When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 941 - 308: Fleeting Moments (Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 941: Chapter 308: Fleeting Moments (Vote for Monthly Tickets)

“I have triggered the Wrath Brand to explode four times, just as you requested.”

Alfonso proactively reported his progress: “The corpse has already shown signs of response!”

“Very good.”

Lady Kingsford replied with a gentle smile.

She tenderly stroked Alfonso’s cheek, resting her fingers on his neck.

“By the way,” she suddenly asked, “are you aware of what happened to Count Dorn?”

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“…Earl?”

Alfonso asked with some confusion, “What about him? Are you referring to his collection of young girls’ souls? I am aware of that…”

“Ah, never mind then,”

Anna kissed his cheek, speaking somewhat reluctantly, “Have you ever thought about… leaving Leipzig? Or should I say, leaving Star Antimony?”

“That is absolutely unacceptable!”

Alfonso jolted in alarm, immediately refusing without hesitation, “Father has told us to stay at home during this time! If needed, he wants to summon us at any moment! Plus, if I leave Star Antimony, I will be treated as a traitor…”

“I see…”

Anna sighed, “That’s too bad.”

“…What?”

“Nothing.”

Anna kissed Alfonso again, whispering in his ear, “Then I’m afraid there’s no chance now…

“…I was actually thinking that once you complete the ritual, your consciousness would enter the created Tainted Blood Angel. Then I would no longer have the chance… to have a good time with you again.”

Tainted Blood Angel…

Just hearing this term filled Alfonso with hope for the future.

Anna had told him the story—in the blood pool within the Daffodil Territory, a Filth Evil-transformed Tainted Blood Angel is fostered.

The essence of this being is quite simple…

The creation of the Son of the Moon really only requires the corpse of a Transcendent from the Path of Love. And when people die, their souls enter the Dream Realm… At the same time, once someone becomes an Angel Envoy, the instruments they have used during their lives as well as their very corpses become sanctified due to this divine link.

That is to say, if someone could get ahold of an Angel Envoy’s corpse from the Path of Love—this corpse itself could be transformed into a Son of the Moon!

But because the corpse has been sanctified, the Son of the Moon transformation ritual cannot take effect normally. The power of the Angel Envoy, through a certain connection, would overlay on their own corpse, preventing other powers from easily influencing the body—otherwise, wouldn’t it be ridiculous if the shrines of the enshrined Angel Envoys were turned into the Undead?

However, if one could break this sanctity through a certain ritual, a forced transformation could be executed. Thus obtaining a Son of the Moon shell with the power of an Angel Envoy…

—This is the Tainted Blood Angel.

When Lady Kingsford learned Alfonso needed power, she brought him such a shell and taught him the ritual to undo the divine protection, lending him her own accessory.

Once the divine nature of the Blood Angel is removed, it momentarily becomes an ordinary corpse. And if his own ashes could be mixed in at this time, then when it transforms into a Tainted Blood Angel, a portion of the consciousness and personality would be his.

Through this method, one could directly circumvent the difficult ascension process and obtain the power of an Angel Envoy in one fell swoop!

By then, all of his father’s worries would no longer be an issue!

Therefore, Alfonso was extremely grateful to the generous Lady Kingsford.

He even felt he was falling in love with her… in love with the witch who had lived for at least sixty to seventy years and had been called “more evil than a demon.”

“…Then, would you like to come to my house now?”

After a brief hesitation, Alfonso still extended the invitation: “There’s no one at home— I’ve already dismissed the servants so as not to disturb the ritual.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do.”

Anna replied with a smile, “Your house is about to receive a visitor.”

“…A visitor?”

“Just now, Count Dorn has been killed. Members of the Rose Cross Society have all been made aware of this matter.”

“—What?!”

Alfonso was shocked, ready to leave the Dreamland the next moment.

But he was quickly held back by Anna, and his rapidly becoming transparent body solidified once again.

“My lady, I need to hurry and prepare for defense!”

Alfonso, scared pale, exclaimed: “The Demon Incarnation within Count Dorn is the Demon of Winter… It might come to kill me!”

The Demon of Winter—that’s the evolved form of the Ice Demon, representing the very essence of annihilation as the Demon of Sloth.

It not only counters the Son of the Moon in terms of abilities… but even in personal dislike, it harbors hatred towards the Longevity Species such as the Son of the Moon, Dragons, and Elves that can live for so long.

If the Demon of Winter truly escapes from Count Dorn’s body, it might even actively attempt to hunt down the Son of the Moon!

By that time, the police could not find him, but the demon might have come knocking on his door!

“…Don’t worry, because the Demon of Winter has not broken free from Count Dorn’s body. Otherwise, do you think you could still be here chatting with me so peacefully?”

Anna made a joke.

“This, this is good…”

Alfonso let out a sigh of relief.

But he quickly realized who the guest Anna mentioned before was—

“…You don’t mean to say, the person who killed Count Dorn wants to find me, do you?”

“You guessed right.”

“Save me—”

“Of course, of course, baby. I will save you…”

Anna reassured Alfonso with a slight upturn of her lips, her smile filled with a bewitching charm: “I’ve already set it up—just by shouting ‘I surrender’! I can immediately teleport to your side.”

“…Why, why such a phrase?”

Alfonso looked uncomfortable: “We, the Son of the Moon, are a proud race—”

“Relax, it’s just a passphrase. Think about it, normally, when you say these words, wouldn’t the opponent instinctively stop their hand? Or at least let down their guard… That way, I also have the opportunity to catch them off guard.”

Anna explained.

Alfonso felt it made sense.

He nodded and agreed: “Alright, I’ve got it… then when should I say it?”

“Whenever you think it’s the right time. For instance, when you feel in danger… or say, when you think your opponent has let down their guard.”

Anna said, patting his cheek with a smile: “Alright, now it’s time to wake up from the dream…”

The next moment, Alfonso suddenly opened his eyes in bed.

But there was an extra person in his bedroom, which had been empty before.

A girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate beauty and black hair. She wore a cloak and held in her arms a crow that gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

Given Alfonso’s usual disposition, he was accustomed to interacting with young girls. But because of Anna, he immediately recognized the identity of the person—this quiet-looking girl was the very culprit who killed Count Dorn!

Alfonso’s nerves tensed up: “Who are you!”

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“What do you think?”

Aleister walked around the bedroom with hands behind his back, leisurely strolling and looking at his collections, casually speaking: “Was that ritual arranged by you? It doesn’t look like it…

“Tsk, why are there so many fairy tale books on the shelf? Are you a child?”

“What if it is… or isn’t!”

Alfonso let out a sigh of relief—fortunately, the divine corpse in the basement seemed not to have been discovered.

But his nerves immediately tightened again: Damn, how does she know I arranged the ritual?!

He had just admitted it partly then abruptly corrected himself.

“Was it Anna Kingsford who taught you?”

Aleister continued to speak at a leisurely pace.

Alfonso’s pupils dilated in shock—how does she know everything!

He had not told anyone about contacting Lady Kingsford! No one knew… even his father had forbidden him from any interaction with Lady Kingsford!

If his father had not been really out of options, he would have never dared to defy his father’s taboo…

“Let’s hear it, Alfonso.”

Aleister turned around, speaking indifferently: “Or would you prefer to be beaten first?”

“I surrender—”

He uttered the secret phrase without hesitation.

And just then.

A crimson array emerged on his left cheek, and the necklace around his neck shrieked like a pressure cooker, emitting a disturbing red light.

“Wait, this is—!”

Alfonso screamed in horror.

In the next moment, the Night Fiend in Aleister’s arms suddenly revealed its true form.

With its two ragged and withered wings, it wrapped around Aleister—

Instantly, the sky was overcast with dark clouds.

With the stench of blood raining down, a loud explosion erupted.

A mushroom cloud, in the heart of Leipzig City—slowly rose!