Don't confiscate my citizenship

Brilda urban area.

When the sun begins to set, the sky takes on a magnificent golden color, and the afterglow of dusk shines on the thin snow on the top of the Ostro mountain, covering the entire mountain with a sacred coat.

"As long as I can escape, as long as I can escape to that place..."

Rashal fled in embarrassment. He was very sure that the National Day Festival had just ended and the God of War would soon return to this hall of gods.

As long as those military gods come back, they will be able to protect him.

The sunset will soon set, and once the night comes in the Creation Empire, he will return to the ninth level.

The winter mountain wind blew through this dense pine forest, rustling, and the wind picked up the withered leaves on the ground, letting them circle and dance in the air, and then slowly fall down, paving a golden carpet, and in Ostro At the end of the mountain, stands a majestic off-white building. It towers into the clouds and is entirely made of stone bricks from the ancient times. The surface of the stone bricks glows with a dazzling golden light like flowing magma.

The indestructible miraculous stone bricks have experienced the baptism of hundreds of millions of years and are still intact without any damage.

Holographic defense barriers surrounding the temple envelop the entire building.

The special patrol troops in dark military coats were scanning the surrounding corners with vigilance. The setting sun cast long shadows on their uniforms, making them look like a group of hunters in the dark night, ready to catch prey at any time.

This is where the military staff and general headquarters of the Creation Empire are located.

Deep on the other side of the military building, there is a huge circular space, which the Creation people call the "Palace of the Gods".

This is the meeting place of the twelve military gods of the empire. After getting permission from the military god, the most you can do is come here to visit the military god. If you want to go deeper into the core area, you must get the military god's token, or only the military god. You can arrive in person.

However, at this moment.

Under the eyes of the guards and the barrier, a looming black shadow appeared on the outside of the Divine Descendants Hall.

At first, he was just a blurry shadow. Gradually, the shadow became clearer and clearer, and finally condensed into the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

The ninth-level Rashal wanted to sneak quietly, and these imperial troops could not detect his presence at all, not to mention that he was already very familiar with the map of defense facilities around the Divine Descendant Hall.

What Rashal looked like at this moment was that his skin was as white as snow, and his fluffy and soft brown short hair was slightly glowing with gold.

A pure black velvet dress wrapped his slender body, and the ancient coat of arms of the Creain Empire was embroidered with gold thread on the skirt - it was the emblem of the Roland family, a griffon with its head raised.

At first glance, he seemed to be no different from any rich boy in Brilda City. Perhaps he was just out of curiosity and accidentally broke into the periphery of this sacred temple.

But if you look into his eyes, you'll find that's not the case.

Those were a pair of distant red eyes, like a bottomless pool of blood. The wisdom and time contained in them were far beyond what his immature appearance could carry.

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, appeared here, his aura was extremely disordered, his eyelids were drooped, as if he had just experienced a brutal fight.

He leaned against the temple wall as he advanced, avoiding the blazing sunlight that seemed to burn his skin.

The golden sunset filtered through the window lattice, and his silhouette that could not be covered made him look particularly thin.

"Landry... you must be exhausted too... I want to see how you fight against the God of War in full condition..."

Rashal gritted his teeth viciously, his pupils still bloodshot.

Although he escaped at the cost of abandoning Blood Moon City, he also lost a lot of mana and blood in the battle, and was exposed to the sun, and was in urgent need of replenishing blood to restore his vitality.

He knew that he had to find a position where Landry couldn't get in and catch him before he was caught up by Landry. He would wait until he gathered his strength to fight back against the exhausted Landry and others!

The injured Rashal ignored his injuries and sneaked all the way to the temple of the gods, which can be called the second stronghold of their vampire clan.

When Rashal came to the outer entrance of the palace, he took out a spare seal engraved with amethyst, which belonged to Marquis Ryan. It was engraved with the emblem of Marquis Ryan, the Ninth Army God. General Rashal sealed the seal. In the groove on the door, all the restrictions immediately opened, letting this distinguished visitor go.

The next second, Rashal's figure disappeared from the place, as if he had never appeared.

The whole process was so silent that even the guards outside the hall were not aware of it.

A quiet and peaceful music echoed in the Divine Descendants Hall.

The pure and ethereal sound of the harp is like the sound of nature, echoing in the hall.

Sometimes it is high-pitched, sometimes low, like angels singing in the clouds, soothing every soul. The sound of the harp is mixed with the crispness of wind chimes, and it is like elves dancing on the treetops, bringing a touch of joy.

The sound of the flute is melodious and long, as if coming from distant time and space. It tells ancient legends and chants long-lasting memories. Various musical instruments are intertwined together to form a harmonious melody, holy and lofty. , graceful and melodious, steaming in the afterglow of the setting sun, reaching to the sky.

Music seems to be the singing of heaven and earth, and also seems to be the joyful song of all living things.

The setting sun shines through the towering rose windows of the Hall of Gods and falls on the marble floor, turning into diamonds from heaven and falling to the world, reflecting the murals of the Gods on the walls.

Rashal carefully avoided the beam of light from the setting sun.

At this point, Landry couldn't catch up with him.

His face was hidden under the shadow of the hood, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, which were burning with vengeance.

"I will search every corner of the Kreihe Empire, even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will pull out this cunning professor of yours and make you taste the taste of life worse than death..."

Duke Lachar gritted his teeth and listened to the five o'clock bell.

He would gather the power of half of the empire's military gods at all costs to hunt down the culprit who forced him into a desperate situation.

Professor Landry, the ghost of Lanclos, will perish.

However, in the densely populated city of Brillda, it happened to be the National Day when all the military gods gathered. Lachar did not dare to use powerful mental magic to contact the military gods under his control easily, as that would inevitably attract the attention of other military gods and even expose his whereabouts.

If the military gods started a war internally and Landry came to cause trouble again, Landry probably didn't want to see this scene, and he, Lachar, didn't want to see it even more.

He had to keep a low profile, avoid being noticed, and get rid of those uncontrollable military gods before asking Landry for his money and interest.

So, Lachar used a fake identity he had in the Kreen Empire, disguised as a distant relative of the mother of the ninth military god, Marquis Ryan, and hid in this temple with the highest standard of the empire, completely shielding the barrier, secretly contacting the military gods and gathering the half under his control.

At this time, the military gods should have just finished the blessing ceremony at the Kreen Memorial Square, and continued to guard the closing speech of Saint Bardo the Great at the Kreen Memorial Square for a while before returning to the Temple of the Gods.

Lachar looked up and sideways at the sunset in the hall.

Soon, it would be dark soon.

Only when the sky was completely dark could he feel completely at ease.

In any case, fighting during the day was too disadvantageous.

It was precisely because Landry, the villain, seized this weakness that he succeeded in forcing him into this situation.

"Landry, our second round has just begun..."

Just when Lachar was secretly proud of his plan.

The God's Temple suddenly shone with silver light.

Like a bright silver moon rising, the entire hall was enveloped in holy light.

"?!"

Lachar was shocked, but did not dare to move too much to expose himself to the scorching sun.

It was the breath of the Moon Goddess, as if the pure land of heaven had descended on the earth, filling the area on this side of the temple.

Although this pure moonlight was not as deadly as sunlight, Lachar still felt a physical discomfort, and his internal organs were churning.

He could only barely open his eyes in the sunlight, and only saw a vague figure appearing outside the silver light, slowly walking towards him.

"I, I am a visitor, I am here to see Marquis Ryan..."

Lachar had no choice but to hold back the alarm in his heart and express his lack of hostility to the other party.

Logically speaking, if a military god returned to the Temple of the Gods at this time, he would most likely have abandoned his job of protecting Saint Bardo the Great and done something against etiquette and duty.

But the logic of the other party's behavior of rushing back made him feel uneasy.

"Third Ancestor, there is no need to hide, I know it is you."

Shui Cangyu Violet arranged the Moon God's flawless pure land barrier, holding a tin staff, and walked towards the direction where Lachar was hiding.

The clear and audible sound of the ring on the tin staff made Lachar's heart tremble at the same frequency.

"Violet... why is it you?"

When Lachar heard the other party call out his identity, he also confirmed the military god who appeared in the Temple of the Gods at this moment.

He was the person he least wanted to see.

She was wearing the robe of the high priest of the Silver Moon and Healing Goddess, and her long dark blue hair fell to her waist like a waterfall. She was also the sixth military god Shui Cangyu Seat, who could enter any area of ​​the temple naturally.

The sixth of the twelve Krelian military gods, Violet of Water Jade, is considered one of the most gentle military gods. She also refuses to kill. Even after the Krelian Empire went to war, she resolutely refused to go to the front line. Brillda, who was left behind, was responsible for logistics and protecting the safety of the Krelian hinterland.

But for the blood race, her blood of a high-level wolf witch already represents infinite trouble.

"Landry is right. You, the blood race, have harmed the empire for too long. It is really my fault that I failed to catch you earlier."

Violet attacked without hesitation. The silver moonlight flowed around her. Her voice was like the sound of nature but with unquestionable majesty.

The icicle blasted Lachar out of the corner column like chasing a mouse.

Lachar barely supported his body. After seeing Violet's position and her murderous intention, he pounced behind another column.

"Landry, Landry again..."

Lachar suddenly shouted in relief, his laughter echoing in the empty hall, which was particularly creepy.

No matter where he escapes, he is Landry!

He is indeed an undead!

"But, Violet, since you have chased me here, you must have the intention to capture me, right? You should have thought about the price for doing things so badly!!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lachar, who no longer had any illusions of luck, was surrounded by a wave of black and red magic power, and his blood suddenly condensed and turned into a sharp weapon.

He was almost at the end of his rope.

Whoever came to make trouble for him at this time, he would kill him!

"The sun of the empire has not set yet."

Violet looked indifferent, and gently waved her staff. The moonlight turned into a giant net, covering Lachar's head.

The God's Temple, shrouded in dusk, became a battlefield with rich colors of the Age of Gods.

The marble floor reflected the bloody setting sun, and the twelve columns cast long shadows, like the fingers of a giant crisscrossing on the ground. Above the dome, thousands of glowing immortal crystals shone brightly, and the unchanging starry sky witnessed the great battle between the wolf and the blood clan.

Violet, the high priest of the moon, held a silver-white tin staff in her hand. Her purple eyes reflected two clear pools of dark water, chanting divine scriptures, and each syllable carried the power to penetrate gold and split stone.

Two races, two powers, met at the end of ten thousand years in this temple.

Lachar's bloody giant claws spread from the ground, turning into a residual shadow to grab Violet.

"Go to hell!"

Lachar let out a shrill roar.

Violet gently waved the tin staff.

The ice-blue fan-shaped defense came forward and blocked Lachar's way.

The cold light burst out thousands of ice crystals, forming an ice net in the air.

Lachar's figure paused, and the bloody hand he controlled hit the ice net like a sharp blade.

In an instant, the ice crystals splashed and turned into powder.

"In the sun, you are just a little stronger than the ordinary eighth level, and I am not weaker than the cardinal of the Resurrection Church."

Violet continued to respond to Lachar with a crisp snap of her fingers.

The next second, all the ice crystals retreated like a tide, turning into starlight and dissipating in the afterglow of the evening.

Lachar felt as if his magic power was drained away by these ice crystals.

"Despicable wolf witch."

Lachar never expected that the third ancestor would be forced into such a situation by a mere wolf priestess.

The spell of this female wolf witch, rather than directly endangering the opponent's life, also carries the power of the Moon Goddess that consumes the opponent's mana.

And this is undoubtedly a fatal hazard to him as the ancestor of the magic system.

If he was in a complete state at night, he would be much stronger than Violet.

But he was injured and was extremely weakened under the sunlight reflected by the temple.

He was forced to avoid Violet's Moon Goddess spell and ice magic, and was suppressed and beaten by Violet under the glory!

"You forced me to do this, Violet--"

When he was forced into a desperate situation, Lachar had no choice but to roar.

He could only use mental magic to force other military gods to quickly return to the God's Temple to help him kill Violet!

Even if this would make other military gods aware of his existence, destroy the infiltration and erosion that he had worked hard for these years, and cause chaos in Brillda, triggering a great war among multiple military gods, and even allow Professor Landry to catch up with him in the chaos, but Lachar had no other way!

Even if they died together, he would drag the high priest Violet, Professor Landry and the civilians to die together.

But just when Lachar used the blood control heart with all his strength.

He found that his mental magic was blocked by the Moon God's flawless pure land barrier in this hall.

"Can't convey...?"

This barrier almost blocked his mental connection with other military gods.

It made him unable to command any military gods to come.

"Violet, what is this?!"

He questioned Violet in great shock and anger.

"Lachar, do you think I will fight you here without any preparation?"

The airflow from Violet's tin staff turned into countless sharp frost air, whistling through the ice prison and rushing towards Lachar.

"I have long been prepared to deal with your mental control. Although I don't know which military gods are controlled by you, I will not let you recall other military gods now, let alone hurt innocent civilians in the empire. Just repent here!"

She looked at Lachar with a stern look.

"No! I don't want to lose to you, the despicable wolf tribe."

Lachar roared unwillingly, forcibly urging the remaining magic power in his body to prop up a dark red shield in front of him.

The frost hit the shield, making a series of muffled sounds. The blood-red shield trembled violently, and gradually spider-web-like cracks appeared.

He and Violet made a final stubborn resistance.

As long as he could drag it until the damn sun set, he would definitely be able to defeat Violet.

And this short sunset time seemed out of reach to him.

Just when the shield was about to break, Lachar's eyes flashed with blood, and he stretched out his right hand suddenly, and actually caught a frost.

The frozen blood dripped through Lachar's fingers, but he didn't notice it at all. He held the frost tightly, and the dark red magic rushed into Violet's tin staff along with the frost.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, you can't defeat me!!"

Lachar stared at Violet with a fierce look.

It was as if he was telling her, and as if he was telling himself that he had to hold on.

Violet only felt a spiritual magic force invading her body along the tin staff, trying to disrupt her magic circuit and make her cast spells incorrectly.

"You are not like Landry who never casts spells. Since you cast spells, you will make mistakes!"

Lachar didn't know whether he was influenced by his surroundings or tortured too much, and now he would subconsciously review the battle.

"..."

When Violet's magic was disordered, cracks appeared in the ice prison.

Lachar seized the opportunity, and the dark red magic burst out, and the ice prison was shattered in an instant.

"I want to let you taste the pain of being bitten by magic! Let you experience the despair of blood flowing backwards!"

Rachar's eyes glowed blood red, and he pointed at Violet.

At the same time, all the shadows around him suddenly became extremely thick, like a pool of black asphalt, drilling into the broken ground, seeping into the broken columns, and swallowing up the entire hall.

Black and red magic burst out from Rachar's fingertips, flying like a living being, straight to Violet's heart!

But in the blink of an eye, white moonlight suddenly rose from Violet's body, and the silver-white light turned into a light shield, which actually blocked the magic arrow, and the frost in the hall suddenly resumed gathering, accompanied by the rising airflow, almost breaking Rachar's balance.

More ice crystals grew from the broken ice net, constantly repairing the gaps, and completely entangled Rachar.

Violet's figure floated behind Lachar, the staff in her hand had turned into a white sword, emitting bright moonlight, and drew an arc to cut towards the back of Lachar's neck.

Lachar turned around alertly, and his steel-like arms held the sword, sparks of metal friction flew everywhere.

After a stalemate, Violet did not give Lachar a chance to breathe.

A huge enchantment magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground, emitting a faint blue light.

In the center of the magic circle, a crystal clear ice flower slowly grew out, growing taller and taller, and turned into an ice prison, completely covering Lachar.

In the ice prison, Lachar felt that the magic power around him was rapidly draining away, his blood vessels were almost frozen, and his limbs became extremely stiff.

No matter how he urged his magic power, it was difficult to break through this unbreakable ice cage.

"Lachar, you underestimate the magic of the Moon Goddess."

Violet stood motionless opposite Lachar, holding the staff upright in front of her, holding the handle with both hands, and gathering magic power.

Lachar felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul, freezing his consciousness.

He wanted to resist, but found that his frozen body was about to lose consciousness.

"What... did you... do to me..."

Lachar asked with gritted teeth.

"Seal."

Violet answered calmly.

This is the sealing spell inherited by the wolf tribe.

Under this purified moonlight, even the undead vampires could not escape the fate of being sealed.

As Violet whispered, the shadow of the moon appeared out of thin air, covering Lachar, and countless silver threads hung down from the moon, wrapping around Lachar's hands and feet.

"Stop!!"

Lachar struggled desperately, but his strength was being lost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was like a beast that was forced into a desperate situation, struggling and roaring frantically, vowing to break free from the extreme cold seal that was clinging to him.

Lachar's dark red magic overflowed like a storm, gathering around him into a black and red vortex, wandering under the ice.

In the center of the ice, Lachar continued to burst out dazzling blood-light cocoons, trying to tear apart the silver threads wrapped around his body.

Every move brought a storm of magic, shaking the entire temple.

"Stupid woman, do you think you can seal me?!"

Lachar gritted his teeth and roared, his voice hoarse and frantic,

"When the night falls, it will be your death! I swear, I will let you taste the pain I have suffered for tens of thousands of years!"

"These spells were designed to seal you from the beginning."

Violet held the staff tightly with both hands, feeling the power of the ancestors, and the moonlight condensed from the Moon God Pure Land barrier, locking Lachar tightly.

The light net shrank, and the silver thread of the seal tightened accordingly.

Lachar felt that his limbs were strangled, and his bones creaked, as if they were about to be crushed.

He relied on his tenacious will to support himself and fight against Violet.

Sweat beads oozed from Violet's forehead, leaving tiny water marks on her fair face.

"Lachar, don't struggle in vain, you are doomed to fail."

Her eyes were still firm, without any wavering.

It was not difficult for Violet to suppress Lachar in the sun, but it was still quite difficult to completely seal Lachar, an undead creature in the realm of the gods.

Time did not allow her to continue to wear down Lachar's state, so she could only force him to seal.

Or it could be said that Lachar's fighting idea just now was to drag her until after dark.

"Hahahaha, I didn't lose, you can't seal me."

Lachar laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter was empty and weird.

"As long as I regain my freedom, I will make you pay with blood. Look, the sun is about to set!"

Before he finished speaking, another blood-colored magic power surged out and rushed straight towards Violet.

Violet had to pinch her fingers with one hand and erect a moonlight shield in front of her.

The blood-colored magic power hit the light shield, emitting dazzling sparks.

This was a tug-of-war between the two sides to decide the outcome.

Until the last moment, when the sky was completely dark, whether Lachar was sealed first, or he recovered his strength first and broke free from Violet's seal, it was not only a game of magic and life, but also a final competition of faith and willpower.

Every second became very long.

It seemed to be split into a hundred or a thousand pieces, so that Lachar and Violet could clearly perceive it.

And any node in it could change the outcome.

But the sun set faster than Violet predicted.

It was as if the God of Night wanted to help the beloved vampires he protected in the end.

"Violet, you lost."

Just as Lachar was making his final resistance.

The dimming light of the God's Hall suddenly changed and became brighter.

An indigo figure appeared at the door of the palace.

He opened the door in surprise, letting in the light and watching the battle in the hall.

Rashal's laughter stopped abruptly after seeing this figure clearly.

The visitor was wearing a blue and white wing-like cape, covering his knight's clothes, glowing with light blue and white intertwined, as if they were fragments peeled off from the clouds in the sky.

It was as if he had accidentally wandered into this battlefield.

"Violet, what's going on?"

Hyacintos looked at Violet who was suppressing Rashael in the Hall of Gods with a look of surprise.

"Hacintos, come and help me."

Violet shouted happily when she saw who was coming.

Originally, it would take her a while to suppress Rashaer, but the sunset was unusually fast today. At this time, Hycintos came to help her seal Rashaer, and the seal could be completed quickly.

"It's you, why are you here?"

Violet felt like she could no longer suppress Rashal, who was recovering strength.

The sky was weird today and darkened too quickly. Fortunately, at this most critical moment, her strongest companion Hycintos arrived.

"I was very worried about you when I saw you suddenly running away just now. Then after asking Emperor Saint Bardo and other military gods for instructions, I also broke the rules and came here in advance."

Hyacintos immediately became wary of Rashael and explained to Violet.

When the five o'clock bell rang, their war and the God of Sword's protection ended, Violet left her post without caring about anything as soon as she resumed action, leaving them all confused as to what happened.

The other war gods now still have the important task of protecting Emperor St. Baldo, and they cannot leave the Creation Memorial Square any more wantonly.

And after a while, several of them seemed to wake up from a dream, and their memories were all in a state of confusion.

"No, Goddess of Destiny, this is not fair, why do you want to control my destiny!"

Rashal roared angrily at the temple.

Just when I saw a little hope, it was ruthlessly wiped out.

Hyacintos is not only the most extreme specialized strongman, but also an all-round strongman, because he has no weaknesses.

In addition to reaching the ultimate level of slashing, Hyacintos, who is recognized as the strongest in the Southern Continent today, has unparalleled swordsmanship talent and special spell talent, but he did not spend too much time pursuing mastering all types of swordsmanship. In terms of spells, he specializes in various counter spells.

At this moment, Rashaer is not good enough for Hyacinthus.

"Don't blame God for any cause and effect. Don't you ever consider the sins you have done when you accept punishment?"

Violet is confident that she is not afraid of the night and maintains Rashaer's seal.

"I just said what was going on. Fortunately, I came to take a look."

Hyacintos said, raising his eyes to look at Rashaer who was blocked by ice on the other side of the temple, his eyes were like a fire, already filled with fighting spirit.

He believed in Violet unconditionally and locked Rashal as his enemy.

Rashal hurriedly struggled to seal it, trying to control Hyacintos' mind with spiritual magic and make a final counterattack.

"Hacintos, recall your painful childhood, let me help you fill the scars in your heart, and surrender to me again!"

His eyes suddenly glowed red, and invisible magic veins flew out from all over his body, spiraling and intertwining in mid-air to form a thread, and then engulfed Hyacintos.

Hyacintos paused in his steps, and the Hall of Divine Descendants was quiet for half a minute.

"How do you know my past...?"

Hyacintos looked at Rashael and asked, rubbing his head in confusion.

"No, this is impossible..."

What Rashal never expected was that his spiritual magic was like a stone sinking into the ocean without causing any waves.

Hyacintos's eyes were clear and unaffected at all.

"Stop dreaming. In the Pure Land of the Moon Goddess, your mind control magic has failed."

Violet said in a disdainful tone as she applied more ice to seal Rashal.

Sure enough, her best friend Hycintos was previously controlled by the third ancestor Rashal.

Rashar tried to control the power of Hyacinthus and launched a counterattack.

But now, this control has been lifted.

Hearing this, Rashal looked pale.

In this flawless pure land of the Moon God, his blood control heart cannot take effect, and will be dissolved the moment it touches Hyacintos.

This is like a dead end again.

"Damn wolves, damn wolf witches."

Seeing that Hyacinthus' will was so clear at the moment, Rashal's last hope was shattered.

Even if he is in his prime, he may not be able to defeat Hyacintos, a monster among humans, in a head-on battle.

Now that he is seriously injured, even if he lasts until the night, he may not be able to fight against the combination of Violet and Hyacintos!

What's more, the other military gods who have been blocked from controlling the heart of blood will return to the hall of the gods in the near future. They will be isolated from the spiritual magic of the Moon God's flawless pure land and cannot be controlled by him.

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

He roared wildly, hoarse at the top of his lungs.

But the roar quickly turned into a scream.

Countless ice crystal silver wires were like steel needles, piercing into Rashal's flesh and blood, blocking every magic node in his body. Rashal felt like his internal organs were churning, his bones were all misaligned, and he was in agony.

"Violet, come here. Get to a safe location and stay away from him. I'll cut him into pieces."

Hyacinthus whispered to Violet, his voice as steady as the sea.

"Well, you are still the most reliable, my friend."

Violet nodded knowingly.

With the help of Hyacinthus, the third ancestor Rashal, who still has the strength to resist, can be sealed in a blink of an eye.

She cautiously took a few steps back and retreated towards the rear.

Violet was convinced that with her suppressing Rashar, Hyacintos would soon be able to eliminate the vampires, the ultimate scourge of the Creain Empire.

They haven't fought side by side like this for a long time.

"Violet, you are my best friend..."

Hyacinthus walked towards Rashael on the other side of the temple, stretched out his hand and pressed the sword on his waist.

Just when Violet thought everything was going to be over, a familiar sense of security came from behind.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to express her gratitude to Hyacinthus, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Violet lowered her head in disbelief and saw a hand piercing her body from behind, and blood gurgling out from the wound.

And the owner of that hand is the best friend she can always trust.

“Always!!”

Hyacinthus burst out with maniacal laughter, and his sharp blade-like hands ripped out Violet's heart from her back and crushed it in his hands.

"...?!"

There was blood at the corner of Violet's mouth, and her gradually dimming purple eyes still showed disbelief.

Even Rashal, who was being sealed by Violet in the distance, widened his eyes.

He didn't understand why Hyacinthus wanted to attack Violet, even though Hyacinthus had already lost his mental control.

"Hacintos, why are you..."

Violet spit out bright red blood from the corner of her mouth, trembling lips, and struggled to spit out a few words.

She stiffly looked back with all her strength, and the sight she saw made her pupils shrink suddenly.

I saw a trace of released joy on Hyacinthus' handsome face, and his eyes did not hide his disgust for her.

"I like seeing your expressions the most. No need to make a fuss. Anyway, you are just one step ahead of them, you damn civilian."

Hyacinthus' voice gradually lowered and he said to Violet.

What answered her next was a heartbreaking pain.

"I live in secret just for today, so you must disappear."

Bright red blood splashed all over Hyacintos' palm, but he didn't care. He shook his hand and scattered the broken wolf heart on the ground.

Violet fell down in response. Her once beautiful and holy face was now as pale as paper, her body was as motionless as a petrified statue, and the breath of life quickly dissipated.

The glow is gradually disappearing on the other side of the horizon, and the National Day celebrations are coming to an end.

Instead, a full moon rose with a light purple haze, aiming toward the zenith.

The sky is covered with stars, and the streets of Brilda city under the temple have been completely blacked out. Unconsciously, people's auras are hidden and they fall into silence.

The music in the Temple of Gods has also become eerie.

The originally gentle sound of the harp suddenly rose in pitch, like the scream of a ghost that had spanned twenty years. The wind chimes were no longer cheerful, but instead made a harsh collision sound, like the cry of purgatory.

The iron boots of Hyacinthus stepped on the floor tiles of the temple, and the drums beat like thunder.

Under such music, the temple of the gods lost its former holiness. The blood-colored moonlight filtered through the rose window, casting mottled shadows on the ground. The shadows of the stone pillars were distorted as he walked past.

The entire space was soaked in dark red, with blood, madness, and chilling all intertwined into a fugue of death.

"Twenty years ago, it was the same day. The smell of blood was everywhere."

Hyacinthus walked towards Rashaer and said calmly,

"I started hiding incognito as the eldest son of a marquis family, gave up everything, and lived in a secret way disguised as a commoner. Now, I have almost forgotten my original name, and I can hardly recall the appearance of my parents and sister. "

There was neither sadness nor self-deprecation in his eyes, he was just thinking about the past calmly.

"You, what on earth are you talking about?"

Rashal's mind was in confusion. He stood up and instinctively wanted to retreat.

He knew that Hyacinthus had always been upright and kind, and was known as the spiritual leader and benchmark for the people of the Creain Empire.

But now, Hyacintos killed his companion, the High Priest of the Moon, without hesitation while he was awake.

This is all so unreasonable!

Hyacintos stepped on the floor tiles of the God's Hall that were stained red with wolf blood, and walked slowly towards Rashaer.

At this moment, even Rashaal, who had just had his frost seal broken and regained his freedom, was so shocked that his back tensed up and his whole body shivered.

He stared at Hyacinthus, his hand that he raised and tried to resist Hyacinthus was trembling, obviously unable to understand what was happening in front of him.