nagpurpolice Chapter 215 Brief Encounter
Chapter 215 Brief Encounter
Chapter 215 Brief Encounter
The moment the dark red spear appeared, it was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a calm oil pan, instantly turning the atmosphere tense.
Kasimi Audra retreated in surprise and doubt, while shouting sternly:
"What do you want? This is where my grandfather rests!"
Cyril didn't speak, but silently pointed the tip of his gun at him.
A sharp and chilling aura, seemingly capable of piercing through the void, swept over him, causing Kasimi to catch his words in his throat. His throat bobbed repeatedly as he swallowed the saliva secreted due to nervousness, and his calves trembled uncontrollably.
"That's enough, that's enough!"
"I will personally investigate this matter for you."
Mistral stood between the two men with a furrowed brow, shielding Kasimi behind him with his body, his gaze fixed warily on the dark red spear that had materialized in Sirion's hand.
The "Witch King's" intuition told him that even though he was a demigod who had undergone a transformation in his life level, he would still be severely injured by this spear.
Of course, this is assuming he took the shot head-on.
As the "Witch King," he has dozens of ways to easily dodge this simple attack.
But he couldn't escape Cassim behind him. He couldn't let Lord Nibais's grandson die in front of him, but Cyrien was a key figure in the primordial oracle, so he couldn't directly use violence to harm him.
Left with no other option, he could only stand between the two and try to mediate.
Cyril didn't reply, but simply pushed his spear forward, using his intuition to lock onto Casimi behind Mistral.
The next second, a somewhat ethereal, deep red full moon appeared in the sky, its crimson light descending like a thin, invisible veil.
Filter out the sunlight and let the full moon fill the surroundings with spiritual growth and enhanced inspiration.
At the same time, the dark red spear in Sirion's hand flew out like a dark red lightning bolt.
Mistral's body blurred, turning pale red, and became a hazy moonlight.
The dark red spear that had slipped from his hand pierced through him instantly, shattering him and finally turning him into pieces of red scales that dissipated on the spot.
Kasim, who had been shielded behind Mistral, turned pale instantly. The "Potions Professor's" not-so-strong spiritual intuition made him truly feel the danger of death at this moment.
The dark red reflected in those bright red eyes gradually drew closer and magnified.
Before he could react, the dark red spear had already pierced his head.
Like a crimson lightning bolt, the Spear of Longinus pierced through the moonlight that Mistral had transformed into, as well as the body of Cassimi, before disappearing into the ground of the manor, leaving behind a black hole as thick as a bowl and of unknown depth.
After being pierced, Kasimi's body twisted and shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a palm-sized, headless witch puppet.
A scapegoat doll!
Cyril glanced at it and then looked away. He wasn't surprised by this scene. After all, every demigod in the vampire clan was skilled in substitution magic, and Kasim was lucky to have a marquis grandfather.
Mistral, whose body was reforming in the moonlight, watched this scene with fury:
"...You, hmph."
"Even key figures mentioned in the ancestral oracle cannot attack a vampire without cause."
As he spoke, the image of Sirion was reflected in his bright red eyes.
As he reached up and wiped his eyes, a deep, solidified darkness instantly enveloped Cyril, binding him firmly in place, like a still image captured by a camera.
Bound in place by the cursed power, Cyrien calmly looked at the other party. The next second, the image of Cyrien reflected in Mistral's eyes came to life.
It smiled and waved to its own self, which was trapped in place outside, and then snapped its fingers.
slap~
Amidst some unreal sounds, an incredibly dazzling white light shone in Mistral's crimson eyes, causing him to lose his sight temporarily.
"Damn it!"
Mistral disintegrated his body, transforming into a swarm of vampire bats that existed between reality and illusion.
At the same time, the deep darkness that had solidified Cyrien's body vanished.
He tilted his head slightly and shouted into the air above:
"Don't just stare!"
The next second, a thick gray fog surged in his vision, and a tall angel with twelve pairs of mercury-silver wings flew out from the fog.
It landed in front of him and wrapped him up with layers of feathers from behind.
In his eyes, a ring formed by a silvery snake biting its own tail appeared and began to slowly rotate.
After a brief interval, Cyril's image appeared in the eyes of all the vampire bats, and the connection that Mistral had just severed was miraculously rebuilt.
At the same time, black, illusory flames suddenly ignited on the bodies of the vampire bats, burning away their life and spirit.
A strange glint flashed in Sirion's eyes, which then reflected a phantom book that was slowly turning its pages.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, he conjured a two-handed greatsword from thin air, formed from pure dawn light.
He plunged the silver "Sword of Dawn" into the ground in front of him, and the greatsword shattered, turning into fragments of light like the dawn.
Countless fragments of light formed a shimmering and violent hurricane, sweeping towards Kasimmi, who was still not fully recovered from his shock.
At the same time, due to the mystical connection established by the curse, the reflection of Cyril in the eyes of those vampire bats also made the same move, summoning countless smaller "storms of light" from within.
Cutting through the sharp silver light and scorching the black flames, the vampire bats in the air turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Then Mistral's body reappeared in the moonlight, with many shallow marks on his body from being cut by sharp blades, and black flames burning around his eyes.
Seeing this, Sirion also stopped maintaining the "Storm of Light," allowing the sharp silver storm to dissipate in the moonlight.
The main problem was that Kasimi ran too fast. Aside from being caught off guard and grazed by the sharp fragments of light at the beginning, his "storm of light" could no longer touch him afterward.
As the black flames silently burning in his eye sockets were swallowed by the moonlight, Mistral looked at Sirion again, his composure waning, and said coldly:
"The warning you wanted has been given. Let's leave it at that. I will restrain the vampires of Backlund and ensure that this never happens again."
Cyril looked up at the illusory "full moon" in mid-air, then placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the other party.
"Of course, have a wonderful evening."
As he bowed, the illusory book was once again reflected in his eyes.
As he finished bowing, his figure became ethereal, bathed in a layer of dazzling starlight, and abruptly disappeared before the eyes of Mistral and Kasimi.
Kasim let out a soft breath, reached out and pressed the spot on his body that had just been touched by the "storm of light," and grimaced.
The "Dawn Knight's" dawn is a counter to vampires, and his wounds not only show no signs of healing, but are actually getting worse.
A flash of resentment crossed his eyes as he turned to look at Mistral beside him:
"Count Mistral, are we just going to let him leave like this?"
Mistral gave him a somewhat disgruntled look: "What else?"
"Of course, you can also rush up and fight him yourself to save face."
Thinking of the dark red spear that had easily pierced his head without giving him any chance to react, Kasim instinctively shrank back.
After realizing what had happened, he puffed out his chest and stubbornly said:
"If he doesn't use his extraordinary abilities at the demigod level, I have absolutely no fear of him."
"Or you could offer some help and give me time to use the potion; I'm sure I could easily defeat him then."
Mistral frowned at his reaction... He lacked any of the pride and confidence of a vampire.
He shook his head, made the illusory "full moon" in mid-air disappear, and then looked towards the manor gate:
"Just now, a demigod of higher rank than me was secretly watching over him. I couldn't offer much help, but the 'Full Moon' state is the best buff for vampires."
He paused, then looked at Kasimi and said:
"But under the blessing of the 'full moon,' you don't even dare to get close to him."
"Also, you should think about how to explain this to Lord Nibais."
After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disintegrated, transforming into a swarm of vampire bats that existed between reality and illusion, flying off towards the outside of the manor.
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