Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
The Count Mandev, now abhorrent, was a formidable opponent. This was especially true when the vicinity was filled with ample Blood Food. Unfortunately, Count Mandev’s first act upon taking office was to summon a large number of maids and butlers to serve him. He had not heeded a single word the King of Winter had said. As for the Dragon Knights sent by the King of Winter, they had all been silently dealt with by the succubus Shea.
In the narrow castle corridor.
Mandev fled in disarray under the siege of Xi Wei and Gabriel. He let out a shrill infant cry, his obese body almost filling the entire corridor. Countless arms extended from his flesh, helping him move at spider-like speed through the corridor. The walls were crushed and buckled by his flesh, and expensive oil paintings were broken in half. A portrait of the first Count of the Most Territory was distortedly fallen on the ground, the majestic old knight’s mouth upturned in a sad arc, as if mocking the scum who had betrayed humanity and defected to demons.
Gabriel seized the opportunity when Mandev was blocked by an obstacle. Holding the Sword of Judgment, she slashed down, her whole body radiating a holy halo. With a hiss— a cross-shaped Holy Light Slash, covering almost the entire corridor, flashed across Mandev’s massive mountain of flesh. The scorching holy light instantly vaporized more than half of his body.
But Mandev was not dead. While fleeing desperately, he had been constantly splitting his flesh. These split pieces of flesh resembled infants with only muscle tissue and no skin. At this moment, a blood-and-bone infant shrieked and lunged at a terrified maid who had been paralyzed with fear. It opened its monstrous maw, bit off the maid’s head in one gulp, and simultaneously tore open the maid’s chest with its sharp claws, merging into her. Before long, a smaller Count Mandev wobbled to his feet.
When Xi Wei and Gabriel found Count Mandev again in the castle’s main hall, he had already fused with his other offspring into a gigantic mountain of flesh. “Keke… You can’t kill me!” Count Mandev sneered, the infant arms in his flesh swaying like seaweed. The demonic energy within his body turned into a blood mist that enveloped him, making him look even more grotesque and terrifying. Although he could only take a beating under the power of the Holy Light, his original intention was not to defeat the King of Winter and Gabriel before him, but to stall for time.
“Oh my~ You seem very confident~” Gabriel said, covering her mouth with a chuckle. Her gaze swept over Count Mandev and scanned the entire hall. In the hall, forty to fifty servants and butlers shivered behind furniture or lay on the ground, unable to move under the pressure of the demonic aura. These were Mandev’s Blood Food. Gabriel pursed her lips, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, her brows furrowed, her tender little hands trembling slightly, as if enduring immense pain. Two streams of bloody tears flowed down her eyes.
Immediately after, snowflakes of Holy Light began to fall throughout the hall. These Holy Lights landed on the servants and butlers, instantly igniting them and rapidly burning their bodies into pale, blazing infernos. Yet, strangely, these servants and butlers seemed to feel no pain, allowing the pale sacred flames to burn them to vapor and turn them into ashes. “Thump—” Gabriel knelt on the ground, leaning on the Sword of Judgment. Her pretty face was pale, her cheeks puffed out, and a large mouthful of foul-smelling black blood sprayed onto the ground. “Cough, cough… It feels much better after spitting out the sins… Hee hee~” She mumbled somewhat neurotically, raising a small hand to wipe her mouth, and staggered to her feet. A strange flush appeared on her originally pale face. She laughed maniacally, and astonishing killing intent began to condense in her light-gold eyes.
“So, Count Mandev, can you still not be killed? This is interesting…” “I will cut off every piece of your flesh, slice by slice, shredding it into strips, and see if you die~” Gabriel said, slowly approaching Count Mandev as she gripped the blood-dripping Sword of Judgment. The mountain of flesh, already shattered by Xi Wei and on the verge of death, finally panicked. In the entire castle, besides the viscous blood, there was no flesh or bone left for him to devour, nor any of his split bodies that could revive him.
But Count Mandev did not want to die. His Shea was still waiting for him. “Roar—” Suddenly, chaotic demonic roars echoed, layer upon layer, breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere. Count Mandev’s heart leaped with joy. He knew his chance had come; Shea had likely opened the Abyss Teleportation Gate. He sneered at the King of Winter and the beautiful girl enveloped in Holy Light before him, weakly spitting out bloody tissue and roaring, “Keke, listen… Do you hear that? This is a feast prepared for you by Lord Felton!”
As if in response to Count Mandev’s words, the demonic roars became more frequent and closer. Even without understanding demonic language, Xi Wei and Gabriel could discern excitement within them. It was like ferocious beasts being released from their cages. Taking advantage of the King of Winter and the girl looking around, Mandev’s eyes darted as he quietly split off a chunk of flesh and hid it in a corner. His main body was certainly doomed; no matter what, the King of Winter would kill him. Mandev had actually foreseen his end long ago. From the first time he took office, arrived in Most City, and encountered Shea in tattered clothes, from when Shea transformed from a fallen girl into a succubus and planted the demon heart in him… His end was already sealed. He knew he was a pawn. A sacrifice to the Abyss. But he had no regrets, for everything was for the Shea he deeply loved. However, even a pawn… must strive to survive.
Listening to the increasingly arrogant demonic roars, Gabriel’s expression turned cold. “A dense demonic aura, sickening.” She sniffed, her brows furrowed, and her gaze shifted towards the direction of the Abyss Teleportation Gate. “It should be the Abyss Teleportation Gate. This is troublesome. Having been delayed here for so long, who knows how many demons have been released.”
Mentioning serious business, the frenzied smile on Gabriel’s face finally subsided somewhat, her expression becoming solemn. “King of Winter, after you kill Count Mandev, please go and evacuate the civilians in Most City. I need to dismantle the Abyss Teleportation Gate.” After speaking, Gabriel, without waiting for Xi Wei’s reply, carried the Sword of Judgment and hurried away in the direction of the demonic roars. Since Gabriel was going herself, Xi Wei had no reason to stop her. It was best to leave professional matters to professionals. As the king of a nation, his people came first. But honestly, Gabriel did seem quite normal when she was serious about her work. She looked much more pleasing to the eye than her previous smiling demeanor.
Thinking this, Xi Wei silently walked over to Count Mandev with his Conqueror’s Longsword. Under Mandev’s resentful gaze, he unleashed a brilliant Qi Slash. With a boom— After the dust settled, the wall Mandev had been leaning against was shattered. On the messy ground, only an irregular pool of minced flesh remained.
