Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 533 - 487: Werewolf’s Grim Smile

In Kevin’s mind, Mr. Ralph Butler, the omnipotent peace officer, was at this moment, kneeling before the angel Gallaron.

His knees were sunk halfway into the muddy ground; Ralph supported himself on his hands, struggling against the crushing weight that descended upon him, the pressure exerted by the angel. The power of one in a high position made it impossible for the wicked wolf to raise his head; he could only brace himself, but the cracking sounds from his spine were a constant reminder of how fragile his body was.

"I will crush every bone in your body, clever sir, starting with your proud knees."

"Heh heh... heh heh..." Ralph’s body trembled as he forced out a mix of pain and ridicule from between his teeth, the scorn apparent in his voice.

Gallaron stood high above, looking down at the man kneeling before him. His spine had already begun to bend, his arm joints were twisting unnaturally, but the man’s laughter was still irritatingly defiant.

With dislocated arms, the arrogant demon hunter had become a loser under his power. Somehow, Gallaron felt there was a lack of artistic embellishment in this process. Crushing an ant was natural, but crushing a resilient soul would bring a level of depraved pleasure beyond imagination. Gallaron wanted to hear his screams, his wailing, to see him grovel in pain and tears.

So, he lifted some of the oppressive force.

The evil wolf, now able to speak.

"Your intelligence is beyond imagination, as the only one who has foiled my plan, I will grant you grace. Kneel, Ralph, become my follower, and I will give you power and authority beyond anything you could achieve in a lifetime."

"Is kneeling before an angel not what humans are supposed to do?"

Ralph raised his head, looking at the Blood Angel floating in the air, the giant blood feathers filled his entire field of vision, gravity disrupting his body, and his bloody eyes significantly impairing his sight.

But no matter what, the coldness in Ralph’s eyes was like ice that had not thawed for a thousand years, so chilling it could freeze blood.

A mouthful of icy blood was spat out like thick phlegm, and Ralph’s voice rose again, more piercing.

"Power and authority... come to think of it, I’ve also wrestled with that."

Verlet and Silvette stood just behind Ralph, the angel’s authority taking special care of him.

The werewolf’s eyes revealed a sinister gleam, the green light reflecting like damp moss on a tombstone.

"My superior once told me, I’m quite suited to watch over a prison."

"Although I chose to be a peace officer because the atmosphere in a prison isn’t conducive to educating the young devils."

"But I am quite familiar with prisons, just as a hunter is familiar with his bow and arrows."

Ralph flopped to the ground, his right hand finally no longer supporting his body, his entire form rolling over and collapsing on the ground. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"There is a saying in Cassandra that I’m sure the honorable angel has never heard."

"In prison, the key is power. Do not anger the one holding the keys."

Bright spots burst from Ralph’s chest, shining, not from his chest, but from the objects he pulled out with his right hand.

The Holy Bell, the Scepter, the Bible, the crucifix pendant, and the cursed sword of the angels.

"Degonris is a prison, the one who holds the keys wields the power to use force. And now, those usurping inmates have been executed by me..."

Ralph twisted his limbs, using the sword as a crutch, resisting the pressure, he stood up again.

"The mystical power buried beneath this land, I am your master now!"

"I control the key! I control Degonris! Here, it’s my turf!!!"

The ground beneath Ralph’s feet shattered, a bone-chilling frost blowing from deep within the fissure, turning the summer night of Degonris back to a harsh winter.

Gallaron roared, and Ralph, who had risen to his feet, showed him the utmost contempt.

"Tear them apart, my servants!"

The residents of Degonris abandoned their disguises. Crawling on all fours and howling, they burst through the doors, revealing that they had long since become vampires.

"Kneel, prisoner."

The indifferent proclamation was like an oracle, the ground shattered, and chains filled with ice chips surged from the earth, binding the raging vampires. The nearest one was only a meter away from Silvette, but its outstretched claw was bound by the chains, and the extremely low temperature and sharp ice spurs sawed off that arm during the movement of the chains, flinging it to the ground where it shattered into ice fragments.

The cold wind dissipated, and a mist enveloped Ralph and the other two completely.

"I declare this place to be the world of dreams."

The surroundings began to distort. A grinning, bloody-mouthed face appeared as the moon high in the sky, so eerie, so pale.

Everything around sunk into the ground, and in the blink of an eye, Degonris transformed into a white ice plain.

In the dense fog, there was barely an outline.

Accompanied by a piercing laugh, the contour in the fog twisted and expanded, changing from a normal human shape to the large silhouette of a monster.

A claw tore through the fog.

The massive, four-meter-tall feral body had a wolf’s snout, with golden vertical pupils revealing the cunning of humans and the cruelty of beasts. The black coat had burst open into mere scraps on the fur, the black hair was as deep and shadowy as a lightless night, and at the very tops of the hair, black energy seeped out like ink, drawing the surrounding frost with its every movement, as the imposing werewolf howled at the sky.

Its right claw was blade-like, and the left arm was wrapped in black chains, which shattered the earth at their ends like massive ice anchors, only dragged out from beneath the ground when the werewolf exerted force, with vampires frozen inside, life paused at the moment of their lunge.

"Death penalty." The werewolf crushed the ice and imprisoned prisoners within, looking up at the angel floating in the air.

"You are imprisoned, prisoner."

The malevolent wolf clasped its palms together, and the riotous chains burst from the ground, conveying their master’s discontent to the angel in the sky.

One misstep, and the blood wings were captured by the chains.

The Blood Angel Gallaron stepped onto the earth.

Gallaron knelt on one knee, his expression contorted, immediately vibrating his wings to shatter the chains and fly back into the sky.

His body trembled as the Blood Angel let out a hysterical roar.

"No one can stand before me! No one can look down on me!"

The werewolf bared its ghostly white teeth, and the scorn in its eyes nearly drove Gallaron mad.

"Then this is the first lesson in my prison, prisoner,"

"Learn to kneel."

Roar! The angel could no longer withstand such humiliation, and he dove down, his blood turning into a sword in his hand, aimed straight for the beast’s heart.

The malevolent wolf grinned viciously, unafraid as it lunged toward the angel, the swinging chains shattering the earth, displaying its master’s authority.

"Bow to your Warden, angel!!!"

"Even if you are now just a lump of blood."