Chapter 290: From the deepest pits of hell

He had one palm raised, above which a golden spear floated, formed from the holy energy radiating around it.

The man’s gaze remained fixed on Lucian, his surprise quickly disappearing into an expression of unmistakable hostility.

“You’re causing too much trouble in our work, leech.”

Lucian’s lips twitched slightly as he felt a strange energy radiating from the golden spear, something that made his instincts warn him that touching the weapon might not be the wisest decision.

‘It’s still fin—’

“Just how many of our kin did you kill, parasite?”

A massive-looking man muttered, his deep voice resounding throughout the area as he stood among the werewolves, his enormous frame towering over the others. A couple of similarly built men stood behind him, although they were comparatively shorter.

Their gazes remained fixed on Lucian, and their expressions were filled with undisguised hostility.

“Uh-oh.”

A wide smile appeared on Lucian’s face.

“I’m fucked, right…?”

[Very~]

Akasha’s cheerful voice immediately followed.

Meanwhile, the vampires surrounding him couldn’t help but shiver faintly as they saw that look on his face.

The Church member’s lips twisted into a faint sneer, and the man holding the manifested spear above his palm… he shook his head slightly.

Then, without wasting another second, he hurled the golden spear toward Lucian. The weapon shot through the air, its radiant light illuminating the surroundings as it raced toward the young vampire, ending his lif—

“But that just makes it much more FUN!!!”

Lucian suddenly shot forward, straight toward the incoming spear, and the instant he stood directly in front of it—

“If you want to kill me—”

He grabbed the glowing spear with his bare hand, and despite his fingers sizzling, he didn’t let go.

Using the weapon’s momentum, Lucian twisted his body before—

WHOOOSH!

Turning its trajectory by an entire 180 degrees.

“—Be prepared to die first!”

The robed man’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the spear heading straight in their direction, but rather than shooting toward his group—

It was flying straight towards the vampires standing beside him.

“AHHH—!!”

“FUUKK—!!!!”

The golden spear exploded, and the tremendous burst of holy energy engulfed the surrounding area, sending flames and debris scattering in every direction.

Several vampires got caught directly in the blast, dying instantly as their bodies were torn apart by the holy energy.

And even the ones who survived… they couldn’t regenerate their injuries.

Lucian’s body flickered, and before the survivors could recover from the explosion, he had already appeared directly among them.

His blade swept through the air, and the few vampires barely had time to turn their heads before the weapon sliced through their necks, killing them on the spot.

Their bodies collapsed.

Lucian’s crimson eyes glimmered as he continued moving, his sword cutting through anyone who stood in his way.

The holy users and the werewolves immediately reacted, chasing after him, their different kinds of attacks descending upon him.

The entire battlefield erupted into chaos, yet despite the overwhelming number of attacks directed at him, Lucian continued fighting.

And no matter what kind of attacks came his way, even when the holy energy burned through his body, leaving behind injuries that would have crippled an ordinary vampire… his regeneration continued working at an almost absurd rate.

It was slower when the holy energy was involved, but to the attackers… it didn’t even feel any different.

“H-How is he healing that fast?!”

“He’s burning under the holy energy, and yet he’s healing unnaturally fast!”

“We must kill him before the Crimson Terror arrives!”

The place exploded with multiple attacks—physical attacks by the werewolves, who used their overwhelming strength to strike him down, with some wielding weapons while others relied entirely on their monstrous bodies.

The vampires attacked from different angles, their blades flashing as they attempted to overwhelm him through sheer numbers.

Meanwhile, the Church members continued unleashing their holy affinities, sending golden projectiles, covering him with radiant bindings, and sending waves of holy energy across the ground, burning anything that wasn’t considered pure.

It was a chaotic mess, and although the holy attacks were particularly effective against Lucian, they also struck the vampires fighting alongside him.

“Holy Shit! What are you doing?!” Lucian exclaimed, staring at one of the Church members in disbelief.

His gaze then dropped towards the ground, where a vampire lay—his body torn apart by the energy unleashed by the Church members, his eyes completely lifeless.

Lucian stared at the corpse for a moment before slowly lifting his head towards the robed man responsible.

“Killing one of your own teammates just because he’s from another race?!”

Lucian’s expression shifted into genuine horror, as if he couldn’t comprehend the sheer cruelty of the act.

The surrounding vampires immediately turned their attention towards the Church member, who took a step backwards as he felt the murderous intent directed towards him.

“You’re wrong! You’re the one who put that leec—”

“He’s still a leech to you, then wouldn’t he be better off dead? Is that what you’re talking…?”

The atmosphere around them suddenly grew even tenser, and before any of them could try to settle things—

One of the vampires shot towards the man, his dagger flickering as it travelled directly towards the man’s throat, and before they could even react… he died.

Blood sprayed through the air.

And that… was enough to make both the Church and the vampires fight against each other.

The battle now turned into a fight between the vampires and the Church members, each of them trying to kill the other… and also forgetting the person they were supposed to kill in the first place.

“Now they’re fighting amongst themselves? Just how cruel can these bastards be?”

Lucian shook his head before slowly turning his head towards the werewolves.

The remaining werewolves gradually retreated a few steps, almost unconsciously, as they saw his bloodied face, his crimson eyes glowing with an eerie light, and that smile… filled with madness.

“Unbelievable, right…?”

They understood what he had done.

Lucian had deliberately provoked the Church members and the vampires, using their own prejudice to turn them against each other.

Well… it was too obvious anyway, and yet, despite that, those bastards had fallen for the words of the one person they were supposed to kill.

“You monster…”

And mainly… how was this fucker still standing?!

They had attacked him so many times that, no matter what kind of regeneration he had, it should’ve left him exhausted to the point that he couldn’t even move… and yet…

“Just where did you come from…?”

Lucian’s grin widened.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack, and flames erupted around his legs as he shot directly towards them, straight towards the largest-looking werewolf standing at the front.

And in the next instant—

“From the deepest pits of hell.”

BOOOM!