Chapter 1315 - 628: Soft Rice Hard Eating: Given the Situation, Let’s Eat First_3

Standing at the edge is the lower order vassal [Ghoul Lord] Hannibal, naturally inferior in rank before other Night Demons, and without the privilege to criticize a Night Demon Duke.

In the middle was [Iron-blood Knight] Ganggro, with a head full of withered white hair and donning heavy, blood-colored armor, his face weathered, exuding a strong scent of iron rust, which was actually the stench of dried blood.

At a glance, it was evident that he was a butcher skilled at killing.

The last one, [Corrosive Blood Holy Scar] Mikavian, appeared like a melancholic, dark-haired prince.

But except for his face, his entire exposed skin was covered with black tattoos, which upon a glance, brought waves of wails to one’s ears.

[Iron-blood Knight] Ganggro braced himself with a serrated decapitation sword in hand, with surprise on his face:

"In just a few decades of absence, has Vlad III progressed so much?

Merely just over two hundred years old, and he’s been able to battle a Saint blessed personally by the Mother Goddess for so long. Is he perhaps a rare prodigy among the clan?"

[Corrosive Blood Holy Scar] Mikavian’s eyes showed some gloom, yet he did not respond, secretly wondering:

"The absolute power remains roughly the same, but his application technique is extremely exquisite.

I originally planned to swoop in after he suffered a setback, now I need to reassess the gains and losses of intervening.

If I provoke this kid, I might not be able to withstand him."

Soon, the battle by the seaside reached a stalemate.

The wounds on Byron inflicted by Joan of Arc were immediately healed by [Blood Tax].

In contrast, Joan of Arc, lacking the assisting guardsmen from the Glory Ladder Sequence, was consuming more and more energy, subconsciously activating the crimson spirit light granted by Lilith.

Byron immediately sensed the change in his opponent.

The pure, immaculate holy light was faintly tinged with crimson, and her human nature seemed to undergo a slight shift.

"Tsk, tsk, I see now, no wonder Lilith dared to throw the all-important Joan of Arc directly into the Night Demon’s lair without fear, this was the plan all along."

The only place the Old Gods found hard to reach was the ’self’ in people’s hearts.

Lilith’s control over Joan of Arc was far weaker than other followers.

Previously, Lilith only used forbidden knowledge to control her ’beastly side’, turning her into her follower, but Joan of Arc’s [Rudder] was still in her own hands.

But once she begins to mobilize the power of the Blood Angel, it means an eternal fall is initiated.

The more she mobilizes, the greater the shift in human nature, ultimately falling to become a ’Blood Angel’, a complete incarnation of Lilith.

Let alone the courtship of others, even if she was to strip naked as the ’protagonist’ of a noble masquerade ball, she wouldn’t be able to resist.

Byron’s knowledge far surpasses that of Joan of Arc, a wild child who passed away at 19, seeing through it all:

"Regardless of whether it’s Joan of Arc or these Night Demons on the island, they have always been Lilith’s tools from the start, one a knife, the other a whetstone.

In my Divine Kingdom, I’ve cultivated hundreds of [Storm Angels] practicing the Gospel of Heaven, none understands the kin better than me.

As long as Lilith desires, she can see through the thoughts of the Night Demon Clan as clear as day.

Even able to subtly influence them, making a Night Demon think the thoughts springing up in their mind are their own true ideas.

Thus, this play of deliberate courtship that incites Joan of Arc’s disgust is likely orchestrated by Lilith.

Vlad III might not be free from the influence of the [Mother of Creation].

If there’s no one from outside to lend a hand in such a situation, Joan of Arc might eventually share the fate of Lancelot."

Byron felt a kindred sorrow for the fates of these two active knowledge entities in the Silver Continent:

"Due to the immense influence historical figures’ great accomplishments have on the world.

The knowledge that arises from this naturally possesses some unique affinity and rank, fulfilling certain extremely rigorous ritual requirements.

In some cases, they are the perfect tool.

[Lake Light Knight] Lancelot was stripped of the [Sword of Devouring Royal Iron] by the Wolf God, going to backstab his Divine King.

[Saint] Joan of Arc also became a tool for Lilith, preparing to rob the creator of home advantage.

No one knows among the famous active knowledge born over more than a millennium, how many have fallen into the Old Gods’ hands, becoming expendable unlucky ghosts..."

As this thought emerged, Byron inexplicably sneezed, as if someone was talking about him.

The distracting thoughts faded as quickly as they came, thinking his current appearance was already bright enough, insisting further might be too flamboyant.

In his hand, the thin crimson sword was lifted gracefully, as light as if it was heavy, striking against the long spear trident and Red Lotus Holy Sword to borrow their force, fluttering backward, returning to the original point.

Relieved from much of the [Thorny Execution], he flashed a "charming" smile at Joan of Arc:

"Miss Jeanne truly befits a follower of the Mother Goddess, I admit defeat."

Everyone could see that "Thorny Duke Vlad III" indeed fell at a disadvantage, but this elegance, this fashionable demeanor, was almost as good as winning.

The many female Night Demons witnessing this, succubi naturally being a group of hedonists, mostly blushed at this moment, subconsciously squeezing their thighs together.

Joan of Arc hadn’t realized the anomaly within herself yet, but she knew continuing to fight would make it hard to kill Vlad III, giving him a deep look then sheathed her sword without expression, turning to leave.