Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 544 - 498: Familiar Formula, Familiar Taste

Chapter 544: Chapter 498: Familiar Formula, Familiar Taste

A grudge with Uncle Ralph? A nephew repaying his uncle’s debts? Lyle hadn’t figured out the relationship between Gallaron and Ralph, but he felt a speechless moment within his heart—it was unbelievable that he was being implicated because of Uncle Ralph.

But, aren’t you a bit pathetic, attacking the nephew because you can’t defeat the uncle?

Lyle didn’t dare to show his contempt, because the pressure exerting on him was very real.

So Mr. Lyle humbly acquiesced first as a gesture of respect.

"Um... sir, could there be some misunderstanding?" Lyle trembled as he lifted his head, a flattering smile on his face.

Gallaron was stunned.

An invisible magic power left a wound on Lyle’s face, the fresh blood was drawn into Gallaron’s mouth, who sipped it and looked at Lyle skeptically.

His face filled with disappointment.

"Are you really that evil wolf Ralph’s nephew?"

"..." It doesn’t seem like I’m actually sorry, after all, it seems that everyone I’ve met in this world is stronger than me. It’s not like I can choose my personality.

"The bloodline is accurate, truly incredible. The blood of the evil wolf is connected to... a Corgi."

Rage boiled within Lyle’s heart. Omens were repeatedly roaring in his mind to take him down, yet on the surface, Lyle still wore a grinning smile.

Gallaron revealed a smile.

"Appearances are deceptive, but you are the same on the inside, enjoying little schemes just like him."

That strange pressure twisted Lyle’s fingers in his right hand, and the piercing pain nearly made him faint, as omens spread the chilling fear in every corner of his mind, using the cold to suppress the pain.

"What are you plotting? Casting a spell? Secret signals?"

Lyle had intended to discreetly use the ring to call for help, only to realize that he had already given his ring to Kevin.

No outside assistance, only himself.

External forces were unreliable after all.

His right hand felt like a red-hot branding iron, continuously transmitting pain to Lyle’s nerves.

External gestures of goodwill were pointless—the ruthless vampire wouldn’t spare him. Lyle glared at Gallaron viciously, spurred by the injury.

"Yes, that’s the look, Lyle, you’re so like him. Torturing you will definitely bring me a lot of pleasure."

Pleasure? Lyle narrowed his eyes, his black pupils dilating steadily.

Before him stood the newly risen Anti-Christ, powerful, so powerful that he was complacent. Gallaron was an extremely narcissistic person, his strength sufficient for him to look down on everything. Ralph must have taken advantage of his arrogance to defeat him.

Gallaron’s weakness was now evident, the one who could clip his wings, Ralph, was indeed his weakness.

Thinking in Ralph’s way, Lyle revealed his fangs at the prey’s wound.

Lyle and the omens came to an agreement, the two separate personalities merging together.

"That’s truly pathetic, Gallaron," Lyle said with a smile, an untamed look in his eyes igniting an inexplicable rage in Gallaron’s heart.

"Say that again." A cold voice crashed down like a boulder, crushing Lyle’s head to the ground, splitting it open with blood. Lyle’s consciousness lingered like a failing machine, persisting on sheer will.

"Pathetic..."

A spear of blood pierced through his palm, and the pressure shattered his bones like a sledgehammer. Lyle collapsed to the ground like a crawling reptile.

His mouth was like a chalice filled with blood, every part of his insides burning like fire.

Lyle held on.

His blood-soaked vocal cords continued to speak, albeit intermittently and unclear, but Gallaron, with his keen senses, would surely catch his words.

"Indeed, your power is great, but your inner self is unworthy of this power, Gallaron, you are a dwarf in spirit. That’s why you were defeated by Ralph."

"Your soul is too weak."

It was a provocation, an ant’s threat to a giant; the choice wasn’t in his hands. Lyle was gambling with his life.

"My soul is weak?" Gallaron squatted before Lyle, looking at his broken-doll-like body.

"You, a Spirit Summoner with poor knowledge of souls, what right do you have to speak to me like that, Mr. Lyle?"

Gallaron had heard Lyle’s previous conversation with Beatrice, even though he didn’t exist at that time.

"You have Joshua’s memories."

"Joshua? Oh, that’s the name of the substitute my father created. He existed for my rebirth."

"He is your brother."

"Brother? Brothers are very useful," Gallaron narrowed his eyes, "like now, I can understand you, this seemingly strong but actually weak Spirit Summoner, Lyle."

"Let me reintroduce myself, I am Gallaron Loshutar, once the Angel of Water, leader of the Crusaders. I was in charge of baptism and preaching in the church, as well as the ’correction’ of heretics."

"Among the four great angels, I was quite skilled in the study of souls."

Lyle’s eyes widened, "What are you trying to do!" His eyes were dark and lackluster, a look of fear.

Seeing Lyle in such a panic, Gallaron hardened his resolve.

"Purifier Lyle, I will corrupt your soul and turn you into my true puppet."

Lyle closed his eyes, as if it were his last resistance in utter despair.

But in reality...

Damn, I’ve finally tricked this maniac. Corrupt me? That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard since my harbinger of doom awoke.

Come on, into my mental world, face the true form of another me.

"No!" a sharp scolding made Lyle shudder in an instant.

It was Beatrice.

The coming of the Antichrist sent this vampire woman into instant fear; she wasn’t targeted by Gallaron like Lyle, but the oppression she felt due to her Blood Clan heritage wasn’t much less.

Gallaron suppressed Lyle, which was merely a submission of power.

Gallaron suppressed Beatrice, and that was like a lamb oppressed by God.

She could only kneel on the ground, unable to make a sound.

But ultimately, Beatrice broke through the oppression of her bloodline and made a plea to her deity.

Beatrice trembled and lowered her head in Gallaron’s sight, showing submission and obedience.

Gallaron turned back, showing Lyle a smile, "Your lover?"

"My sister-in-law."

"There’s no need to deny it. If I want to, I can execute her at any moment," Gallaron calmly spoke of Lyle’s deepest fear.

"But, I have found a better way. Treating women and children kindly is one of the Paladin’s steadfast principles."

"Lyle, after I’ve controlled you, I will use you to destroy all that Ralph has."

Gallaron stroked Lyle’s face as his consciousness sank into Lyle’s mind.

In a world of darkness, a blood-red sun burst forth with dazzling light.

"All fear, truly a terrible mental world. Is this boy about to collapse? It doesn’t matter, even if you collapse, I will remake you."

The blood-red consciousness roared in Lyle’s mind.

"Lyle, behold your angel."

"Behold?" Lyle’s voice rose in the darkness, "Indeed, I intend to."

A giant, withered like a corpse, stood up from the darkness. Its emaciated limbs swung waves of terror, and hundreds of screaming, tormented souls climbed onto Gallaron’s body.

The Antichrist looked on with fear at the towering giant.

"No! No! No! He is still asleep, you can’t be Him, you cannot be... Triton..."

The harbinger of doom laughed deviously as it devoured this pathetic soul with terror.

Darkness swallowed the blood-hued light.

"Of course, I’m not Triton, but I am still your god, your god of death."

"Die, Gallaron, being fooled by Lyle into coming here makes you truly pathetic."