voice, “We’re too late.”
Tang Qiu was silent for a moment before tossing aside the now-useless map and sighing inwardly. “Let’s go take a look.”
Although Elder Winnie had given her the address, the Black Witches seemed to have deliberately destroyed all the buildings and road signs in the Shas Principality, turning the cities into ruins. Without landmarks, navigating the rubble was incredibly difficult.
Guided by the hazy blood mist, Tang Qiu and the Saintess quickly led their people to Dekava Town. The town was shrouded in a crimson fog. The Saintess halted, motioned for the Holy Knights clearing the path ahead to fall back, then raised her staff and began chanting a spell in a low voice.
A golden light descended from the sky, striking at the blood mist, only to be intercepted by a black hand. Glanna, holding a bone staff, emerged from the darkness. It seemed she had been waiting here for some time.
“You’re far too late.” Glanna glanced at the figure above the town, then smiled at Tang Qiu. “Have you come to witness the descent of the Dark God?”
“The Dark God?” Tang Qiu raised an eyebrow as if she had heard something amusing, her beautiful eyes curving into a smile. “You think that is the Dark God?”
She pointed a finger at the Blood Demon’s shadow.
“What does it matter if it is or isn’t?” Glanna shrugged. “You rushed all the way here, didn’t you? It must be because she poses a threat to you.”
She twirled her bone staff, and towering giants and ferocious werewolves appeared behind her, staring menacingly at Tang Qiu and her group. Glanna had long since turned this place into her own territory, so she faced them with great composure.
The Saintess stared at Glanna, slowly raising her staff. Tang Qiu raised a hand to stop her, shaking her head slightly. “Pay her no mind,” she said with a smile.
The Saintess didn’t quite understand what Tang Qiu meant, but Glanna seemed to sense something. Her brow slowly furrowed, and she pursed her lips. “Truly a persistent ghost.”
As she spoke, a white shadow flashed like lightning, appearing before Glanna and tearing her apart. But the expected spray of blood never came; only a pile of straw fell to the ground.
Ophelia stopped, retreating with a displeased look to stand behind Faye.
Faye gave Tang Qiu a slight nod, her gaze falling to the staff in her hand. “Delphine and I were very worried about you,” she said in a gentle voice. “Thankfully, you’ve returned safely.”
The elders of their clan had always been in contact with the Morgan Family. Faye had only been able to relax after receiving a letter from an elder. Now, seeing Tang Qiu safe and sound, the weight in her heart was finally lifted.
Her eyes scanned the area behind Tang Qiu, and she asked with some surprise, “Where is that vampire who’s always with you?”
Even though few could harm Tang Qiu with her current strength, that little vampire at her side still loved to protect her from the shadows. But this time, Lucille was nowhere to be seen.
“She went to the Blood Domain,” Tang Qiu explained simply. “The Black Witches have made too big a move this time, and some clans in the Blood Domain are getting restless.”
The Black Witches weren’t the only dark forces with their eyes on this continent.
Faye nodded in understanding. She glanced in the direction of the blood mist and gestured with her chin toward Tang Qiu. “I’ll clear a path for you.”
Her words already treated Glanna as a dead woman.
Glanna reappeared in her previous spot, her head bowed as she let out a low chuckle. “You werewolves are as arrogant as ever.”
“I really don’t understand why the gods created your race.”
“Wouldn’t this continent be a better place without the Wolf Race?”
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of the Holy See’s troops preparing to bypass her and enter the town. Glanna’s eyes narrowed, and the giants and pseudo-werewolves behind her charged forward to intercept them.
With two royal werewolves present, Glanna was already at a disadvantage. The most sensible thing to do now was to flee, but… what choice did she have? She had to hold these people back for Noah.
Using a blood sacrifice to summon the Dark God was truly laughable. Whenever Glanna thought of it, a scornful smile couldn’t help but touch her lips.
But perhaps she was the most laughable one of all. Glanna shook her head and chuckled lightly. She had always walked with death and felt no fear, only a profound sense of calm.
It was just… before raising her staff, Glanna looked up at Tang Qiu and suddenly asked, “Where’s Erin?”
Tang Qiu was slightly taken aback, as if she hadn’t expected Glanna to ask about Erin. She caressed her staff and said with a frown, “Erin is missing.”
“Missing?” Glanna’s expression was strange. She clicked her tongue, a trace of annoyance coloring her features.
It seemed no one would be collecting her corpse, then.
Surprisingly, Tang Qiu seemed to read her thoughts from her expression. A faint smile played on her lips as she kindly offered, “For Erin’s sake, I can have Faye tear you into even smaller pieces. That should save you the trouble of needing someone to collect your corpse.”
Glanna was amused, staring at Tang Qiu with a playful look. “You’re an interesting one.”
Tang Qiu smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in her eyes. She coldly withdrew her gaze from Glanna and walked toward the town with the Saintess beside her.
Glanna tried to stop them by mobilizing the power of darkness, but Faye intercepted her. Together, Faye and Ophelia blocked all the dark magic, and the Holy See’s troops quickly disappeared into the town’s entrance.
The Blood Demon’s form was becoming clearer and clearer. The blood mist swirling around her was a natural barrier, deflecting all attacks.
Seeing the golden light flicker for only a moment before being swallowed by the blood mist, the Saintess’s face grew exceptionally grave. She murmured in a low voice, “The seal has been broken.”
This was clearly the Blood Demon’s physical body; its awakening was only a matter of time.
Her heart grew heavy as various thoughts raced through her mind. After a while, she realized the person beside her had been silent for a long time and couldn’t help but turn to look.
Sensing the Saintess’s gaze, Tang Qiu pointed to a black vortex next to the Blood Demon and asked in a low voice, “What is that?”
The Saintess followed her finger and shook her head hesitantly. “I don’t know.”
The aura emanating from the black vortex was no weaker than the Blood Demon’s. Tang Qiu’s heart sank. She lowered her head in thought for a moment, then turned to the Saintess. “The Holy See’s reinforcements should have arrived. Go back and help Reese coordinate with the werewolves and elves to contain the battlefield within the Shas Principality.”
“Don’t worry about the vampires. They won’t be able to get out.”
The second-generation vampires were all in slumber. No one in the Blood Domain could withstand Lucille’s pressure.
The Saintess found herself instinctively following Tang Qiu’s arrangements. She nodded and then asked, “What about you?”
Tang Qiu put away the staff in her hand, and her long golden hair slowly turned white. She looked up at the Blood Demon’s form, her voice as gentle as ever. “I’ll hold her off here.”
The Saintess’s eyes flashed with surprise at the transformation, but she quickly recovered. She took out some scrolls from her Space Gem and handed them to Tang Qiu, reminding her to be careful before hastily departing with her people.
The Blood Demon’s figure stood like a god of war, the long spear in her hand seeming to reach the heavens. On the outskirts of the Shas Principality, Wolf Fang looked up at the Blood Demon’s form. Her gray eyes were cold and indifferent, but her hand unconsciously clenched and unclenched a few times as she pondered something.
Rona was one of Wolf Fang’s earliest followers and knew her relatively well. Seeing her deep in thought, she said cautiously, “There’s someone in the Holy See who is Erin’s friend.”
She was worried Wolf Fang would choose to join the Blood Demon in destroying the Holy See, so she couldn’t help but offer a reminder.
Rona had no fondness for the Holy See, but she understood Erin. If Erin returned to find her friend had been killed by Wolf Fang, she would surely be heartbroken.
Wolf Fang was cold and dispassionate. Rona felt that if she didn’t remind her, this person would definitely do something she would later regret.
Wolf Fang’s hand paused. She glanced at Rona and was about to say something with a frown when the vortex in the sky suddenly tore open.
Rona looked up and said in surprise, “Who opened the gate to the Dark World?”
The Dark World was another plane of existence. It was impossible for the Black Witches to do something like this.
“The Blood Demon…” Wolf Fang narrowed her eyes, watching as swarms of demonic creatures poured out of the vortex, a flicker of interest in her expression.
But in the end, that interest was scattered to the winds by Rona’s cry of alarm. Rona stared at the vortex and shouted with delight, “Erin! I can feel Erin’s aura!”
Wolf Fang’s attention was captured. She looked up, gazing at the vortex, and raised her right hand. A black vortex appeared before her.
Rona, clutching a skeleton, quickly jumped in to search for her. Wolf Fang lowered her head and followed, having lost all interest in destroying the Holy See.
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