The First Vampire - Chapter 389: Prisoners_1

Outside the Temple of Destiny, High Priestess Trissley slowly rose to her feet.

The voice that seemed like divine awe just now still lingered in her ears. Trissley’s face was filled with the devotion of a pilgrim as she gazed towards the direction of the Half-Elf Palace.

“Sylv.”

Trissley gently uttered this name. As if gaining unwavering faith, she strode towards the Temple of Destiny.

Along the way, various clergy from the temple approached her, asking in hushed whispers:

“High Priestess, what was that just now?”

“Was it the oracle of the Goddess of fate?”

“Was the Blessing of Blood you presided over successful?”

…

Lowering her hands to silence the clamorous voices, Trissley made a pacifying gesture and said, “Everyone, there is something urgent I need to attend to now. Allow me to explain everything to you later.”

The clergy only then noticed the silent armored man following behind Trissley. The crisp sounds of hooves echoed from the outside of the temple. Apparently, the area was surrounded by the Blood Knight Army.

They immediately became aware of the situation, their faces turning pale with fear. They no longer dared to speak out of turn, allowing Trissley to lead the armored man into the temple unhindered.

Guiding the armored man through the prayer hall and a quiet corridor, Trissley stopped in front of a wooden door.

Knock, knock.

Trissley gently rapped on the door, asking, “Marquis Vincent, are you there?”

There was no response.

Just as Trissley was about to knock again, she suddenly found her arm seized by the armored man from behind. He swiftly pulled her back.

“You…” Before Trissley could voice her confusion, the wooden door in front of her suddenly burst open.

Bang!

Countless splinters flew out from the impact, Trissley’s eyes widened in horror as a warhammer the size of a baby’s head smashed from behind the door.

Thankfully, the armored man was quick to shield Trissley, taking the full brunt of the hit right in the chest, instantly creating a deep dent.

Unfazed, the armored man charged into the room, destroying the already precarious wooden door completely. Splinters and dust filled the atmosphere.

Trissley was thrown back by the armored man. She staggered a few steps before stabilizing herself by holding onto the railings.

Looking ahead, she saw Marquis Vincent seated inside the room, swaying a glass of red wine in his hand. He stared coldly at Trissley, saying:

“High Priestess, I didn’t expect you to bring me such a surprise.”

After the initial ritual, Trissley told Marquis Vincent that she wished to personally verify the effects of the ritual, and had left for the Half-Elf Palace.

But when Vincent heard that name, which sounded like an oracle, he immediately suspected that he might have been betrayed.

Trissley gave a light smile and replied, “My Lord Marquis, shouldn’t you celebrate the successful birth of the Queen’s daughter?”

Marquis Vincent sneered, “Trissley, do you really think you’ve made a wise choice? Let me tell you, treacherous people like you who don’t keep their promises won’t be respected by anyone!”

Trissley replied expressionlessly, “To shine the goddess’s glory upon this land, what does sacrificing my honor matter?”

Vincent’s lips twitched, and he fell silent.

He realized then, this High Priestess of the Goddess of Fate was a zealous believer who could not be measured by conventional wisdom.

Trissley remained silent, quietly observing the ongoing fight.

Like the priests of the Glorious Church, the clergy of the Temple of Destiny were not warriors. Observing the situation, Trissley had no intention of intervening, only hoping that the mysterious armored man sent by Count Angri could successfully subdue Marquis Vincent’s guards.

Thud. Thud. Thud!

Forced into retreat by the armored man’s relentless assault, Marquis Vincent’s knightly guards were struggling to counterattack.

The aftermath of battle scattered in the small space, causing the entire building to start shaking and quivering.

Countless dust and fragments were descending, as if the building would collapse the very next second.

“Who on earth are you?” Marquis Vincent couldn’t help but blurt out.

He knew that his guards were rank five knights, and those capable of suppressing them must be rank six.

But when did such an expert appear among the Half-Elf Clan?

As for the Angler family, Marquis Vincent doubted even more if they had this kind of leveled offenders.

Even the St. Hilde family might not necessarily be able to send out such a rank six expert to Silver Moon City.

The armored man ignored Marquis Vincent’s question, his sword turning into multiple afterimages, aiming continuously at the vital parts of the knight’s body.

The knight dodged left and right strenuously but suddenly found a silver sword light curving strangely in front of his eyes, slashing at his right hand in an instant.

Shh!

“Ah—”

The knight cried in pain, his right palm cut off at the root, and the war hammer fell heavily on the ground.

Marquis Vincent’s face changed, without hesitation he rose, threw his wine cup towards the armored person, and rushed towards the window.

Bang!

Seeing Marquis Vincent escaping through the broken window, the armored man immediately chased after him.

Boom!

At this moment, a wooden cabinet by the window suddenly burst open, and a knight bathed in golden light rushed out.

He too was wearing a heavy armor, holding a long spear. He seemed like an enraged Black Bear charging towards the armored man.

The armored man was caught off guard and the spear pierced his flank.

The massive impact caused the spearhead to pierce the armor instantly, exiting from the other side.

Without showing any mercy, the knight continued his charge with his spear.

Boom!

With every step, the armored man was pushed back by the spear until he slammed heavily into the wall, creating a huge hole in the stone wall.

The sudden turn of events left Trissley, who was watching the battle, gasping in surprise. But before she could recover, Marquis Vincent, who had escaped earlier, suddenly appeared from the hole behind the armored man.

“Die!”

Marquis Vincent laughed grimly as he plunged a sharp sword into the back of the armored man.

But as the knight thought he had secured the victory, the armored man suddenly shot his hands forward.

The knight in front of him did not dodge in time and his fingers pierced through the helmet.

Splash.

A drop of bright red blood dripped onto the ground, splattering into a bloom of blood.

“Ahh!!!”

The knight covered his bloody, hollow eye sockets and yelled in pain.

Before Marquis Vincent could react, the armored man in front of him suddenly turned sidewise, his right hand darted out, fast like a venomous snake, and gripped his throat in an instant.

“Heh heh…”

Marquis Vincent stared in horror at the armored man who seemed unkillable, his mind went blank.

Although his face was hidden under the armor, Marquis Vincent felt like he could see a sneer at the corner of his mouth:

“Marquis Vincent, you’ve been captured again.”