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Chapter 741: Lanchi's Seven-Digit Kill Count
Chapter 741: Lanchi's Seven-Digit Kill Count
On a night shrouded by the blood moon, time seemed to stand still.
The dark alleys of the Breerda Mafia's territory twisted like a serpent, deep and foreboding, leading to an unknown abyss.
In this eerie silence, the only sounds were faint breaths and the soft rustle of clothing.
Elsa and the little black cat curled up against a hidden wall, their hearts pounding like drums, afraid to make the slightest noise that might disturb the still air.
"..."
Viscount Carmel's eyes were wide open, his pupils slowly moving to the left.
His peripheral vision could only make out his own shoulder and the white-gloved hand resting upon it.
When had this person arrived?
Carmel himself was a Blood Clan with stealth-based abilities. How could someone approach him so silently and place a hand on his shoulder without him noticing?
As his gaze shifted, he also caught a glimpse of a figure with purple hair and emerald eyes in the distance.
The griffin young lady of the Roland Marquis family?
"Landry..."
Ursula hid at a distance behind Professor Landry, not too close but not too far away either.
At this distance, she wouldn't easily be caught in the crossfire, hindering Professor Landry's movements, nor would she be too far away in case she was captured and used as a hostage against him.
In her opinion, this suspected vampire was likely a strong one among the sixth-rank, and with the vampire race's natural night-time invincibility and innate epic abilities, the chances of a human of the same rank winning were slim.
However, since Professor Landry dared to get so close to the vampire, it meant that he was prepared to engage in a head-on battle.
Ursula clenched her fists, her palms sweating.
If Professor Landry lost, she would probably die too.
But at this moment, she could only put her trust in him. He didn't seem like someone who acted without thinking.
In this man, she saw courage and the same spirit her brother once had, so she chose to believe in him.
At the other end of the dark alley.
"Meow, meow, meow! Lanlan, you've finally come to rescue us, meow!"
The Cat Boss's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Lanchi, who had finally arrived.
If Lanchi had been any later, he would have had to turn into a human.
But he wasn't sure if that would have scared this vampire.
The idea of becoming human filled him with an unknown fear, just as it would a human turning into a dragon—a completely different species.
The worst-case strategy was to create a big enough commotion to try and attract the attention of the Mafia boss.
Above the little black cat, Elsa's face was streaked with tears as she stared blankly into the distance.
So her brother really had come to rescue her.
But amidst the overwhelming surge of emotion, a chilling anxiety crept into her heart.
At the end of the dark alley, she could only make out those two figures, and firstly, there was no way her brother could be the one with the seven-digit kill count. A body count in the millions was something a human would struggle to achieve in their entire lifetime; it would take a ninth-rank forbidden curse to wipe out an entire province.
Even if such a destructive forbidden curse existed, it would likely require a life as a trigger, and even a ninth-rank expert would be reluctant to use it.
So, there was only one answer.
Her brother's opponent was incredibly dangerous!
"Brother, run! This vampire has killed countless people!"
Elsa now deeply regretted asking the little black cat to call for her brother, afraid that she had dragged him into this bottomless conspiracy.
A sixth-rank expert like her brother was already an extremely rare powerhouse. In the combat department of St. Cryxie Abbey, he could be considered part of the first echelon. But if the enemy was a vampire count or marquis, her brother would be nothing more than a sacrificial pawn, killed in an instant.
"Quite a lot...?"
Lanchi was slightly taken aback.
Which vampire hadn't killed a lot of people?
This vampire was likely a sixth-rank viscount, and his current identity as Landry was also sixth-rank, so he was confident he could hold his own. Why was Elsa so terrified?
"A full seven digits!" Elsa added.
"Oh ho, then I've caught myself a big fish." Lanchi exclaimed in surprise as he sized up the figure before him, dressed in a black tuxedo.
He had originally thought it was just an ordinary vampire viscount, but he never expected such a kill count.
If he captured this guy and handed him over to the Church of Success, he'd only need to press a button to achieve a lifetime of meritorious service!
"I haven't killed that many people," Viscount Carmel said, his expression dark.
To be honest, this was the first time in his life that he had personally explained such a thing.
He didn't fear the so-called karmic retribution that the followers of the Goddess of Fate preached; after all, the vampire race was inherently the highest race in the world, and it was the happiness of inferior races to offer everything to them.
But the other party's unknown misunderstanding made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Criminals often refuse to admit their murders and are clueless about the number of people they've killed. It's quite normal," Lanchi replied calmly.
"Heh."
Regardless, Carmel breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that the person behind him was indeed Professor Landry.
Carmel's brain quickly went to work.
In an instant, he analyzed the cause and effect of everything—
Elsa must have seen that her brother had come, so she wanted to stall for time and scare him off by deliberately saying those words to disrupt his judgment.
Landry wasn't some evil god; how could he possibly have killed that many people? It just didn't make logical sense.
What use was it for a sixth-rank Magic Engineering Professor to have a strange and formidable aura? He, on the other hand, was an invincible vampire of the same rank!
"Since that's the case..."
Carmel suddenly spun around, intending to tear the professor's head off.
However, before his hand could reach Professor Landry, the professor lightly shifted his right foot and kicked him in the shin, causing Carmel to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
"?"
Carmel's vision spun as he crashed to the ground.
He felt like he hadn't landed a single hit on this man.
"You're like a stubborn bird, always resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement..."
But the black-haired man had already erected a magical shield to his right, taking two steps back, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes widening in slight surprise, as if he had barely managed to block that sneak attack.
"I don't care who this 'stubborn bird' is."
Carmel's forehead twitched, and in the next moment, he lunged at Professor Landry's throat with his claws raised.
That weak-looking gaze, the way he toyed with him, that condescending attitude—it all ignited a fire of rage within him.
He felt like he couldn't bear such humiliation.
A fierce battle was about to erupt in the dark alley.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion reverberated through the depths of the dark alley.
The resulting blast wave sent debris and shards of containers flying, like a sudden onslaught of a violent, black typhoon.
"..."
Ursula remained vigilant, protecting herself as she watched the intense sixth-rank battle between Professor Landry and the vampire in the dark alley.
This real-life combat situation was an invaluable learning experience.
Professor Landry was even stronger than she had imagined, and he truly had the prowess to venture into the Black Hand Party's port area.
Yet, something felt amiss.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
In terms of combat skills, there was nothing amiss.
It was quite a spectacular display.
However, from the perspective of their mental states, it felt like one side wasn't exerting their full strength, while the other was putting on a show, toying with their opponent.
"Go, Professor!"
Elsa's heart was in her throat.
If she saw Professor Landry get hurt because of her, she felt her heart would bleed.
"Meow..."
The Cat Boss in Elsa's arms was at a loss for words.
It had figured out what was going on.
Lanchi was fighting another clandestine battle, and his purpose was clear.
He wanted Elsa and Ursula to witness a back-and-forth sixth-rank battle.
As if the Goddess of Fate was favoring Professor Landry, Viscount Carmel grew increasingly flustered as the battle progressed, unable to gain the upper hand. Step by step, he was falling into a disadvantageous position.
"Professor Landry, you are indeed strong. It seems luck is on your side today."
Viscount Carmel, who was gradually losing his temper, forced himself to calm down.
The more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
Based on his initial instinct when he hadn't known the identity of the man behind him, he had subconsciously felt an immense sense of danger from this man.
Only when he confirmed that the man was the sixth-rank Professor Landry did he feel confident in his ability to win.
However, after actually engaging in combat with his opponent, victory always seemed just out of reach. Moreover, there was a strange glint of admiration in the man's eyes, as if he had discovered a treasure or the finest delicacy, which made him feel extremely uneasy!
As the saying goes, the soft fear the hard, the hard fear the twisted, the twisted fear the fearless, and the fearless fear the insane.
Even as an immortal vampire, Carmel disliked humans who appeared insane.
"Hmph, we shall meet again. Next time, you will understand true terror."
Viscount Carmel coldly harrumphed, his figure gradually turning translucent as if merging with the air.
With this mission a failure, there was no point in continuing the fight.
"Damn it!"
Ursula shouted angrily.
As a scout, she was all too familiar with this kind of underhanded stealth magic.
The fact that their opponent possessed this type of magic, which allowed them to escape when they were at a disadvantage, meant that Washington siblings would now be living in constant fear.
"Get back here!"
Lanchi reached out and grabbed Viscount Carmel, turning him from semi-transparent back into a solid form.
"?"
Carmel was bewildered.
He stared at the black-haired man's silhouette under the blood moon, who seemed like an eclipse, blocking out the crimson glow, or perhaps he himself was a black sun, completely overshadowing the radiance of the blood moon.
"I'll turn you into a gift for..."
Lanchi muttered to himself, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Professor Landry?!"
Viscount Carmel's face twisted in shock as he exclaimed in disbelief.
It was at this moment that he finally realized something.
His initial instinct had been correct.
"You... you can't be..."
You can't be Landry!
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his throat constrict, unable to produce any sound.
Viscount Carmel was a million percent certain that this man, disguised as a Sixth-Rank, was actually a Transcendent realm expert!
Otherwise, it was impossible for him to disrupt his intricate escape magic with a powerful brick attack!
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
Viscount Carmel's pupils constricted as he struggled with all his might.
At this moment, he was being choked by Professor Landry, feeling that his opponent had stopped holding back or perhaps decided that it was time to end the act. His entire body felt as though it had been stripped of control, and his struggles gradually became ineffective.
"Aren't the vampires in control of the core of the Cryxie Empire? Why would such an odd being appear in the capital of Cryxie?" he thought to himself, realizing the severity of the situation.
Even though his opponent still appeared to be a Sixth-Rank human, Viscount Carmel was certain that this guy would always be slightly stronger than him, forever just a tad bit more powerful.
He was frustrated to encounter such a black-market fighter!
Viscount Carmel's eyes burned with frenzied rage, as if telling Landry, "Just you wait, no matter who you are, once the Marquis finds out about you, you and your sister will both be dead meat!"
"Lanchi, I used a bit of serious magic in that last attack, and the spreading magical fluctuations might be sensed by powerful beings nearby," Talia said to Lanchi in their mental connection.
While she wasn't a bully, it was wishful thinking for a Sixth-Rank to try to escape from her.
However, they were in the Black Hand Party's territory, and there were over a dozen Black Hand Party corpses lying in the alley. If other powerful members of the Black Hand Party arrived, they might find themselves in new trouble.
"Don't worry, Talia. It's fine. There's a strong inhibitory barrier in this area, and the Imperial Army Command is very far away. The Sixth War God, Violette, isn't around either," Lanchi replied through their mental connection.
The closer they were to the inner area of the Black Hand Party's port, the stronger the inhibitory barrier's effect.
Since the leader of the Black Hand Party was a Seventh-Rank elemental professionist, they wouldn't be as sensitive to magic and were unlikely to notice them.
"But, Professor..." Ursula interjected from a distance, a sense of unease growing within her.
According to the usual procedure, shouldn't a formidable opponent like this have fled after delivering a threatening line? How could he possibly grab his opponent back like that, defying death itself?
"Did we win?"
Ursula nimbly jumped to a spot near the professor and watched as the vampire viscount was held by Professor Landry's right hand, his throat constricted. Despite the menacing gaze he shot at them, Ursula averted her eyes and moved to stand on the other side of the professor.
"It was quite a close call, I'd say." Lanchi replied casually, comforting Ursula.
Ursula was the bravest student he had ever met; a Third-Rank who had almost been caught in a Sixth-Rank battle but managed to maintain her calm.
"You don't look tired at all, and you're not even sweating..."
Ursula felt that this was the most fake part of the whole ordeal.
How could he come out of this fight without a scratch, his clothes immaculate, and not a drop of sweat on his brow?
It was as if he hadn't exerted himself at all.
Oh well.
Ursula sighed, no longer looking at Professor Landry with disdain.
Regardless, he had rushed to save Elsa without a moment's hesitation, and that made him a good brother in her eyes.
"Take me as your disciple!"
The Cat Boss was overjoyed and felt like he had scored a victory.
Lanchi told it that at the end of a game, if the weakest player on their team proudly proclaimed, "Take me as your disciple!" it would greatly comfort the losing team and showcase the winner's magnanimity and skill.
So from now on, the Cat Boss was in charge of shouting, "Take me as your disciple!"
"Brother..."
Elsa was still reeling from the aftermath of their narrow escape, feeling that this man, both familiar and strange, was incredibly strong. How else could he defeat a vampire with a seven-digit kill count?
And...
Looking down at the naive cat in her arms, she felt that it had probably been tricked again.
As everyone knew, when you lost and the weakest player on your team still had the audacity to shout, "Take me as your disciple!" it was the ultimate insult and a huge blow to the losing team's morale.
Oh well, the Cat Boss was strong, and its new-found skill of taunting to attract hostility wouldn't likely get it into trouble as long as it didn't provoke Eighth or Ninth-Rank beings.
(End of Chapter)
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