Chapter 291: STOP SHOUTING IN MY EARS!

The werewolves gave Lucian some difficulty, since unlike the vampires and humans, they possessed exceptionally high physical defences—muscles that were tense and naturally reinforced to withstand attacks that would normally be fatal.

Though… after raising his sword mastery, Lucian found it much easier to cut through them, both his blades cleaving through them with considerably less resistance than before.

“Ju-Just what kind of genius is he…?”

A werewolf muttered, his tone filled with genuine disbelief.

Up until now, despite their various attacks, this man was adapting to them… not just to their individual fighting styles, but also to their teamwork.

And it wasn’t just his swordsmanship, but also his agility and the way he slipped past them, with them barely knowing… Even his reactions were becoming sharper, his movements more precise, and his ability to predict their attacks was improving at an alarming rate.

By now, he wasn’t even getting as many injuries as he had been a couple of minutes before.

The rate at which he was growing…

It was simply monstrous!

“Haha… got scared, fuckers?! Are you going to run with your tails tucked between your legs?!”

Lucian’s mocking laughter rang across the battlefield, and his words immediately made the werewolves’ expressions darken—especially with him literally calling them cowards…!

Several furious roars, along with a couple of howls, rang out as they rushed towards Lucian from different directions.

Their claws and weapons flashed through the air, repeatedly aiming for his neck and other vital points. They wanted… frustratingly wanted to tear his head from his shoulders and make certain that he would never get back up again.

Meanwhile, the internal battle ongoing between the vampires and the Church members had grown increasingly chaotic—with the two sides steadily decreasing the number of combatants.

And with Lucian occupying the werewolves, the battlefield had become a complete mess.

“You fucking bastard!!!”

A loud scream suddenly erupted from behind Lucian, and before he could turn around, a sharp blade tore through the air, leaving a gash across his back.

Turning around, he looked at Silas, whose face and skin had almost healed from the burns he had suffered earlier… though, judging by his expression, he seemed to be in excruciating pain.

Not only that, but the humiliation he had suffered earlier had only made Silas more furious. He tightened his grip on the weapon he had picked up from one of the corpses.

Lucian stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a faint sigh.

“I’m already too overwhelmed, so I’d appreciate it if you… stopped moving entirely.”

His crimson eyes glowed faintly, and the air around him seemed to thicken ever so slightly. The instant those words entered his ears—

Silas’s body stiffened.

His raised weapon stopped mid-air, and the muscles throughout his body went frighteningly rigid.

“W-Wha—How are you doi—!”

Lucian’s face twisted with irritation.

“Keep mum as well… will you?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Silas’s eyes dimmed slightly, and his lips snapped shut involuntarily—he lost both his ability to move and speak!

“Ugh…!” Lucian staggered a step back.

‘My head…!!’

He raised his bloodied hand to his throbbing head, dragging his crimson hair back while his fingers dug into his skull.

A vein throbbed faintly against his temple, caused by the constant use of Charm.

Even though his ability wasn’t working at its peak—as evident from how Silas was still self-conscious—forcing an A Rank vampire like him to remain completely immobile required considerable mental strength.

And the force resisting his ability was taking an even greater toll on him… causing a migraine.

“You’re wide open!”

A furious roar rang out beside his ears.

Lucian twisted the sword in his hand, its blade meeting the monstrous claw-armed punch head-on.

Lucian’s expression darkened.

“STOP SHOUTING IN MY EARS! DID YOUR FAMILY NOT TEACH YOU ANY MANNERS?!!!”

His scream echoed throughout the area, his face distorted in anger as the temperature around him rose sharply.

The werewolf’s face twisted in anger.

This fucker was even louder than all of them, and he was telling them about manners?!

‘Fucking Scarlett!’

Initially, none of them had genuinely believed that Lucian belonged to the Scarlett Family, as there were rarely any of them around, and the ones most closely related to the Scarletts were the remaining vampires from a few branch families.

But now…

Just hearing the atrocious words and the absurd reactions in the middle of battle, combined with his talent and the sheer intensity of his flames, it was becoming increasingly clear…

He was one of them.

One of the members of the family belonging to the Crimson Terror.

The werewolf’s eyes twitched violently at Lucian’s words, but instead of directly attacking once again, he suddenly grabbed Lucian’s sword with his other hand and redirected it downward, aiming to land a strike.

But before he could even complete the movement—

The sword disappeared from Lucian’s hand.

And in the next instant—

“Learn some manners in your next life.”

Lucian’s voice reached his ears, and before he could even process those words—

“Gaaaggh—!!!”

The werewolf’s face contorted into an expression of pure horror and unbelievable pain as Lucian slammed his foot… directly into the werewolf’s precious jewels.

His entire body jerked, and his mouth opened so wide that the scream escaping from it nearly drowned out the surrounding battle.

The werewolves surrounding them, along with the vampires and Church members—mostly men—nearly froze, their expressions becoming strangely similar as they watched in disbelief.

Even Silas’s lips parted in horror.

And before anyone could react further, flames suddenly erupted from Lucian’s hand, spreading with frightening speed before completely engulfing him.

“AAAHHH—!!!”

The werewolf began thrashing wildly, his arms swinging towards Lucian in a desperate attempt to strike him, but the vampire simply backed away, avoiding the flailing claws without much difficulty.

The flames continued to consume the werewolf’s body, and with a casual wave of his hand—

BOOM!

The flames exploded around the werewolf’s body.

“…”

“…”

He was dead.

His fellow werewolves looked at the burnt—or rather, still-burning—body lying before them, their attention slowly shifting towards the red-haired man standing a short distance away—who was holding his head again in pain.

“You… pathetic… disgusting leech… don’t you have any ounce of—”

He suddenly paused, and every pair of eyes widened, their heads snapping towards something beyond Lucian as the expressions on their faces changed almost instantly.

Without saying another word, all of them moved at once, vanishing far away from Lucian.

Lucian’s brows drew together, and he faintly tilted his head in confusion.

“What ha—”

[Move!]