When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 943 - 309 Anna Sprengel_2

Chapter 943: Chapter 309 Anna Sprengel_2

Such a young Son of the Moon, who also has no combat experience… without considering life-saving equipment, even a Transcendent of the Third Energy Level could kill him.

And the Demon Scholars with more profound knowledge of demons, they believed this without a doubt.

Because they knew—the Blood Rain in the sky at this moment was a characteristic of the Night Fiend.

And just so happens…

In the Rose Cross Society, there was a strong one whose Demon Incarnation was the Night Fiend!

“…Has Miss Sprengel made her move? How nostalgic…”

At this moment, an old man of dignified presence with white hair mumbled quietly in the Leipzig Police Department: “Is this…The Association’s retaliation against the Red Chancellor?”

“…Miss Sprengel?”

Facing him, Director Vena, who was yawning and tidying up documents, asked with some confusion: “This person you mentioned, I seem to have never heard you speak of them… who is this?”

Director Vena, who had stayed up all night to deal with the incident at the White Dove Opera House, now had a face full of fatigue.

It was for this reason, his caring superior decided to keep him by his side.

While the other colleagues had gone to the Pilotti Manor, the office was now left with just the two of them.

On the desk in front of the old man was a nameplate with his name:

Frank Schumacher, Superintendent. The old man was the highest-ranking policeman here in Leipzig.

He and Director Vena both held the rank of Police Superintendent… although he was only two ranks above Vena’s Third Level Superintendent, in reality, he was already a veteran policeman with forty years of service. If he hadn’t offended some nobles above him, he would have been promoted to Inspector by now.

And Director Vena knew that Old Frank had another identity — he was a Secret Society Member, just like himself.

They both joined the Rose Cross Society… Old Frank was his guide.

And it was because of this relationship that these two policemen, across more than forty years, almost representing two generations, could be so close.

In Stibnite, there were all sorts of secret societies. Each society has its own taboos and their own areas of interest. By leveraging the internal relations of the societies, they would very enthusiastically share various social resources with one another. This is also how those exclusive cliques form.

Theoretically, these are illegal, but there’s a saying that goes well — it’s not illegal if it’s not discovered.

And can a secret society that gets discovered still be called “secret”?

Broadly speaking, whether it’s the meetings that the Red Chancellor often holds in the “Red Fortress” or the “Closed Academic Conferences” of the Royal Alchemy Association, they could all be considered a form of society. Although they are all Stibnite’s Transcendents, they first belong to their respective societies before they belong to Stibnite.

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Among the many societies, the Rose Cross Society is one of the most prestigious and highest-ranking societies.

“Miss Anna Sprengel… she counts as one of the strongest in Stibnite.”

Superintendent Old Frank leaned back in his chair and slowly spoke, “But strictly speaking, she is not a Stibnite native. She is a bona fide Imperial.”

“…What?”

Director Vena was surprised: “Is she an Elf?”

“Close enough… She is a Half-Elf with three-quarters Elf lineage. But what has allowed her to live so long is not her lineage, but her strength.”

The spirited old man with white hair stood up nostalgically and pushed open the window: “I had the fortune to see her once when I was a child. Chronologically, she could be considered a founder of the Rose Cross Society. It is said she is a descendant of Fontaine, and her body harbors a Night Fiend—

“As you know, one of the characteristics of a Night Fiend’s appearance is the sudden descent of night with the sky full of Blood Rain, and the water sources temporarily turning into fresh blood. Although the sky is clear now as if the heavy rain just now was only an illusion, but…”

He sniffed the air lightly and huffed, “That smell of blood is too obvious.”

“This indicates that the Night Fiend only appeared for a brief moment.”

Director Vena immediately said, “Or rather, she only briefly revealed her strength for a moment… Ah, wait a second? During the Imperial Era…”

At that moment, Director Vena suddenly recalled a crucial piece of knowledge.

He looked shocked: “But… wasn’t the system for Demon Scholars to suppress the demons within themselves researched by us Stibnites?”

He remembered that the world’s first Demon Scholar, Jean de Fontenelle, although he had developed the profession, didn’t have the ability to suppress the Demon Incarnation.

His end result was also transforming into a Demon.

Just like the philosophical question of whether “the converted Son of the Moon has any relation to their predecessor,” the question of whether “the Demon Incarnation has any relation to the Demon Scholar themselves” also belongs to the same realm.

Only, the various doctrines in the former question are generally accepted by the philosophical world to be related, thanks to the strong backing and assassinations from the Son of the Moon; while Demon Scholars believe that the Demon Incarnation is another soul entirely unrelated to themselves, a true “Demon.”

It was under the influence of this thought that Stibnites developed a new era technique that draws on the Necromancy and Preservation Arts of Path of Dusk to suppress the demon within.

“Who knows? I don’t know how Miss Sprengel has survived… But she indeed lived to this era, and still appears as young, beautiful, and affectionate as a girl.”

Superintendent Old Frank watched the gradually dissipating mushroom cloud with a complicated expression: “I once had the fortune to witness her making a move. At that time, she, through some method, summoned this kind of ‘Dark Cloud as fierce as demonic fire.'”

“– From the bodies of her enemies.”

At this very moment,

Within the shattered Pilotti Manor, Aleister slowly opened her eyes.

The Night Fiend was holding her tightly, gradually folding its shadow-like black-grey wings. Then, like a maiden statue with flowing tears of blood, it approached and gently kissed Aleister’s cheek with its cold, marble-like lips.

Subsequently, the Night Fiend returned to a crow state amidst a burst of dark red lightning.

Aleister was not the slightest bit panicked—because she could sense the status of the Night Fiend at all times.

At this moment, the Night Fiend was in great condition. In other words… this spectacular explosion didn’t even breach her shield.

Holding the little crow, she praised: “Amazing, Vinesse… Such a tremendous explosion couldn’t harm you in the least.”

“… No.”

It was Vinesse herself who, with some complicated feelings, rejected Aleister’s praise: “It has nothing to do with me… or rather, my blocking this attack was inevitable, there couldn’t have been any accident.”

“Hmm?”

Aleister was slightly surprised: “Why?”

“– Because this is a skill from the Night Fiend lineage.”

Vinesse answered: “I theoretically could do this maneuver.

“It just requires planting power in the enemy’s soul in advance… and them wearing the corresponding ‘Curse Primer’ to trigger it, in other words…”

“This is a ‘Ritual Spell’ that only works on allies, right.”

She only said half of it, and Aleister understood.

Such a complex ability was clearly not suitable for use in combat. It was basically only usable in case of betrayal.

And because its damage entirely consisted of curses, it couldn’t break the defenses of the Night Fiend…

Hearing this, the Night Fiend got a bit anxious: “I would never use such a power on you—”

“– Of course, of course, I know.”

Aleister quickly interrupted, soothingly petting the crow to calm it.

Thankfully, it seemed the Mirror Demon was scared off by the explosion, otherwise, it might suddenly jump out to mock…