Chapter 170 | Chapter 88 Fading Light
“A blood race? To actually reach Ranteja… not only slandering the Duke’s reputation, but also not concealing their killing. Blood race, your foolishness will lead to your demise!”
The young swordsman, clad in silver armor, held a gleaming silver straight longsword. Under his open helmet, a handsome face was revealed, and the voice that emerged contained killing intent.
Verafia’s golden eyes, looking up, saw the straight silver sword held by the young swordsman transform into a bright, scorching light. The dazzling radiance swayed a few strands of her hair, moving along her side towards Claude, who was facing her with a panicked expression.
“Who are you? No… here, how could there still be a Saint Rank!” Claude’s voice, hidden beneath the blood mist, was filled with terror.
“Vampire, you haven’t even heard of Lord Oran’s dual swords, yet you dare to intrude here and carry out slaughter? Even though the Duke is away, and Hells is also under orders outside, by yourself… perish beneath this sword, Scorching Light Burning Sun Slash Moon!”
The scorching white light tore down, burning away the blood mist, leaving Claude nowhere to escape. He was forced to raise his blood sword in defense.
“Clang!”
The scorching light of the sun cast down, splitting the scarlet blood color in two, and then burning to ashes. Claude let out a painful scream.
“As expected, Carlossti… it’s not his original power.” Verafia’s face, as exquisite as porcelain, reflected in the brilliant sword light, her golden eyes beneath long eyelashes gently closed.
Igot looked at the girl beside him. He seemed to feel that Verafia’s eyes had flashed for a moment just now, but then quickly dimmed.
“I was wrong, you were originally human, and by defecting to vampires, you became a half-blood hybrid. However, whose blood allowed you to reach the Star Rank? And even withstand my blow?”
The young swordsman held his sword, and the blood glow formed by the surrounding blood all extinguished with cries. He suddenly raised his sword and slashed down again.
Claude let out a tragic and resentful cry. The weapon blocking the young sword’s blade melted, and a straight white line imprinted on the space. It suddenly cut into Claude, severing his entire right arm, and the scorching light burned away the collapsing blood!
More than half of the blood mist that Claude was forced to split was incinerated, and his re-condensed form was incredibly weak. The severed right arm was difficult to regenerate, with scorching marks remaining at the wound, but he dared not curse in anger. His body transformed into more than ten blood lights and fled.
The young swordsman did not pursue. He stood still, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
“This blood race, although crude in swordsmanship, seems to have a hint of the Duke’s ‘Sword of Division.’ And his blood…”
The swordsman’s arm, clad in a silver bracer, was slightly angled. The gleaming silver straight sword edge was tilted, and in the still scorching radiance, a drop of bright red blood did not burn as expected, but slowly flowed down.
Behind the young swordsman.
Igot’s gaze shifted from the shockingly ornate swordsman to Verafia beside him. Igot had noticed the fleeting expression on the young girl’s face earlier and wondered if this Miss Phoenix also knew this swordsman.
So Igot spoke, “Young Lady, this ‘Carlossti,’ do you know him?”
Verafia opened her slightly closed eyes and turned her head. Unexpectedly, her small face was filled with annoyance and frustration, “How would I know such a question? You, stop bothering me!”
The girl’s voice was quite displeased, and her big eyes, glaring at him, clearly conveyed the words, “This young lady is very annoyed; don’t bother me.”
Igot hastily suppressed his voice. Igot hadn’t figured out who had annoyed this Young Lady so much in just this short while, right before his eyes.
Of course, although he hadn’t figured it out, his survival instinct as a qualified attendant instantly made Igot lower his head and apologize submissively.
“This swordsman is Duke Oran’s subordinate, but he uses light-element Dou Qi… and is even hostile to Claude.”
Elishia’s voice rang out. She stood at the front, the golden-edged, ornate hem of her skirt slightly rustled by the wind, her peerlessly beautiful face illuminated by a few rays of light. Elishia turned her head to look at the grey-robed girl who had approached with Dofiraia.
“Charle, you tell me, was Duke Oran also human in the past? And for what reason was he corrupted by vampire blood?”
“Perhaps only Duke Oran knows the answer to such a question. It’s a pity he has long been buried in history.”
The girl Charle shook her head slightly, raising her face to look at Elishia, who furrowed her delicate brows. She flicked a strand of her hair and suddenly chuckled lightly.
“What, is it that it’s different from what you thought, and you’re hesitant?”
“No. I just think it’s necessary to clarify this… Charle, you know, one of my innate abilities is ‘Radiant Judgment.’ Knowing the potential reason, yet not judging his ‘true evil,’ I will doubt it from the bottom of my heart.”
Elishia bit her thin lips, and after a moment, she raised her head and said.
Elishia suddenly saw Miss Phoenix beside Igot, not far away, turn her head. A trace of sarcasm seemed to flash across the girl’s small face.
At this moment, more than a dozen local knights also arrived. The banners they held were not the emblems of the local lord but a Peka iris and a Church cross, ancient in design yet clearly visible.
Several knights dismounted and surrounded Verafia and the others. The remaining knight, who appeared to be a high-ranking knight, spoke to the silver-armored swordsman.
“Lord Carlossti, is this blood race perhaps from the north?”
“Perhaps not. High-ranking blood races from the Northern Winds Territory do not have such an aura, unless… it is a newly awakened progenitor of those vampire bugs.”
The young swordsman pondered, then waved his hand.
“There’s no need to worry about that. We will know once we capture this blood race. My light has left a mark on the body of that vampire scumbag just now. With his level, even if he wanted to commit suicide, it would be impossible.”
The high-ranking knight bowed with his sword and retreated. The young swordsman put away his sword and walked towards the noblemen and women who had suffered from the vampire’s unwarranted disaster.
“Everyone, I am Carlossti, the Duke’s sword of guard. I sincerely apologize for the fact that a vampire appeared in Ranteja is indeed our negligence. May I know…”
The swordsman’s voice suddenly paused. He raised his eyes, his gaze like electricity, and in an instant, it fixed on the black-haired young man behind the several young girls.
Igot felt as if he had been pinned to the wall by a massive city defense crossbow bolt, unable to move.
“Damn it, this swordsman, won’t he mistake me for Claude’s remnant and want to kill me too? But that’s not right, I’m not a vampire. If they’re looking, it shouldn’t be me?”
Igot’s mind raced with random thoughts. Suddenly, the swordsman’s voice rang out.
“That… sword.”
The opponent’s voice was not as clear and powerful as his entire appearance and temperament, as it had been before. Instead, it sounded incredibly hoarse… as if his gleaming, straight silver sword had become rusted in endless time.
It was only then that Igot realized the other party was staring intently at the End he was holding.
Almost at the same moment, the colors of the sky flickered violently, and the bright colors of the entire world rapidly faded, as if struggling and sinking.
Verafia lowered her eyes, watching the city below crack and reveal a dim, dark red… like a long dream shattered.
