Chapter 76 75 Betrayal is our tradition, cold-bloodedness is our beauty

Chapter 76 75.Betrayal is our Tradition, Cold Blood is our Virtue [1560

(Extra for brother ‘Tiger Gate Smoke’ [5/5])
The blood-stained mask was cut by the sword blade and flew down to the ground in a whistling sound, the collision of the sword blades brought up a short but intense soft sound, which was the deadly rhythm of fighting for one’s life and the arrival of death.

Dawn’s sunlight was rising, red spots of light radiating light and heat announcing the retreat of the Mother of Night.

With slight regret she took her blessing, leaving those beings who could only move in the darkness of the night to fall into a weakened state, while the searing light turned into flames that began to ignite those creations that were not of the day nor favored by the light.

Arthur felt himself about to burn!

Even though he was wearing armor that was enough to protect him from the sun, the resistance and resistance to the heat of light that stemmed from vampire tradition caused his strength to drop with each swing of his sword this early in the morning.

On the other hand, although Maxim on the opposite side of himself was already bruised and battered, he wasn’t crushed by the accumulated pain, but instead began to muster his strength because of his opponent’s weakness, pushing the battle into a counter-attacking climax.

“Pfft.”

The Swift Sword in the same stance in both hands pierced through the already hole-ridden armor of both sides almost simultaneously, and Maxim was forced to take a step back to cover the blood spilling from his chest.

His body shook for a moment, but the vampire on the opposite side was even worse off than him.

Not only because the sunlight burned his skin through the cracks in his armor, but also because the psychic poison that had accumulated from being hit too many times by the Hardened Blade had finally reached a certain threshold, and the vampire could no longer resist under the weakening of the sunlight.

He staggered back, spewing blackened blood from his mouth.

Arthur felt the power of the night drawing away, the shadow that had stemmed from his defeat had grown thicker as Maxim brought his sword forward, and that shadow loomed over him!
It gave him nowhere to go, and it set panic in his eyes.

No!
It shouldn’t be like this!

He himself had been given true power by Lord Jed!
This monster in front of him is just an ordinary human, how can he be stronger than himself?
It’s not fair!

“I sold everything to get this! What makes you so?”

Arthur roared.

He swung the swift sword in his hand frantically and weakly, his mental and physical double breaks causing him to yell into:
“I have born and died for him so many times to get back his attention and favor, and I even sacrificed you, and my brother I grew up with, for that.

You deserve to die! Mark!

You are dead, aren’t you? What appears before me now is just a ghost that doesn’t want to die!
That’s why I can’t beat you.

I can’t possibly beat you because you’re already dead so how can you die again?
You monster!

Go to hell!”

The vampire used the last of his strength to hold up his body, which was already emitting smoke in the sunlight, and lunged towards Maxim, only to be dodged by the latter with a deft spectral step, the swift sword named Ambition and Dream swung up to knock down the opponent’s weapon, and added a kick forward to make him fall to the ground in a mess.

“Me! Not a monster!”

The face armor on Maxim’s face had been slashed open.

The gash cut across his face and the bridge of his nose, allowing blood to cover his otherworldly, ghastly white skin.

But a fire burned in his eyes.

He bullied his way forward and mounted his former brother’s waist, the sharp blade in his hand pressed against his heart as he roared:
“You! You’re the monster! I used to have an inferiority complex about it, being different from you made me feel like I was born inferior, but now I’ve learned!

Being different from you is what makes me unique, and if I were to be the same as you, it would make me feel sick!

You!
Arthur, you’re like those who mock me!
Drawing from the misfortunes of others the humble pleasure that sustains you in a life of misery, and reveling in that shameful desire.
You!
You!

are the real monsters!”

“Pfft.”

The sharp blade pressed down, heavy as a thousand pounds.

Piercing through Arthur’s body armor in the emerald green and scarlet stained light, slicing through the heart and thrusting into the earth at his back, causing the vampire’s struggle to jerk violently at that moment before losing all strength allowing the bloodied hand to slam to the ground.

“Hoo, hoo.”

Maxim, who was badly injured but managed to spell off a vampire, panted heavily.

In this moment he felt like all the strength that had sustained him in the fight was draining away, but on the flip side, new strength seemed to be pouring out of his empty body.

He crossed that line!

The boundary between the ordinary and the transcendent realm, where the hidden potential could finally be released, shaping a ladder for him to leave the “ordinary”.

Maxim staggered to his feet and drew his weapon, covering his chest as he took a few steps back.

He shakily took out a roll of gauze and medicine from his psychic bag, but he didn’t notice that behind him, the “dead” Arthur suddenly opened his eyes.

The scarlet in his eyes became more and more brutal and bloodthirsty as his body, emitting blue smoke, struggled to get up.

“Idiot!”

He chided:

“I am a vampire! I am a descendant of the undead! I am the thing that slurps blood and lives forever! You win, but you die!”

Maxim simply ignored him.

He acted as if he hadn’t heard him, taking off his gauntlet and pulling off the gauze as he pleased himself.

This arrogant attitude angered Arthur, who was incredibly ugly in the sunlight, causing him to stagger forward and was about to draw blood to regenerate, but the next instant .
“Pfft.”

The scarlet claw easily pierced his heart from behind, leaving him frozen in place.

Lowering his head he saw five scarlet claws as sharp as short swords but dotted with mysterious psychic energy patterns moving across his chest, and as it closed, his own healing Midnight Heart was clasped in his hand.

“As a man who is about to die, you really are quite unqualified, Arthur, and the decency of the Ancient Ethnicity is lost on you!”

Lady Tris’s low voice with displeasure sounded from behind.

“No, don’t . . please! I gave everything . Please.”

Arthur begged.

But Lady Tris was not going to be merciful for a little pleading; mercy was a luxury to her in her mysterious past life, and it was natural that she would not be so generous as to grant a pathetic life to a worthless man who wanted to keep her as a prisoner.

She had lived too long and too long.

Such things as kindness had long since passed with the wind.

As the sharp claws retracted without mercy, Arthur’s body with the holes cracked in her chest fell helplessly to her knees, finally staring deathly at Maxim then smashing to the ground, turning into a faded stone statue in the sunlight.

Lady Tris looked at the heart petrified into the essence of blood in her hand, she stood in the sunlight but there were shadows coiled around her to keep her from being further harmed by it.

Even though she had lost the majority of her power, as a gold-ranked big brother, the necessary means of protection Tris still had.

She was a real dish.

But, not as much of a dish as the others thought.

She stepped forward to Maxim, who was struggling to tie his own bandages, and handed him the blood essence in her hand as she spoke appreciatively:
“It’s been a long time since Transylvania had a great story of a normal person killing a vampire by himself, but you accomplished a pretty good farewell to friendship.

Looks like my little Murphy picked up a treasure.

Take it.

You deserve it.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Maxim didn’t refuse the gift, and Lady Tris looked him up and down and said:
“After completing the Black Iron Trial you need to wait a little while before you can feel the unfettered liberation of your own potential, don’t be in such a hurry to realize the new power.

Especially in your current situation.

I suggest that you find some areas where psychic energy is active and meditate in them for the next while, this will allow your psychic energy perception and manipulation to improve, allowing you to better grasp the part of the Grave Swordguard Sword Technique that belongs to the use of psychic energy.

Your own psionic talent is not excellent, not even moderate.

But that’s okay.

The Midnight Blessing will make up for your shortcomings itself after Little Murphy completes his first embrace for you.”

With that said, Mrs. Tris said to Maxim as she walked towards her carriage, waving her hand and yawning:
“See more of the sun, it will be the last few times in your life that you will be able to appreciate the dawn so freely.

From now on, you will step into the night; From then on, you will step into eternity.”

Tris’s poetic reminder made Maxim raise his head to the rising sun in the sky, and he could feel the sun shining on him bringing warmth, like a blessing and celebration for the victor.

But after a few seconds, Maxim closed his eyes.

He rejected the sun’s call and hold and took one last look at the faded stone statue on the ground again.

Arthur still maintained his pre-mortem stance, those eyes staring at him in death.

“Loyalty is the supreme gift.”

Maxim coughed and whispered:

“It’s a shame your blood was spilled in the wrong place, rest in peace my brother, I know you were only humble enough to want to live too, and I never blamed you .
It was nothing personal.”
—
The sky of Cadman City was also filled with light little by little.

The expulsion of the shadows of the Astral Plane from the Great Burning had made the black smoke that hung over the ruins of the Outer City lighter, and the light filtered through just not as hot as the outside world, and a true vampire shouldn’t be out in these conditions.

But right now, Missy and Jed are fighting a final battle in the radiant dome of the sky.

Overall, Missy was at a disadvantage.

Right.

She got her ass kicked.

Jed was a Silver rank powerhouse in his own right, a full rank above Missy, who had started the Silver Trials but hadn’t finished them yet.

He had drunk the Daylight Potion but that dose wasn’t much, and as the asshole holding the Daylight Potion he had the corresponding antidote in his hand, the only problem was the lack of Blood Essence he had suffered in the Blood Vulture Cloisters.

That’s the problem that really kills him, and if I had to say, it probably made his character template fall from Elite to Rare, and that’s debilitating at the Origin level.

But even so, Jed was still much stronger than Missy.

Femis was able to hold out until now purely because she was a noble mage and the opposite side was a battle-dicked swordsman, relying on tough kiting and a keen control of distance to keep Jed’s deadly blade from piercing her heart.

But that was about it.

Want to counterattack?

Sorry, that would be impossible in front of the Grave Sword Guards, who were known in vampire society for their physical and legal skills.

“Little bitch! You stop right there! Today is the day you die!”

Jed roared.

A flame rose and burned in his heart.

He had obviously planned everything, but fate did not favor him instead it backhanded him a hard slap in the face telling him that your plans don’t mean shit and that the world has a mind of its own.

This kind of scheme from the beginning of the bankruptcy of the feeling of disparity even more than the failure itself to make Jade burning with anger.

But it didn’t matter.

So much for weak teammates and stupid servants!
Anyway, the Desire Fragment was already in his hands, and now he could get the inheritance all the same if he killed Femis!

In the face of Jade’s insults and provocations, Missy turned a deaf ear, she just dodged hard from the energy blades that kept flinging out from behind her and at the same time flew towards the depths of the ash-covered land at an even faster speed.

This was not an escape!

Brave and ancient bloodlines never run away!

So told Missy in her mind as she was being pressed by her arrogant foe, it was part of the plan!

That’s right!

It was all part of Murphy’s plan.

“Huh?”

At this moment, in the land of ashes below, the old knight Finok who rode a red warhorse slinking through the dead ruins raised his head, and in his eyes he saw a small and an old vampire just like hide-and-seek crossing over the city.

This caused the old knight to skim his lips and glance at the petrified heads of the two silver vampires hanging below the saddle behind him, and he had a mind to hunt himself another memorable trophy.

Although he was already a powerful man of the gold rank, this was Cadman City! This was the lair of the Blood Vulture, one of the seven major clans of vampires, and the vampires hunted here were certainly more memorable than those taken out elsewhere.

Old Finocchi felt like a two-hundred-year-old genius at this moment, so he took out a black oak seed from his horse’s pocket and gripped it in his hand and struck it straight up with one arm towards the sky.

“The forces of nature are in my hands! The Blades of the Blast are at my beck and call! Here, O Avalon, shall thy greatness be revealed!”

He whispered.

In the next instant the Oak Seed’s psychic spells were energized.

The black vines that were rapidly breaking out of their shells and growing lengthened along the sides of the old knight’s fist, forming a black verdant war bow in the blink of an eye, with green branches and colorful flowers that blossomed and faded on top of the bow arm.

Finnock’s right hand clasped the bowstring, and the moment he drew the bow to full strength, an emerald green hunting vector made entirely of natural spiritual energy appeared at his fingertips.

As a White Knight Commander who was one of the top combatants of the Old Religion, being skillful with a bow and horse was just his basic skill.

“In the name of my god, fall!”

As the old knight pronounced the name of his god, the tip of the emerald green hunting vector flew to wrap a layer if mist around it again loosening his fingers after a short period of aiming.

“Whoosh!”

With a speed far exceeding the speed of ordinary arrows, the spiritual hunting vector sprang into the air, stabbing straight towards Missy’s face, causing Phineas to stare at it with wide eyes and perform a classic “Leaf Float” flying technique to dodge the deadly object in a matter of seconds.

But Jed, who was right behind her, was not so lucky.

As he realized the threat of the needle, the hunting vector had already reached his eyes, forcing Jed to swing his sword forward in an attempt to split it, but the moment he did so, the old knight on the ground gently snapped his fingers with a subtle smile.

“Swish.”

The bright green hunting vector that was originally only one transformed into seven identical arrows of psychic energy in an instant, filling Jade’s field of vision, and then piercing through his entire body in an instant in a sudden second gust of wind acceleration.

It was like a blood bag shattering and scarlet dancing about.

It was so fast that the Silver ranked vampire couldn’t even react.

This wasn’t an ordinary psychic spell
This kind of destructive power!
This was a divine spell for hell’s sake!
“AHHHHH!!!”

An agonizing cry of grief resounded above the ruins, and as Missy watched in shock, Jade, whose half of her wings had been torn off, whirled around in a blood splatter and crashed into the dreary ruins below like a bird with a broken wing.

“Bang.”

His body smashed into the ground splattering wolfish ash.

But old Finok wanted his head, so that arrow did not have any real divine power attached to it, just a serious wound through and through was not fatal for an upper vampire.

Though unable to fly he was still able to get to his feet, but then he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

The wretched Lord Jed turned around sharply, and saw Murphy, who was carrying the Blade of Desire Ethnicity and wearing a cloak, stepping quietly out of the shadows with elegant steps.

His handsome face carried the usual elegance and decency.

However, this smile looked so evil and crazy in Jade’s eyes at this moment.

“You! You actually collaborated with the witch hunters to victimize your fellow countrymen!”

Jed grabbed the emerald green hunting vector lodged in his chest and pulled it out as hard as he could, the patriarch’s own guard roaring as the psychic energy dissipated:

“Murphy! You shameful traitor!”

“Yes, I did team up with the witch hunters, and I was planning on burying all of you fools who somehow intruded on my game. And by vampire custom, I am indeed a traitor.

This isn’t the first time I’ve done this.

I have to say, when used as a sharp knife to root out dissenters, witch hunters work really well.”

Murphy’s fingers gripped the hilt of his sword, and at the sound of the Desire Ethnicity Blade slowly unsheathing itself, he gave a more elegantly decent smile to the Jed in front of him and said:
“What? You’re not convinced? How about this, I’ll send you to the Mother of Darkness, and you walk the process of complaining about me, okay?”

(End of chapter)