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Only then did the second half of the panicked scream arrive, but it was too late.

"As expected of a powerful figure who fought her way up from a mere mortal Black Witch to the throne of gods, her sense of danger is far superior to that of someone like you who relies on the legacy of your ancestors." The former fallen angel, now a demon god of hell, looked at the last bit of crystal dust on his claws with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Did they set up a backup plan elsewhere? How could a sliver of a soul have escaped under such circumstances?"

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that His Highness Calypso is here."

Faced with this astonishing turn of events, the bulky figure in the red robe, seemingly unfazed, swayed toward the corner of the wall, even pausing to look at a hanging photograph for a moment.

In the family photo, the elderly person holds the child and smiles kindly and happily;

The frame reflected the fierce white lightning lashing the waves.

The waves, now deep and dark, surged and roared furiously; amidst the howling storm that uprooted houses and trees, an unbelievable roar echoed:

"Are you crazy! In the current situation, you actually want to attack your allies?"

Kalysop's mind was almost burned away by rage. Even though she had never truly believed in the so-called alliance, she couldn't understand why these guys would fight amongst themselves when their own forces were severely weakened. Weren't they afraid that humans would take advantage of the situation and wipe them all out?

The transparent luster drew a soft arc, remaining unmoved despite the surging waves and clashing winds and thunder, easily sealing off the aftershocks of the battle within a small living room.

As if hearing the question in the heart of the Ocean Maiden, the wide, fluffy cuffs twitched, and several thin, inhumanly gray-black fingers quietly slipped out, picking up the round, crystalline ball that had rolled into the corner not long ago.

"Of course we have a way... to turn the tide in one fell swoop."

Withered fingers gently shook the sphere, and fine white powder rose and fell from within, swirling around a miniature wooden house model hidden among several plastic green trees. A wreath hung in front of the door, its exquisite and pleasing design evident.

"Jingle bells,"

"Jingle all the way..." The miniature battery embedded in it turned on, the colored lights on the model house lit up, and the melodious holiday carols floated faintly, but it turned out to be a beautifully crafted Christmas crystal ball.

The dry, hard, dark skin was taut, and the prominent knuckles were unusually large, creating a stark contrast with the smooth, cute handicraft.

However, amidst this delightful childlike scene, several bewildered tiny faces suddenly appeared on the surface of the crystal sphere.

On the pale faces of men, women, and children, endless fear transformed into hysterical struggle. They used both hands and feet to frantically pound on the glass barrier from the inside, uttering extremely faint cries of despair.

The white powder inside the crystal ball grew thicker and thicker, as if a winter snowstorm was gradually engulfing the little figures.

The crying and shouting abruptly ceased, but a hint of blood gradually appeared in the churning pale dust, staining the "heavy snow" an ominous crimson...

The "snowstorm" continued to swirl, and the crimson hue flowed like a stream into the ocean, quickly swallowed by the cold, pale white. The dust subsided and the gloom dissipated, and the exquisite model house was still brightly lit. Several figures appeared in the tiny window, and a few more joyful laughs rang out amidst the ethereal Christmas notes.

It just sounded a little distorted at times, more like... a mournful scream.

"But in order for us to achieve victory in one fell swoop, we need Your Highness Calypso to make a slight sacrifice."

The crystalline curve slowly compressed, and a Christmas snow globe the size of a fist took shape once more. Inside the globe, vast blue waves gently rippled, enveloping a small, exquisite island, its details revealing exquisite craftsmanship and lifelike realism.

"Originally, there was no need for that, but since your bloodline is the closest to that of the person in the [Forest Villa], why not?"

Just like blood transfusions in humans, to get a half-dead patient moving again, you definitely need to choose a blood source that won't cause rejection...

Chapter 505 Silent Rain

The electric current shattered the inert gas, creating a dazzling display that was sliced ​​into various shapes of colorful spots by the beam lights, transforming into a mesmerizing neon light that illuminated the swaying figures on the dance floor below.

Although they couldn't match the skillful techniques of their counterparts in big cities, the local bands on stage did their best to deliver a passionate rock song, adding a touch of unbridled energy to the revelry.

The scent of perfume and the warmth of sweat slowly ferment in the air, creating a unique and alluring aroma that tantalizes everyone's hormones.

Rayleigh was particularly excited. As a regular at the bar, he was used to the performances on stage, but the new face sitting opposite him was simply too stunning.

“This beautiful lady is not bragging, but there are some interesting places in our town. Even if you are just passing through, it is worth spending a day or two to take a look.”

A youthful and alluring figure sat quietly at the bar, her pale blue eyes fixed on the cherry-red martini in her hand, oblivious to the flattery around her.

"This is really difficult..."

Trying to suppress his budding desires, the man maintained his smile and leaned closer, attempting to make his voice sound more alluring:

"For example, the lake on the back hill, illuminated by the moonlight, is so tranquil it's like another world..."

The young girl remained unresponsive, not even her eyelashes trembled, like a delicate porcelain statue, beautiful yet cold and hard.

However, this temperament, so different from that of a country girl, is what makes men's hearts flutter.

Just as he was reluctantly licking his lips, preparing to change his strategy, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. He saw the beautiful woman suddenly freeze for a moment, then her eyes shone with an unusual light, as if she had suddenly awakened from a frozen slumber.

Her gaze suddenly brightened, as if looking through the man towards some distant place, before quickly returning to its original direction.

Where is that lake you mentioned?

Rayleigh's brain hadn't even processed it yet, and he just reflexively stammered, "In the valley to the north, not far from here, about an hour's drive away..."

The surprise came too quickly. Seeing the beautiful woman almost at the door, he suddenly remembered something and shouted excitedly and flusteredly:

"Oh, I don't even know your name yet."

The slender figure stopped silently without turning her head.

The man realized his mistake as soon as he spoke and wished he could slap himself. Based on his extensive experience, the worst thing about such a fleeting affair was getting too entangled.

Just as he was annoyed, thinking that the romantic encounter was about to slip away, a casual remark drifted over.

“You can call me now… Jennifer, and…” She turned and smiled, her azure eyes seeming to deepen.

"...You can invite a few more, um, or even more friends to come and play, the stronger the better."

The young man's mouth slowly opened wide, forming a comical "o". His expression shifted from surprise to joy, and then to admiration and praise.

For the first time, this notorious playboy in the neighborhood felt a pang of inferiority about his background:

...Fuck, girls from big cities know how to have fun better than a country bumpkin like me!

……

……

The walnut wood door, covered with intricate patterns, slowly closed behind us, its thick lacquer gleaming with a matte purplish-black sheen under the crystal chandelier.

These antiques, which blindly pursue a palatial style, are made of thick and heavy materials, making them unsuitable for modern homes. However, such minor flaws do not pose a problem for today's visitors.

Someone had already respectfully opened the door for him, like a servant attending to a king—in this country, even for private matters like bathing and eating, there were very few opportunities for him to do it personally.

"Hmph! It's the internet age now. Phone calls and video calls can save a lot of precious time. Do we really have to come all this way to talk in person?" The short, middle-aged man shoved himself into the leather seat, chuckling rudely.

He glanced sideways at the upright figures around the rectangular conference table and tugged at his belt, which felt tight due to his posture.

The social changes in modern times are more intense than those in the previous hundreds of years. Even powerful families that have held power since the founding of the nation are not immune to challenges from rising stars.

As representatives of the emerging forces, the men have always harbored resentment towards those present who adhered to old-fashioned ways, and naturally, they were not so polite in their speech.

"Ahem." The meeting chairperson at the head of the table coughed lightly, his wrinkles, loose enough to trap a fly, creaking slightly.

"This is a crucial issue that needs to be discussed, and it would be best if you could come in person..."

Although the old man's voice was not loud, it was like a well-maintained bass drum, with a magnetic and penetrating quality.

"Proceed? Proceed with what? If it's the same proposal as last time, I can only say that without suitable conditions, the members of parliament I support will not allow the bill to pass."

The man glanced casually out the window and mumbled a reply. Only a small portion of the blood-red setting sun remained, struggling on the horizon. It tried to penetrate the half-drawn velvet curtains, but was powerless to provide enough light.

The people around the long table all appeared indistinct, as if shrouded in shadow, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a black and white film, especially with the Gothic high-backed chairs.

"Ha, what we're talking about isn't some vulgar interest."

Even the faint light seemed a bit too bright. A thin, claw-like hand slid out from the sleeve, and the elderly man presiding over the meeting slowly got up and drew the curtains shut.

As the last rays of the setting sun brushed against the back of his hand at dusk, his pale skin seemed to darken slightly.

"Then please tell me the details quickly. I've said before that my time is very precious..." the man said, frowning.

Suddenly, he looked around suspiciously. "Didn't you invite a few other friends? Where are they?"

“You’re right, we really shouldn’t waste time, they…” The old man didn’t return to his seat, but instead slowly walked to the light switch by the wall.

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Darkness descended suddenly, like the night falling, and tiny, dark red lights appeared overhead, like bonfires burning in the night, but without any warmth, instead radiating a chilling aura—they were pairs of gloomy eyes.

Somehow, black bats, as black as ink, were hanging from the ceiling, staring down with eerie expressions that were almost human.

"What are you doing? I'm here for a meeting..." A brief scream rang out, then was drowned out by the noise.

After an unknown amount of time, the magnificent chandelier lit up again, revealing the man's numb and submissive face.

"Can we attract a few more?"

A few crimson spots appeared on the pure white, soft silk scarf, and the handsome, almost otherworldly-looking young man with black hair wiped his mouth, then gracefully nodded.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Your Excellency. If there are too many people, it will be impossible to conceal the truth."

Black hair, white hair... a head pressed desperately close to the ground. People who once held countless powers and wealth now answered in the most obsequious manner, like servile lapdogs licking their master's toes.

Alex nodded slightly with regret, understanding that this had reached a certain limit.

The operation of the power structure of a superpower is not as child's play as depicted in Hollywood movies. Even if it takes advantage of the greed of these old fogies to seize power, it is ultimately impossible for it to embrace all the upper echelons as its offspring.

"Then let's proceed as planned. Send out invitations to the remaining capable friends, inviting them to share in the blessings of God's holy relics, the fountain of life in the Holy Grail, and time."

...Let's choose Christmas!

Chapter 506 Spring Breeze Has Intention

"Roar!"

The powerful roar was like thunder, shaking the branches and leaves of the bushes, startling the birds into flight.

An invisible sound wave swept past, and a light screen that flowed like water suddenly trembled. The dark golden runes floating on it, as if short-circuited, quickly turned red and melted, and in the blink of an eye, they were torn to shreds along with the light screen.

Azure lightning bolts, like venomous snakes, flickered on the blade's edge. Wrapped around a uniquely shaped, ancient axe, it cleaved down fiercely, shattering several hastily appearing crystal shields. The sharp energy crisscrossed, instantly turning the tough granite bricks into powder.

However, even such a stunning attack failed to reach the figure hidden behind layers of protection.

A faint purple light suddenly appeared, weaving through the dust and light with incredible speed, before expanding into a massive pillar of light that engulfed the approaching dark golden demonic figure.

The beam of light spread out in a fan shape, with seven-colored light flowing up and down inside, like a crushed rainbow twisted into one, looking magnificent and beautiful.

But as this dazzling and beautiful light gently swept by, everything it touched—the stone slabs, the flowers and trees, the metal fences—collapsed into invisible dust within a second, instantly turning into nothingness.

The beam of light continued unabated, sweeping across the scene like the surging Mississippi River, forcing out a figure hidden in the void.

"Is this enough? Let's call it a day..."