Soul Trigger

Chapter 665 Professional Vampire (Part Two)
Ji Li's situation requires expelling excess spiritual energy, while she needs to resolve her vampiric urges. Otherwise, even if Ji Li doesn't ultimately corrupt into a monster, she will be devoured by the vampiric urges and turn into one herself. This is the only solution right now.
Absorbing the malevolent spiritual energy within Ji Li's body can save both him and herself.

The reason why the absorption of human spirits is so different is that Angelica absorbs not only blood, but also spiritual essence. What she absorbs should actually be called "spiritual blood".

Therefore, she can control a certain degree of the soul healing technique [bloodletting therapy], and naturally she can also save Pulitzer by absorbing his essence.

As for the other side effects of absorbing human spirits, there's no time to consider them now; it's a last resort.

As all her predatory teeth grew out, Angelica embraced Ji Li and slowly approached, gently pressing her jaws against his neck.

At this moment, Ji Li was completely bewildered.

That being said, is this the solution you came up with???

Clementine, control her...

But suddenly feeling an unusual touch, Ji Li's muscles stiffened abruptly—

Clementine, no need.

As the silver strands of hair swept past, a silky smooth sensation emanated from the luminous, moon-white body:

You should leave with your belongings.

Clementine, who was heading towards the island, was completely bewildered.

After an unknown amount of time, Aquile groggily opened her eyes.

She felt like a dried-up well, or a salted fish that had been dried out in the sun. She lay on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

My hand... seems to have returned.

But it's so noisy... What's that sound? And it's so loud...

骚？
She managed to turn her head, and through her blurry vision, she saw the two people embracing, as if struck by lightning:
I...I must still be dreaming...Yes, I'm dreaming...

Ms. Laurent and Pulitzer? On the beach?! Why am I having such a strange dream?!

Her head tilted to the side, and she fell over again.

At this moment, Angelica was holding Ji Li tightly, her huge bat wings enveloping the two of them and barely obscuring some of the view.

Her eyes were bloodshot, almost completely consumed by the urge to drink blood. Ji Li's spiritual blood had driven her to madness, with only a sliver of reason barely keeping her from becoming too obsessed with the taste of blood, lest she drain him dry.

Therefore, she could only force herself to distract herself, letting the last bit of rationality lead her to the primal urges induced by drinking human blood, and do her best to fully enjoy and become completely addicted to it.

That single thought kept her from thinking about Aquile beside her, or about the passage of time; it was only used to fuel her bloodlust, so she didn't know how much time had actually passed.

Just as her last shred of reason was about to be completely overtaken by another impulse, a voice suddenly startled her awake:
"Ms. Laurent...?"

She snapped back to reality, the lingering look on her face, and gently covered her mouth and nose:

Pulitzer...how are you feeling?

"...Which feeling are you referring to?" Ji Li almost couldn't hold back.

"I mean your soul..."

Ji Li leaned close to her ear:

"...I feel great. But I don't seem to know what I'm doing."

"It's complicated to explain... I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it, but please rest assured, I'm clean."

Are you actually concerned about my worries about this?
"So...should we end this now?"

Angelica paused, opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Angelica was almost in shock as she felt the abundant spiritual blood surging through her body.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again:

Do you feel anemic right now?

"No, I think I'm doing alright right now?"

Angelica finally breathed a sigh of relief, a charming smile spreading across her face:

"It seems my plan worked..."

"Then why don't we go find them and meet up first..."

Her enormous bat wings wrapped around Ji Li's lower back:
"No need, let's finish this round. Let's make this the last round..."

……

Logically speaking, even if Ji Li, controlling the Death Knight, wanted to disguise his strength as that of a peak ruler, he should have ended the fight long ago, given his combat skills, against Sika and a suit of armor.

But now, the battle on the island's beach was really distracting him, and he missed several times with his scythe.

Watching the dead apostle dodge his attack once again, only having half its body severed and regrown, Ji Li couldn't help but admire Angelica's professionalism as a vampire:
The suction power is really strong.

Watching Sika and the Torture Armor darting about in the storm of crows, Ji Li sighed. The next moment, a massive scythe ripped through the misty sky with a thunderous roar.

In Sika's trembling pupils, a dark purple blade ripped through the swirling air, and a flock of crows, accompanied by ferocious screech, instantly pierced the body of the muscle-bound assassin, hooking sharply—

The Dead Apostle screamed madly as he was dragged on the ground by Sir Deathscream, who rode on top of Nightmare, tearing the earth apart like a rocket kicking up dust.

Staring blankly at the vast ditch stretching to the horizon and the fallen trees, Sika swallowed hard.

"This guy...was he just messing around the whole time?!"

Then I realized:

Oh no! They haven't delivered the fatal blow yet; are they stalling for time? And what about the captain...?

Sika then remembered to call Angelica, but found that his communication device had been destroyed. He could only rush towards the figure beside the ditch:
"Hey! Wait a moment!"

The Torture Armor seemed to still be carrying out orders, but it couldn't catch up with the Dead Apostle who had been violently dragged away by the Death Knight, so it could only prepare to kill the gravedigger on the ground.

Sika pushed aside the torture armor, but stumbled, muttering "idiot" under her breath, and quickly squatted down next to the gravedigger whose fate was unknown.

After carefully checking and confirming that the other person was alive, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"...At least the gravedigger survived. Was it the Death Knight's negligence? No, how could a knight at the peak of the Overlord level make such a mistake? Was his target that Dead Apostle? Was he after the Dead Apostle?"

There's no time to worry about anything else, we have to save them...

Snapped!
The gravedigger gasped for air like a broken bellows, his hand gripping Sika's wrist tightly.
"...Password...Password..."

Sika pulled out a red bottle of liquor and forced the other person to drink it down their throat, while simultaneously adjusting the ethanol's spiritual properties to paralyze the other person's soul and reduce their pain.

"What did you say? Don't move!"

But the gravedigger, in a convulsive, frantic head-shaking motion, refused his treatment, instead grabbing his collar and struggling to utter words:
"Password...location...Odin...treasure!"

"Slow down! Speak slowly! I'll save you first! Then..."

"It's... no use!"

The gravedigger's eyes were glazed over wildly, flashes of light constantly appearing, and Sika could even sense his spiritual essence dissipating:

"I can save your life!"

"Listen to me...! The password! The location is... in the password!!!"

"What password? Explain it clearly!"

But the gravedigger's movements were gradually stiffening, and he could only muster all his strength to utter his last few words:

"Beware... the Well of Souls..."

Seeing the gravedigger collapse limply into his arms, Sika cursed angrily:
"Damn it... what's wrong with this guy? Why can't I just save him? Why..."

"Sika, get out of the way!"

Andrew lunged forward, slamming Sika into the woods where they rolled together, while the gravedigger's body suddenly expanded, bursting open to release a swarm of maggots!

"WHAT...THE FUCK?"

"It's a curse...he's cursed!"

Andrew helped Sika up, and the two quickly returned to their original spot; the gravedigger was nothing but a skin.

"Damn it... what is going on? It was so close..."

"It's no use. Even if you revive him, the curse will still cause him to explode and die."

Andrew picked up the remaining scraps from the ground and, with a wolf's howl, crushed all the maggots:

"At least half a human skin was left, which can provide some clues."

"Hey……"

Sika slumped to the ground in dejection.
“Dead Apostle… Raven… How did these madmen get here… By the way, what are you doing here?”

"After receiving Jason's plea for help, I found a mirror and came in first. Where's the captain?"

Sika shook her head:

"Let's clean up the mess first, then we'll go find the captain together. Do you know what his password was?"

"Password...?"

Hidden among the misty trees, Sir Death's figure pressed close behind, sheathing his Other Shore Blade.

"The password... the clue to the spiritual land is in the password?"

He thought of that nursery rhyme.

(End of this chapter)