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Chapter 842: Migaya's Angelic Disposition
Chapter 842: Migaya's Angelic Disposition
"Leave this to me," Migaya said softly, gently pressing her daughter's shoulder. Her pitch-black eyes held a hint of tenderness, and then she turned her gaze towards the formidable enemy, the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses, with a calm demeanor.
The enemy of the Blood Clans was powerful.
But not that powerful.
"Father..."
Houbelia choked back her tears, slowly releasing the hem of Migaya's robe that she had unconsciously grabbed. Her tears flowed like a dam breaking.
She knew that Migaya was about to fight.
"Black Night Bishop Migaya, you and your half-breed daughter shall perish together," Ulysses declared.
Ulysses gave them no chance as his mana surged around him, coalescing into a spinning crescent-shaped blade that rushed towards the father and daughter.
Ulysses knew that the Black Night Bishop was a research-oriented bishop specifically recruited by the Pope of the Resurrection Church. Among the original ten bishops, he was the weakest and even less combat-oriented than Bishop Toliatos.
So there was nothing to fear.
"..."
Migaya waved her hand lightly, and a black light screen unfolded in front of her, blocking Ulysses' devastating attack.
Dark currents, like ink, swirled around Migaya, transforming into layer upon layer of defense. Within the currents, specks of starlight flickered, resembling the night sky's constellations.
This shield wasn't invincible; it visibly trembled under Ulysses' attack. However, Migaya seemed to have accurately gauged Ulysses' mana strength, using just enough magic to perfectly counter his spell without wasting any excess power.
"Ulysses, I won't speak ill of you, but that doesn't mean I'm the kind of person who would remain unmoved even when my daughter is bullied," Migaya said in a calm, emotionless tone, her gaze fixed on her own spell.
In the void before the black light screen, a rose-like vine grew slowly, preparing an elaborate and lengthy epic. The floating ruins and the boundless void began to fill with darkness, gradually being overtaken by a fairy tale-like black forest.
Above the Crimson Abyss, Migaya and Ulysses stood facing each other from a distance.
Migaya enveloped the weakened Houbelia in a gentle black mist, sending her to a safe area outside the battlefield.
At the same time, he summoned a giant toy bear made from dark magic beside his daughter.
The toy bear was pitch-black, over three meters tall, and its eyes glowed with an eerie red light. It looked both adorable and ominous with its patchwork appearance.
"It's the little bear!" Houbelia exclaimed in delight, gazing at her father's summoned creature.
This was the doll that had been with her since childhood in the Duke's mansion.
But only after she became stronger did she realize just how powerful the seemingly ordinary childhood doll truly was.
"You still have the heart to care for the baby," Ulysses said, his words cutting through the air. Blood-colored mana transformed into countless blood-red birds, covering the sky of Blood Moon City as they swooped towards Migaya and Houbelia behind him.
"There's no need to rush, we've only just begun..." Migaya said, unfazed by the intimidating attack.
"There are many puppet shows left for the invited guests of the Puppet Forest to enjoy."
With a single hand gesture, a dark purple crescent-shaped mana blade appeared above the black forest, slicing through the flock of birds.
Boom!
The birds collided with the moon shadow, creating a thunderous explosion not far above the Abyssal Palace.
In the next instant, both the birds and the moon shadow vanished, disintegrating into specks of blood that dissipated in the air.
A hint of doubt flashed in Ulysses' eyes.
It wasn't an illusion; Migaya's magic was still the same as before, not any stronger, but just strong enough to perfectly counteract his spells.
"The essence of summoned creatures lies in their strength. Can your sloppy magic create creatures that surpass mine?" Ulysses asked, stomping his right foot. A blood-colored magic array suddenly spread across the ground, emitting a pungent scent of fresh blood.
One by one, blood-colored demons with humanoid silhouettes rose from the array, forming an army of summoned creatures solidified from blood.
Some of these blood puppets had humanoid features with sharp fangs and claws, while others were beast-like with deformed limbs and bone spurs.
"These are demons I've defeated in the past. They're quite impressive, just like your ugly wife—all of them are demonic beings," Ulysses boasted, controlling the blood-colored specters. Their eye sockets glowed with a terrifying red light as they advanced towards Migaya and Houbelia, who stood far behind him, intending to devour them alive.
Migaya remained unmoved by this display, her expression unchanging.
"What a shallow Blood Clan ancestor," Ulysses sneered, spreading his fingers. A black glow gradually gathered in his palm, and then it shot into the sky, transforming into countless arrows of darkness that merged with the trees in the forest.
"Puppet Forest, reveal yourself," Migaya commanded.
In response, all the trees in the forest transformed into wild bears and tree demons. The once serene black fairy tale forest instantly became a bizarre forest of puppets.
These puppets clashed with Ulysses' summoned creatures.
"Just how many dark magic spells do you know?" Ulysses muttered, counting carefully. As he observed these creatures empowered by the Primordial Slate of Darkness, his unease grew.
Migaya appeared to only know dark magic, but in reality, he had stolen various magic spells and transformed them into his own unique dark magic. Ulysses had never imagined that someone could utilize the Primordial Slate to such an extent.
In this brief encounter, Ulysses had already witnessed traces of several other human magic spells within Migaya's repertoire.
"You're no match for me."
Duke Migaya controlled his summoned beast army, countering Ulysses' blood paintings in a fierce battle.
"Impossible! You're inferior to me in every way, and you can't defeat an all-around powerhouse like me."
Ulysses clenched his fist to his chest, reluctant to admit that while he was certain Duke Migaya was weaker than him overall, the current fight was evenly matched, but he felt himself struggling while Duke Migaya seemed at ease.
"All-around?"
Duke Migaya, for once, let out a faint chuckle at Ulysses' words.
"Every time people call me an all-around powerhouse, I feel ashamed because they've never had the chance to spar with a truly all-around powerful opponent. Their style is like a puzzle with no hope of victory. No matter how strong you are, you can't break through their technical prowess."
Ulysses shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, as if remembering the great Archpriest, his close friend from Ekkrite Academy.
This was why the Archpriest always seemed to struggle in battles but ultimately emerged victorious.
"Stop being so mysterious. If I'm not an all-around powerhouse, then you're even less so!"
Ulysses didn't understand what Duke Migaya was talking about, nor did he know who the Duke was referring to as the true powerhouse.
He only grasped the implied meaning of Duke Migaya's words—that he was being compared to a weakling!
"Of course, I'm weak. I usually just focus on research."
Duke Migaya, while controlling his summoned creatures, weaved thorn vines, creating a massive birdcage that trapped Ulysses' summoned creatures one by one.
As if to showcase his affection for his prey, Duke Migaya put on a display.
"The more flashy and fancy a spell is, the less useful it becomes. I'll see what you'll do when you run out of spells."
Ulysses was already annoyed by Duke Migaya's peculiar new magic.
However, he couldn't discern the origins or effects of Duke Migaya's self-created spells until he witnessed them firsthand.
"Then should I kneel and beg for mercy?"
Duke Migaya asked with a playful smile.
After the exhibition, the birdcage contracted towards the center, but the trapped blood clan summons didn't disappear. Instead, they entangled with the thorns, becoming Duke Migaya's new puppet summons.
Ulysses watched this scene, his face turning pale.
His opponent's calm and collected words made his blood pressure fluctuate.
...
At the western assault camp, Abigail hugged the Cat Boss and breathed a sigh of relief.
She observed the steadily improving situation through the light screen projected by her mechanical assistant.
Ever since Duke Migaya escaped his predicament and joined forces with Houbelia, their fortunes had officially turned around.
"Duke Migaya has a surprisingly good temper; he doesn't get angry even when mocked by his opponents."
Abigail shifted her gaze to other battlefields.
"Don't you think his personality is also quite unpleasant, meow?"
The Cat Boss's words were based on experience and intuition.
If it hadn't met Ran Chi before, it would have thought Duke Migaya was a dignified and gentle person with no ill intentions.
In reality, Duke Migaya's attitude was already affecting Ulysses' mindset.
"Why do you say 'also'?"
Abigail caught the implied meaning in the Cat Boss's words.
However, she didn't press further.
It seemed like the Ran Chi family was always busy with missions.
"I just feel that if a woman used his spells, it wouldn't feel out of place at all."
Abigail commented, focusing on the communication link before her.
After witnessing Duke Migaya's abilities, she couldn't shake the image of the Duke as a witch delving into dark magic.
...
At the northwestern Soul Palace.
Ifatia clenched her teeth, summoning a curse mana that shook the ground and turned the entire Soul Palace into a dark black hue.
Deep cracks spread like spider webs, and the earth groaned in agony.
Black curse flames engulfed the ground and danced wildly in the air, scorching the 9th Ancestor, Bernhard Marquis.
However, no matter how cursed Bernhard Marquis was, his overwhelming regenerative ability allowed him to recover instantly.
The flames' tongues, like the claws of evil spirits, tore at the deformed corpses in the Soul Palace, filling the air with the stench of charred flesh.
"You've managed to last this long."
The 9th Ancestor, Bernhard Marquis, with his body covered in eyeballs, slowly moved within the black flames, each eye emitting a chilling light that made Ifatia's fear.
Those eyes greedily stared at the black flames, absorbing their power.
Gradually, the black flames weakened, their once fierce intensity fading as if life had been drained from them. The flames dimmed and were consumed by the eyeballs.
"Too naive, the demon girl."
Bernhard Marquis's deep, hoarse voice echoed in the hall after his transformation.
"You think your half-baked abnormal state can harm me?"
Before he finished speaking, purple corrosive gas erupted from his body, colliding with the remaining black flames and instantly dispersing them.
The poison fog pierced through the remnants of the flames and rushed towards Ifatia.
The fog carried an evil curse that sent chills down Ifatia's spine.
She quickly erected a black barrier shield using dark magic to protect herself.
However, when the purple fog hit the shield, the force nearly knocked her over.
Ifatia shifted her feet on the ground, enduring the heavy blow, but pain shot through her body, and the shield cracked, eventually shattering.
Bernhard Marquis took heavy steps, causing the ground to tremble, and the Soul Palace shook incessantly.
Ifatia retreated, only to find herself backed against the cold stone wall.
Her mana rapidly depleted, and her wounds, under the curse, refused to heal, slowing her movements as if burdened by a thousand pounds.
Fear began to envelop her heart.
She knew she couldn't win, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on.
"Don't be afraid, never be afraid," Ifatia shouted within her heart, her sweat soaking through her medium-length hair and clothes.
"Ifatia, just hold your ground here, Houbelia is safe now," came Abigail's voice, reaching her first.
"Really?!" Ifatia's eyes lit up.
As the Marquis charged again, she suddenly squatted, swiftly moving past the Marquis's side, and accurately cast a spell to create a pair of ice shackles that locked around the Marquis's legs.
Before her feet touched the ground, Ifatia had already thrown another pair of ice crystal shackles towards Bernhard Marquis, then she took off running, her legs moving like a crawling dog.
The shackles traced an arc in the air, accompanied by a crisp "click," firmly locking the Marquis's wrists.
After hearing the news of the eased situation, she no longer desperately sought a breakthrough in the battle. She couldn't win, so she decided to play it safe.
Although it might look ugly, all she needed to do was stall.
"Are you really the Princess of the Demonic Beings?" Bernhard Marquis roared in anger.
He waved his locked arm, trying to break free from the shackles, but the ice seal temporarily restricted his movements.
"Only the Princess of the Demonic Beings who survives is a good princess! I'm not ashamed to be a refugee!" Ifatia taunted as she ran, using her fingers to pull her eyelids open.
The Princess of the Demonic Beings must master two skills: one is to live off others, and the other is to run away!
Ifatia wanted to write this into her family's motto.
Gradually, she also sensed that faint, familiar mana from the south, the mana she had longed for but couldn't reach.
"Migaya, you're back!" Ifatia's joyful face carried a hint of sadness, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as she desperately fled through the Soul Palace.
She could see her handsome husband again, and she could embrace her beautiful husband again.
Warmth and joy were about to overflow from her face, but Ifatia quickly tightened her relaxed cheeks. She was still in battle and couldn't afford to slip up.
It seemed that making a wish to her brother could make it come true.
Wait a minute.
Was Migaya Lan Chi's father-in-law or sister-in-law?
She felt like the family hierarchy had become even more chaotic.
After careful consideration, Ifatia realized that the root cause of the confusion was her sister Talia.
If her sister could call her 'Mom,' all the problems would be solved.
But that seemed a bit too rebellious.
Forget it, she'd deal with Bernhard Marquis in the Soul Palace first.
...
Eastern Frost Temple.
Countless phantoms of Heritiera Marquis appeared around Sigrid, each one causing the stars of the Frost Labyrinth to shine.
Sigrid completely ignored Heritiera Marquis's attacks, raising her fists and slamming them into the ground.
The ground trembled, the ice cracked, and the already shaky Frost Temple suffered another heavy blow.
Ice pillars fell, crashing onto the ground and sending ice shards flying.
Heritiera Marquis's phantoms shattered, forcing her to reveal herself. Her face was pale, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
She hadn't expected Sigrid to start ignoring her attacks and dismantling the Frost Temple, while her own attacks posed almost no threat to Sigrid.
"Madwoman, stop! This isn't something you can dismantle!" Heritiera Marquis shouted angrily, but a hint of fear rose within her.
Sigrid not only had terrifying life recovery, but she also seemed to have a short-cooldown high-value healing that could make her younger while instantly restoring her life state.
Although Sigrid hadn't needed to use this spell earlier, she deliberately showed it to Heritiera Marquis, mocking her and telling her that all her attacks were ineffective.
All Heritiera Marquis could do was continuously use spells to repel Sigrid and hinder her destruction of the Frost Temple.
However, this time, Sigrid seemed to have seized the perfect opportunity. She rushed towards Heritiera Marquis, her fists carrying the weight of mountains. Heritiera Marquis quickly activated the Star Chart, and several streams of starlight intersected to form a shield, blocking her front.
Sigrid's fists slammed into the star shield, shattering it into stardust, but it bought Heritiera Marquis precious time.
She hadn't expected Sigrid to still randomly attack her.
She quickly dodged, pointing her staff at Sigrid, and starlight gathered again, forming a repulsion field that pushed Sigrid back.
Sigrid didn't dodge or evade, allowing the star blade's force field to carve wounds on her body.
Blood splattered, but she seemed unaware, her eyes filled with silver light, and her fists carried the power of destruction, aiming to bury Heritiera Marquis forever beneath the ruins.
"You've revealed your weakness," Sigrid said, her silver eyes at their brightest. Heritiera Marquis's figure was too fast to see, and this time, she had grabbed Heritiera Marquis's true entity.
Heritiera was shocked and about to escape through dematerialization, but Sigrid took the initiative and delivered a powerful punch to her chest!
Boom!
Heritiera flew like a broken kite and slammed into the ice wall, emitting a dull thud.
Her body slid down, collapsing helplessly on the ground, and blood gushed uncontrollably from her mouth.
Just one full-force punch from Sigrid was enough to shatter Heritiera's internal organs.
Sigrid slowly approached Heritiera, her silver light still burning.
"It's over."
Sigrid lifted her foot and stomped heavily on Heritiera's chest, causing Heritiera to spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Losing to a cruel barbarian like you is truly a disgrace..."
Heritiera struggled to lift her head, her face obscured by blood, making her expression unreadable.
"Do you really think I, as a Cardinal Bishop, am something good?"
Sigrid let out a cold huff and stomped her foot.
Crack! The sound of Heritiera's bones shattering echoed through the Frost Temple, almost announcing the end of this fierce battle.
"Abigail, I've succeeded on my end."
Sigrid raised her hand to catch the mechanical messenger that landed on her finger and spoke to Abigail.
"Excellent, Miss Sigrid, please go to the Annihilation Palace to assist Antonas and the others. While you're there, capture the Eighth Ancestor, Marquis Somerset, as well!"
Abigail's enthusiastic voice came through.
"No problem."
Sigrid retracted her foot and lifted the half-dead Heritiera Marquis, transforming into a silver comet that headed westward towards the horizon.
...
Blood King Palace Square.
"Lan Chi, the Frost Temple is done. Rahal's immunity will be lifted soon, and you can attack him," Abigail shared the latest battle situation with Lan Chi.
The breakthrough of any palace guarded by a marquis meant that the Blood Moon City's protective barrier on Rahal would be temporarily ineffective, allowing them to harm Rahal!
"Good."
Lan Chi received the communication.
As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and an endless void began to swirl and condense in his hand, like the birth of the universe. In an instant, the blinding radiance of the midday sun filled the entire Blood King Palace Square, transforming the dark night into a pure white world of light! The intense light seemed to shatter the glass, causing the rose windows of the Blood King Palace to burst open, and even the castle was enveloped in a layer of rainbow-hued mist.
When the sun released its blinding radiance above the Blood Moon City Square, the entire city was bathed in its glow.
Even from several kilometers away, at the Annihilation Palace, Frost Temple, Soul Palace, Glacial Stagnation Palace, and Fade Temple, they could sense the faint light of the sun.
South of Blood Moon City.
The battle between the Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, and Migaya in the Crimson Abyss above the Black Forest also paused due to the sudden burst of light.
Marquis Ulysses gazed at the radiant light, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty, gradually giving way to fear.
Although the distance was too great for the light to pose a threat to him, he could sense something.
Within that light was a power he was familiar with!
And it was this power that had sealed him in the Demon King's Palace's throne hall, out of nowhere, back then.
"No, it's impossible! Why is he back? How can he be in this era?!"
For Ulysses, this incomprehensible situation was almost like losing control.
Lanclos should have died tens of thousands of years ago.
How could he emit a similar radiance at this very moment?
"Do you need me to use dark magic to block the sunlight for you?"
Migaya offered, seeing Ulysses' uncertain expression, and hesitated slightly before asking.
This gentle gesture caused Ulysses to stiffen and turn away.
"What did you say?"
At this moment, Ulysses felt there were too many things he couldn't understand.
His eyebrows twisted, and his lips began to tremble. After a moment of silence, his emotions erupted uncontrollably.
"Do you vampires really expect me to use dark magic to protect you?"
Migaya opened her arms like a mother, expressing her willingness to care for the vampires.
"Did you go through all this trouble to fight me just to humiliate me?"
Ulysses clutched his chest, feeling the sweetness of anger rising in his throat as he asked.
After fighting for so long, he couldn't keep up the charade any longer. Migaya's display of strength wasn't an act; he genuinely didn't feel pressured when facing her.
"Haha, I don't feel like it's been a hassle at all."
Migaya finally burst into laughter, as if she couldn't bear to continue pitying Ulysses.
"Migaya..."
This voice made Ulysses feel like his insides were tearing apart.
"Migaya!!!"
Ulysses rushed forward in a frenzy, wanting to question this damned Cardinal Bishop.
(End of Chapter)
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