Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 537 - 491 Fallen Angel

Ralph had dealt with the angel, and in Degonris, he had created a dreamscape where a bizarre moon, forged by Ralph himself, hung in the sky.

In the nights of Degonris, there was no light; the clouds above bore a sort of magic, eternally thick and unyielding. No light graced this land of vampires.

However, it was when Ralph used the power of the Giant Twilight Dragon to twist Degonris into a dreamscape, raising the moon into the sky.

The real world. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The dense clouds were savagely torn apart by a shadow that descended from the heavens, piercing through the clouds and plummeting into the center of a swarm of bats under the glow of the blood moon. The cloud made of bats was directly pressed to the ground.

The Legion of the Fallen reverted to human form, their eyes bloodshot, their faces a mix of surprise and terror, as they observed the center of the legion.

He was rooted to the ground, his shadowy tendrils lazily swaying, their raised tips like the heads of serpents, sending a dangerous signal to the surrounding Blood Knights.

The twisting shadow spiraled upwards, constructing his throne. His handsome face bore a gentle smile, but in the shadows where the moonlight did not reach, the corners of his mouth wickedly split with bloodthirsty arrogance. The disheveled bandages dragged into two long strands, limply falling to the ground, much like an angel’s broken wings. The dark figure swallowed the light from the eyes of the onlookers, but the profound darkness could not consume the pair of flames burning within.

The screams continued unabated, whether they were a warning he gave, the tolling of a death knell, or... merely a form of entertainment.

Shadowy arms hoisted a vampire knight high, the darkness seeping into his pale skin, drawing the scant color from his body. He shrieked, struggling as he turned into skin and bones, then to paper, then to ash, then to nothingness.

The shadow in the center of the Legion of the Fallen openly tortured one of the legion’s members.

"Hehehehe..."

"I have always been curious, if you drain the blood from a vampire, what will be left?"

"Nothing at all..."

"You, devoid of your blood, don’t even amount to scum."

Insult and torture—monsters high and proud recoiled in the face of such humiliation.

Duke Degonris appeared before the shadow, took a deep breath, and called out his name.

"Saint George..."

The darkness issued a mad laugh, bending backward and forward uncontrollably at the center of the vampires.

"Hahahaha... Long time no see, what’s-his-name Duke. Indeed, even after I’ve become like this, I am still ’Saint’ George in face of you trash."

The darkness gestured dismissively as if it owned the very land.

"I’ve heard the jokes, conducted the experiments, extended the greetings."

"Hmm... I hope you lot of the fallen don’t show up before Raymond..."

"No need to agree with me, because this doesn’t require your consent."

"After much deliberation, I’ve decided to wipe you all out. That way, Raymond won’t see you. Hahaha, a wise decision, right?"

The darkness laughed heartily, filled with the same joy as Andrey had when he successfully performed his adolescent act, no, much more elated.

"I left my mark on that human boy today; it truly is my lucky day. Mhm, you should all be here by now, let me wipe you out all at once."

"Don’t think I’ll be caught up in old affections like that fool, former servants of the Holy Light, you’ve chosen a path of darkness."

"Then at the end of your dark path, confront the darkness itself."

"Hahahahahaha, just the thought of erasing Gallaron’s bloodline completely makes me so happy I want to cry."

"You bunch of degenerate scum, go repent in hell."

Terror erupted from the darkness, and fear and despair nearly consumed the Legion of the Fallen.

Too strong, the Angel of Fire was even more formidable than they had imagined, merely his pressure alone could make the Fallen despair in their breathing.

The Angel of Fire, the Angel of Judgment, the Dark Punisher, the Butcher of Holy Light. Memories of the past crushed everyone close to insanity, they abandoned their reason, for reason would only lead them to a continuous concession to such strength.

The Fallen surrendered everything to instinct, and those who had drunk the blood of the gods, corrupted by the bloodline of the Evil God, would not tolerate any being superior to themselves.

The Fallen rose, they spread their claws, and let out frantic roars towards the Darkness.

"Have you thoroughly transformed into monsters... how disappointing, I originally planned to listen more to your wails of agony."

The Grand Duke of Degonris revealed his true form, his hideous and twisted limbs stretching out, making a proclamation towards the Darkness.

"This legion will become the power for our Loshutar’s revival, Saint George, you cannot stop us, with this army of Gallaron on my side, I am more than capable of defeating you."

Blood, pooling into the Grand Duke of Degonris’s body from the void, the Legion of the Fallen led by the powerful leader roared with excitement.

The power of the Grand Duke of Vampires had surpassed the Darkness, it was the bloody wealth accumulated from the atrocities imposed by the Loshutar family in Degonris.

Darkness pinched his chin, "Although you seem a bit more capable of fighting now, but... you are not afraid, are you? Dying in desperation, struggling, that was my original intention."

"Moreover, to personally exterminate this trash, wouldn’t that be beneath me?"

Darkness rose slowly, looking down on everything from high above.

"Duke, this is your first time commanding a Crusader Legion, isn’t it? Come, let me teach you how to control these legions."

"Aside from Raymond, every one of the Crusader leaders has their own legion, and these legions each have their own characteristics."

"The feature of the Guardian is their collective consciousness; this is a secret that everyone already knows."

"I don’t know the secret of the Purifier, because I killed him before he could summon his legion."

"But as the leader of the Inquisitor," Darkness smiled faintly, "I can tell you the secret of the Inquisitor."

"I myself am a restless person, spending most of my time gallivanting outside. To cope with that guy Raymond, I even sacrificed one of my talents to beef up my legion."

"The Inquisitor is the shadow of the Holy Light, the blade for punishing external enemies, the most mobile legion, the hunter."

"You must be curious, right? How do the Inquisitors become the external force of the Crusaders, how do they appear on every battlefield."

"Everyone who knew this secret is dead."

"Hehehe, now I shall reveal it to you."

Shadows converged in Darkness’s hand, the violent shadow surged upwards, devouring the moonlight.

Darkness tore apart the gloom of Degonris, elevating himself to the supreme Darkness.

"That is because, both in life and in death, I can at any time, in any place, summon a massacre, oh, I mean, a righteous reckoning."

In the Grand Duke of Degonris’s widened eyes, under the lunar eclipse, on the face of the Darkness, there was only a bloodthirsty smile.

Seven Locks, the Power of the King.

"Holy Light above."

"The judgement arrives."

The shadow devouring the moon thundered down, and within the black mist, a group of armored knights wielding blades appeared in front of the Legion of the Fallen.

The Inquisitor Legion, arrived on the battlefield.