Chapter 28 28 Visions in Blood
Chapter 28 28.Visions in Blood
Missy was running away in the woods.
She wasn’t one to abandon her compatriots and flee alone; the most orthodox education she had received from a young age had given her the power of command that was expected of a Midnight Noble.
She was well aware of what fleeing without a fight in this situation meant in the family.
But she could not turn back and choose to fight.
Because she no longer had any compatriots to speak of, the destruction of the Midnight Hunters was a foregone conclusion in the face of a Gold ranked enemy who burst onto the battlefield.
The opponent was a White Knight who specialized in natural psychic tactics capable of using divine magic, and this was still forest terrain!
It was simply a life-threatening element pulled full circle.
The fact that she, a vampire psychic who had yet to pass the Silver Body Trial, was able to escape from such an enemy was already a victory that could not be denigrated.
However, a huge doubt was reverberating in Femis’ mind.
Even if these remnants of the old religion were unpopular in the Kingdom of Goldfinch, and even if the witch hunter groups were scattered into the Transylvania region as expendable cannon fodder, there was still no one at all who could constrain the actions of what looked like a gold-ranked powerhouse.
Even if Finnock was really working for the Goldfinch Kingdom now, he should have been left beside General Loren, the commander of the Pioneer Legion!
Unless that general was out of his mind, he would dare to let such a “humanoid monster” move around with a big heart.
Most importantly, if Norfolk had been active in Transylvania before, why wouldn’t his father know anything about it?
White Knights were not a profession that excelled in stealth.
As long as Old Finoc showed his face, he would definitely be captured by the Blood Vulture Clan’s spies, and his sudden appearance was simply not reasonable, unless
“There is a traitor in the clan! The local intelligence network has been interfered with.”
A terrifying speculation appeared in Missy’s thinking and perfectly explained the reason for her desperate situation; the Blood Vulture Clan’s control over Transylvania had gone awry, and the Clan hadn’t been able to detect the real threat.
Strong men of the golden rank had been mobilized, and the enemy’s target could be imagined.
Cadman City.
They were going to attack Cadman City!
The moment this conclusion was reached caused Missy to hold her breath for a split second, and the moment she realized that the clan was in danger of being destroyed, Phyllis strengthened her resolve that she must escape.
She had to inform her father of this news immediately, or else the loss of the entire Blood Vulture Clan was close at hand.
However, the outcome of escaping was never up to the escapee.
All she could do was to keep using her psychic skills to disperse more illusions in all directions, thus interfering with the perception of her pursuers. However, a few minutes later, when Missy was finally about to break out of the smuggler’s woodland, the blazing sunlight erupted from behind her and swept across the entire woodland like a cascading beam of light in an instant.
“Ah!”
Femis let out a cry of pain.
It was as if she had been thrown into a boiling pot, and she could feel the charring and burning caused by the ripples of that solar psychic energy as they swept across her skin, leaving her powerless to even maintain flight at that moment her entire body smashed into the ground trailing rolling black smoke.
This level of psychic energy burst had completely drained the life force of that Tower of the Ring high-ranking psychic master, and the latter had basically launched her final attack with a death wish.
But the effect was pleasing.
Missy, who smashed into the ground in a sorry state, didn’t even need to perceive it.
She could be sure that the Midnight Hunters she had gathered had suffered a pathetic regimentation just moments ago, and the question now was, was there any chance that she would ever be able to escape the deadly forest that was meant to be reserved for her enemies?
The answer was no.
Before Missy had taken a few minutes to allow herself to recover from her burns and paralysis, and before she could spread her bloody wings and lift off into the air, the figure with the oak greatsword appeared before her eyes.
Right!
It was the front! And not the rear.
This proved that Missy’s breakout just now was also under the subtle control of this White Knight, and that the entire forest confused her so that instead of getting closer to the border, she went deeper into the forest.
Like a desperate prey being toyed with by a skillful hunter, in front of the crushing strength, even the noblest bloodline couldn’t save her from this quagmire desperate situation.
Old Fennok carried the burning oak holy blade close to the Fimis in front of him, the trees around him twisting and turning with his steps.
The branches and vines intertwined together, forming a formidable “birdcage” that even intertwined above the heads of the two, cutting off the path to the sky.
“What a cute little girl, but it’s a pity that she has an evil heart, just like the other vampires, you should hide in your darkness and live your lives like rats.
But you always want to color the world under the sun.”
The old knight said with a disgusted tone:
“You’re the ones who started the war and stirred up the whole world, now it’s your turn to pay the price, so don’t show that bullied look, kid.
You brought this on yourselves!”
Missy Femis knew she had no way out.
Unwilling to meet Eternal Silence as a coward in her final moments, she simply went out on a limb intending to have a deadly battle she didn’t actually enjoy.
With her left hand, she drew her ceremonial magical blade, and with her right hand, she drew free dark psychic energy from the night into her five fingers, scarlet light pulsed in her fingertips, and quickly shaped a psychic throwing gun with thorns intertwined at both ends.
This was also an advanced extension technique of psychic energy impact, and was not recorded in Missy’s handbook to be learned by Murphy.
It wasn’t that Missy wasn’t willing to teach it, it was just that this thing belonged to the advanced use obviously not something that a psychic energy rookie like Murphy could master in a short period of time.
She took a deep breath.
With her black hair flying in the chaotic blowing of the forest wind, but without any fear, she stared at the old Fenoc opposite her and provoked with her own cool voice:
“Scum of the old religion, don’t show that hypocritical look of being forced to fight! Have you not fallen to this state because you forsook your oaths and turned your weapons against the people and country you swore to defend ten years ago?
The Church of the State colluded with the fools of East Prussia, whose brains are not as big as walnuts, to start a rebellion!
Were we the ones who secretly provoked your King Louis when you were suppressed and turned into lost dogs?
The entire Confederacy of Bohemia was drawn into the Ten Years’ War because of your foolish rebellion! The chaos and darkness you loathe before your eyes had your share in it!
And what were you doing in the midst of your self-proclaimed righteousness?
Were you part of the rebel orgy that slaughtered the people of Ice Bay and Sachse? Or did you lead the mob that stormed Bourbon and burned that jewel of Zealand to the ground?
Your words come back to you!
What you are suffering now you brought upon yourselves!
Do you know why the Blood Vulture Clan deliberately tortures captured witch hunters?
It’s not our nature to be cruel, it’s the fact that the nobles of Sealand are secretly paying us to do it! Little did you know, it’s not us who hate you the most, it’s your own people.
And you.
. deserve it!”
Although Missy wasn’t usually talkative, this mouth cannon ability really wasn’t something to sneeze at.
In three or two sentences, she pointed to the core of the problem and said that the old knight was speechless, and could only bring up the holy blade in silence and rushed forward with the intention of ending this meaningless debate.
Missy threw her scarlet spear but was cut down by the white knight’s sword, in front of the holy blade burning with the fire of purification, all of Fimis’s skills and knowledge were useless.
With just less than a minute of resistance he was chopped off by the old Fennok’s arm and trapped in the trunk by the White Knight’s summoned vines.
“Sharp-tongued girl, rest in peace.”
He whispered, then swung his holy blade to slash down. Femis closed her eyes in despair.
She could feel the searing purifying fire pouring down with her head, perhaps cutting off all her life in the next second.
However, the imagined pain did not come, causing Missy to open her eyes in surprise to see the oak embellished holy blade resting steadily in front of her head.
The purifying fire wrapped around the blade was fading fast, revealing a smooth blade inscribed with elven characters and a very ancient and sacred oak cross guard.
“Are you humiliating me? Goo kill me!”
Missy’s pale to overly white cheeks welled up with blood as she gulped, assuming that the thick-browed old knight was also a mixed evil lezzo man.
But the truth was not so.
Though Norfolk’s face was expressionless, he was surprised inside.
It wasn’t that he was intentionally teasing the little vampire in front of him, the purifying fire on the holy blade was self-extinguishing, and the holy blade that had hated vampires just a moment ago and thus let out a whistling sound was strangely quiet at this instant.
It was as if the holy blade itself was also hesitating whether or not to harm this midnight evil spirit in front of him.
“How is this possible?”
The old knight was unusually shocked at the moment.
The Oak Sacred Blade in his hand was one of the three Sacred Blades of the Old Religion, the Watcher, a divine gift inherited from the elves, which was the most detestable to vampires, the “descendants of eternal sin”.
Just now, he had slaughtered the Midnight Hunters like chickens, how could he take the initiative to recycle his power?
He stared at the small vampire in front of him, then put away his sword thoughtfully, and took out a black seed and pinched her somewhat baby-fat cheeks, forcing her to swallow it as Phineas watched with wide eyes.
“Ahem.”
The seed melted in her mouth and the odd taste made Missy cough violently.
She screamed and cursed:
“What the hell did you you give me to eat? Nasty bastard! How can you treat a . Ah.”
“What did you see?”
Finnock questioned, ignoring Missy’s struggles, as the old knight pressed down on Phemis’ head:
“Tell me, what do you see now?”
“Scram! Shameless thing, I’m not going to . Ah!”
Missy gritted her teeth and wouldn’t respond.
However, that seed seemed to carry a strong hypnotic and confusing effect, causing visions to appear before her eyes, as if the entire world had been turned upside down and distorted, and she could only vaguely hear Old Fennok’s questioning.
“Tell me, child, what did you see? Describe what you saw! It’s important to both of us!”
He continued to question.
For his part, Phimis felt his mind wandering through a chaotic scene, and could vaguely see as if he were walking through interlocking starlight.
She shook her head in a daze and said in a broken voice:
“Blood I see the Blood Tree . Growing out of an endless pool of blood . A tree with no leaves, only branches what is that what is that?”
“Snap.”
The reply caused the old knight to narrow his eyes, then with a decisive wave of his hand he released Missy from the bonds of the bloodsucking vines and threw her to the ground again in the distance.
The violent impact snapped Missy out of that odd vision.
When she weakly looked up, she saw that the old knight had already put away his sword and walked deeper into the forest.
“Why?”
She cried out weakly:
“Why did you spare me? Are you humiliating me?”
The question stopped the old knight in his tracks.
He did not turn back, but only said in a tone that was dull and muffled with a certain exclamation:
“Go home and ask your father, poor little girl. It is not that I am sparing you, it is just that your future fate is bleak enough that keeping you alive is the best punishment!”
These words raised more doubts in the mind of Phoebus.
But she was as drained of all her strength at that moment, and could only watch as the monster in front of her, who had slaughtered her entire party by himself, disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
Such humiliation and bitter defeat caused Missy to clasp the mud in her hands in agony, and after a few seconds of silence, she screamed out as if she were letting off steam.
“AHHHH!!!”
The scream then called her a helper she hadn’t even expected, with effects as magical as a small pet trainer’s Whistle Summoning spell.
“Yo, Missy, you okay?”
Murphy’s voice rang out from a short distance away, followed by the small players rushing out of the forest that had returned to normal.
They ran over and surrounded Missy, who was lying on the ground in a defeated dog posture, very indecently, but instead of reaching out to help her, they just started to pontificate from the side, using a weird language that Missy didn’t even understand to jabber on.
“Asshole! Murphy! Control your insolent servants!”
When had Missy ever been so aggravated?
She was already weak from her injuries, and when she was looked at by a group of small players as if they were fun then she yelled at Murphy in anger and rage, Murphy walked slowly to her eyes and reached out to help her up while saying:
“These servants of mine are just like that, rude, savage but warm-hearted, you should not be angry now, you need to rest, well, actually fainted what a fragile young lady ah.
My warrior Bull, come here!
I now appoint you as Onii-sama’s royal knight!
Carry her on your back.
Let’s go to the front.”
(End of chapter)