Free Web NovelChapter 933: Chapter 460: The First Night of Blood and Fire
Soon, the figure of the Withered dissipated, and his cold, mad howls echoed through the forest.
"I’ll be back again!"
"I’ll be back again tonight!"
"You can’t protect them forever!!!"
Then, the injured slave merchants rushed into the forest, screaming, quickly retreating, entangled by strands of Crimson Thorn.
The members of the Beast Ear Clan watched their departing figures but did not pursue.
"..."
They merely dropped their weapons in confusion, their bodies swaying, as if everything felt unreal.
For the Beast Ear Clan, this long first night filled with blood and fire had finally come to an end.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Disaster came suddenly and left just as abruptly.
It took away smiles and joy, leaving behind countless corpses and sorrow.
As the night faded, some of them fell to the ground, clutching the soil stained with the blood of their clan, wailing loudly.
And Cyril stood among the crowd, like a bronze-cast short tower, silently standing, slowly lifting his head.
Like many others, he raised his head to gaze at the presence floating in the air.
Divine Spirit.
Suddenly descending here, saving their lives.
Yet, for some reason, Cyril sensed a peculiar sense of familiarity in the "girl’s" expression.
"Why do I feel like that gaze... No, that’s impossible, right?"
He had a faint guess in his heart, but the thought was too exaggerated and illogical, he dared not think further.
No, impossible, definitely impossible!
I’m merely comforting the father and daughter, how could such a thing really happen!
How could Lord Herbert be a Divine Spirit...
As Cyril was contemplating, "Kathy" suddenly bowed her head and looked at him.
Eh?
Why are you looking at me?
"Cyril, your eyes have become more like a Warrior’s; it seems you’ve completed your tasks in the Dark Territory, haha."
!!?
Cyril’s expression became stiff.
Even though he was picked up by Brook, he had never revealed any information related to the Dark Territory to them.
How did Kathy know?
No, how did she know!?
This matter, only Lord Herbert... huh!?
Cyril’s eyes widened like bronze bells, his mouth opened like a sea bowl, looking at "Kathy" with a face full of shock.
"He-Herbert, Lord!? You you you..."
What the heck.
It’s actually Lord Herbert!?
No way, how can this be!
This is freaking insane!
Herbert looked at his stunned expression and nodded with satisfaction.
Yes, I wanted to see that expression on your face, haha!
He looked at the scene of carnage, frowned slightly, then raised his hand, slicing his fingertip, merging the remaining Holy Light power into the seeping blood.
The color of the blood changed from red to gold, transforming into the highest level Holy Blood — remarkably spicy even for a disgraceful Vampire.
Then, he flung the Holy Blood into the center pond of the Beast Ear settlement.
Buzz!
A few breaths later, the ordinary pond water began to emit a faint golden glow after absorbing the Holy Blood!
"The Holy Water will last for three days, you know how to use it, let them recover quickly."
Herbert instructed the still bewildered Cyril: "Tonight’s matter is not the end, but merely a beginning."
"They’ll return when night falls..."
After giving these instructions, the "Divine Spirit" originally wanted to say something more but suddenly closed her eyes.
Under everyone’s gaze, "Kathy" silently fell into unconsciousness.
And then, her petite body dropped directly from mid-air.
Plummeting towards the earth!
Fortunately, Brook reacted swiftly, sprinting despite his weakened state, catching his daughter mid-air, avoiding a tragic incident.
"Kathy!!!"
...
...
The Third Commandment.
"Sssss—ah!"
Herbert hugged his head atop Valentina, rolling, his expression quite hideous, feeling as if his brain was completely emptied.
His ally and partner was so miserable, yet Miss Harmonious God offered no consolation, instead, mocked coldly: ["Heh, daring too much, aren’t you."]
["I told you, it’s your first time, don’t go overboard, but you didn’t listen, right?"]
Nenasha snorted, irritated: ["I told you not to use too much power, but you didn’t listen, insisted on creating a flashy appearance, and missing twice with the Holy Spear wasn’t accurate."]
Did Herbert intentionally let the Withered go? Was it truly like that Fallen speculated, to put pressure on him?
Well, that could be.
Herbert didn’t mind the other thinking that way.
But the reality... wasn’t really like that.
The reason for letting that guy go was merely being unaccustomed to his body after descending, the aim was rather laughable.
Fortunately, after adjusting twice, Herbert was almost calibrated and could blast the head off with the next throw.
Herbert continued groaning and lamenting when Nenasha finally couldn’t bear watching any longer, helplessly saying: ["Alright, alright! Stop pretending, I’ve already helped you bear some, you’re not that fragile!"]
"Haha! Luckily, you’re here backing me up!"
Indeed, upon confirming Nenasha wasn’t angry anymore, Herbert stopped his act, joyously sat up, and stretched heartily.
"Besides, since we’re here, how could we not give it a try?"
He didn’t anticipate merely experiencing the Divine Spirit’s perspective and coincidentally encountering such a thing.
If he hadn’t run into it, then fine, but since he had, why just stand and watch?
