Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 109 - 105: Poison in the Blood

Purifier Lyle’s words greatly inspired Paladin Karen; by her side, none were a match for her. The roaring Holy Flame burned around her, and the beast-like blood servants fled in all directions under the shadow of her warhammer.

"Useless creatures!" Porifan was obviously extremely frustrated with the current scene, especially when remembering how arrogant she had been at the time. The clerics of the Light Chaser were not combat professionals; they were like turtles, with various powerful support abilities and slightly impressive Light Divine Skills, the damage they could inflict on the Blood Clan was at most equivalent to that of ants. However, the combination of a cleric and a paladin was much more terrifying in comparison.

Yet she had considered herself as having the upper hand, allowing this boy to remain intact in front of her for thirty minutes, until his companions could join the battle.

The thought that she herself had created the present situation made the flames of anger inside Porifan sever her rationality and thought process.

Her sharp claws clashed and sparked against Karen’s burning warhammer. With an agile somersault in the air, she perched on the branch of a tree.

"Servants, go deal with that cleric. His attacks are negligible compared to his defense; don’t let him interfere with me. Once I’ve dealt with this paladin, we’ll take our time dismantling his turtle shell."

"Monster! You’re delusional, thinking you can defeat me. Feel the power bestowed upon me by the esteemed Purifier, Child of the Holy Light!" Karen retorted fearlessly, clashing head-on with the vampire, or at least that was what she wanted to do. For in the moment of contact, Porifan, relying on her flexible body, twisted and thrust her claw into a gap in the armor.

She was then blocked by the Holy Light Shield.

The pressure Lyle faced had diminished significantly, even though he was now facing six remaining low-level vampires.

Compared to the Kosovo Giant Bears he had faced in the past, they were still lacking, and besides, Lyle now had Sister Eliane as a Holy Light cheat code.

The strikes of the Holy Light surged like a fountain, causing the blood servants to howl in pain.

Despite their unbearable pain and their skin already being seared and blurred by the Holy Light, they still stubbornly carried out their mistress’s orders.

The cleric’s Power of Holy Light was still lacking in lethality; even though the blood servants were left without an inch of intact flesh, they were still lively and hopping around.

Initially, Eliane was giving instructions in Lyle’s mind, perhaps because she had grown weary or found it bothersome.

An angelic silhouette formed above Lyle’s head, as the Holy Light spells from its hands struck the surrounding enemies without cost.

Lyle had become entirely a vessel for the Holy Light, or rather, a totem of the Holy Light.

Occasionally, under the direction of the beautiful winged figure above him, he would take a few steps left or right, bringing those fleeing blood servants back within the range of the Holy Light’s strikes.

Unbeknownst to him, Lyle had already covered a considerable distance.

While Eliane was fighting, Lyle wasn’t doing nothing.

He had been continually using his Plague Messenger abilities, trying to contribute.

Unfortunately, the vampires had some resistance to this plague.

Lyle could feel that some dark power was protecting these Dark Creatures, keeping their bodies from being invaded by the virus, unable to penetrate their skin, flesh, or even respiratory systems.

Even though vampires did not need to breathe, and their nasal airways were merely for show, when Lyle attempted to control the plague to enter through the nose, an invisible force still hindered him.

Lyle experienced the weakness of his own power.

Karen and Porifan were in a deadlock, but exhaustion created by the human body would ultimately crush her, tipping the scales of power once again.

"Lyle!"

Verlet’s shout brought Lyle, who had been watching Karen’s distant battle, back to reality.

It was his side that was encountering problems first.

To accommodate Eliane’s attack range, he had strayed from his original position, but the unconscious Ralph and Verlet, who was watching over him, were still at the original spot.

The initial protective barrier had gradually waned with time, leaving the two humans exposed to a group of vampires.

Seizing the moment while the attention was diverted by the rest of their companions howling in Lyle’s presence, one of the blood servants had already made their way to their location.

Verlet was struck and thrown like a sandbag for several meters; as blood surged from her mouth, she called for the only one who could help Ralph.

The vampire hoisting Ralph high was none other than the former baron’s son, Karent.

His cheek had been scorched by the Holy Light, and from the charred flesh, a single crimson eye stared straight at Lyle.

"This is the one Verlet fancied? Huh, I can’t believe it. Brat, your damn power, it burns me so badly, I’ll take some compensation from your uncle’s body."

"Compensation of fresh blood."

The lingering pain on his face and the vanishing reason due to the healing scars finally turned Karent into a pure beast. In his eyes, there was only the blood flowing through Ralph’s veins.

Holding his cheap uncle like a trophy, Karent revealed his fangs and viciously bit down.

Blood, along with Verlet’s scream, transferred between the two men.

Karent’s wounds visibly healed, scabs forming and falling off his face at a rapid pace, leaving behind skin even more lustrous than before.

Ralph’s skin, on the other hand, turned progressively paler, devoid of any color, like a rapidly dehydrated corpse.

Watching this scene unfold,

Lyle smiled.

The battle had just crossed the thirty-minute mark.

This smile acted like a switch, a heavy hand tipping the scales.

Karent, who had just regained his youth, began to convulse, his eyeballs protruding, with actual blood flowing from his crimson pupils.

He knelt on the ground, clutching his head, emitting an indistinct wail!

"No! My body! This blood... there’s something wrong with this blood!"

The blood he had drawn gushed from his every orifice, and no matter how he tried to stop it, it wouldn’t be stemmed. Ralph’s, even his own blood, turned into wriggling worms burrowing into Ralph’s wounds.

The situation reversed, and with the loss of fresh blood, Karent became weak.

It was as if Ralph had drained his blood.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling somewhat astonished,

he never expected his first Plague victim would be his cheap uncle.

The Plague Messenger was unable to breach the vampires’ defense, but humans were essentially the best carriers, and Lyle had been waiting for this moment.

By feeding, they transferred the human plague directly into the vampires’ bodies.

Lucky Karent began to show symptoms of bleeding.

At this moment, he was more fragile than a human.

He staggered towards his own kind.

Lyle also received some good news.

The Plague had mutated within the vampires, becoming a virus targeting vampires.

This meant that their Dark Creature skin was as good as nothing.

A vampire approaching Karent started to gag, and another lost control of its lower limbs, while one more experienced an unbearable itch, to the point its claws had been drawing blood, its flesh a blurry mess.

"My legs, what’s happening to me!"

An unknown fear turned these monsters back to human form.

"It’s the Plague! That fool has infected us with the Plague!"

"There’s poison in the blood!"