Sister, can I be the scabbard too?

With a burst of bright light, all the Chaos Werewolves present chose to self-destruct.

Under the protection of the "no harm from smoke" principle, Old Man Stan loosened his blood magic shield:

"Ahem, is it over? What are these stupid wolves doing?"

Even though Stan had lived for countless years, he still couldn't understand what had just happened.

One second ago,

The werewolf clan of the north also drove them to the brink of despair.

Next second,

Suddenly, the werewolves started talking about backstabbing and then they exploded.

Most importantly, Stan didn't even see where the person who betrayed them was.

"Is it really betrayal?" Requiem tilted her head.

"I think so, that's what they all say." Old Man Stan dusted himself off, forcing himself to regain his usual elegance.

"But that doesn't make sense. Why would the Chaos Cult abandon these werewolves for our sake?"

Requiem held an umbrella, and a rare hint of doubt flashed across Sanwu's face.

Just then, the necklace she wore around her neck, a relic left behind by the Eternal Night Witch Emperor, suddenly lit up.

A mysterious force surged into the mind of the vampire princess. She subconsciously looked up at the sky, her pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpoints.

"Oh, Witch Empress, who knows what these Chaos cultists are thinking? They're all a bunch of lunatics influenced by their god."

Old Man Stan shook his head irritably, but noticed the unusual movement in the Requiem:

"Hmm? Miss, what's wrong?"

"Ah!" Requiem snapped back to reality, then pointed to the sky: "You, you can't see it?"

"What...do you see?" Old Man Stan looked in the direction she was pointing.

In the pitch-black sky, only three blood-red moons wriggled.

There was nothing else.

"Am I the only one who can see this...?" Requiem's ​​throat moved, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

In her vision, the terrifying being standing shoulder to shoulder with the Eternal Night Witch Emperor, the great being who possessed the laws of the sun, floated above the dome.

However, unlike last time, he did not raise his arms in praise of the sun this time.

His face was no longer hidden in the sunlight as it had been last time, but was now fully revealed.

Because the effect of disguising himself as Camus only works on the Doomsday faction, what Requiem saw was not Lin Yuan disguised as Camus.

What she saw was Lin Yuan's true face.

To be fair, Lin Yuan's foundation was indeed excellent, and it had been excellent since childhood; otherwise, Bai Wuchang wouldn't have become Luo Li's confidant.

The face bathed in holy light made Requiem's ​​heart tremble.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked directly at you."

Requiem immediately knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and her voice trembled slightly.

In an instant, she guessed what had just happened to those werewolves.

Presumably, they were corrupted and eroded by this great being, causing them to lose all their SAN value and their rationality, which is why they talked nonsense and chose to self-destruct.

This kind of thing is all too common in the Ashes world.

With that in mind, Requiem gripped the umbrella handle tightly and carefully released blood magic, checking her body and consciousness for any abnormalities.

As the patriarch of the vampire clan, although she was somewhat unreliable in her daily life, she was well aware of the consequences of directly confronting such a great being.

Perhaps the other party had no malicious intent, but just as humans don't care whether they step on an ant or not, such a great being wouldn't consider whether it affected her.

Of course, she was not entitled to have such a being care about her.

Perhaps only the Night Witch, who created vampires and werewolves, is qualified to serve such a being.

"Miss……"

Old Man Stan couldn't see Lin Yuan, but he could glean what had happened from Requiem's ​​actions.

He immediately knelt down.

This vampire elder, who was usually so arrogant in front of humans and always maintained his elegance and composure, was now unable to contain his panic.

Cold sweat even dripped down the wrinkles on his face, soaking the ground beneath him.

He knelt on the ground devoutly and prayed, "Great sir, I am so sorry to disturb you."

"I am willing to pay the price for my rudeness, any price."

He didn't even dare to suggest exchanging his own life for Requiem's ​​departure.

He feared that such a thought would be considered blasphemous by that great being.

And so, Requiem and Old Man Stan remained motionless, kneeling devoutly on the ground.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and it was agonizingly long.

And so, an unknown amount of time passed—maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour or two later…

The requiem finally raised its head, its voice trembling:

"Old Man Stan, it's alright now. That being... has already left."

"Gone? Gone?" Old Man Stan slumped to the ground with a thud, utterly lacking in manners.

Even when facing those chaotic werewolves who wanted to take his life, he had never been this flustered.

"Miss, are you alright? Have you been contaminated?"

"I... am fine," Requiem said, raising her umbrella.

Her SAN value scale appeared in front of Stan's father.

Strangely, let alone reaching zero, there wasn't even the slightest sign of a decrease.

"Phew, that's good, that's good. By the way, miss, what exactly did you see?"

As soon as Stan asked the question, he immediately regretted it and quickly changed his mind:

"Never mind, please don't tell me!"

The polluting power that exists is elusive.

The fact that one can look directly at Him without being tainted by Him does not mean that He can be either.

Perhaps just hearing His name will corrupt and taint us.

Old Man Stan wouldn't dare gamble.

"Well, I wasn't planning on telling you anyway. After all, Dad, you're always so elegant, you're not far from going crazy."

Requiem nodded: "If he really goes mad, I'll have to collect your corpse."

Stan's dad: ...

That makes sense, but couldn't you have put it in a gentler way?

Furthermore, maintaining elegance is the noblest quality of our bloodline!

Requiem, however, held up an umbrella, her heart still trembling:

"We have to thank that being; if it weren't for Him, we would all be dead."

"Indeed." Old Man Stan composed himself. "In any case, He saved you, Chieftain."

"I, Stan, swear by the blood oath that if He ever needs me, I will repay this kindness at any cost."

The Requiem fell silent, simply gazing at the sky.

She couldn't understand why that great being who wielded the laws of the sun would appear here.

Could it be... that they came specifically to rescue me?

No, it's impossible.

She rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

How could an ant like her deserve to be specially saved by such a being?

"But... I've looked directly at His face, and I haven't gone mad... Did He deliberately control the pollution?"

"First it protected humanity, and then it saved me and Stan."

"Now, they even deliberately control their power for the sake of mortals."

"Among those great beings, there is such a gentle adult..."

As the requiem murmured to itself, an extremely blasphemous thought suddenly arose in its mind.

Without a doubt, this great being who controls the laws of the sun is not an evil god who devours everything.

If, if we could see Him again and offer a sufficient price, then perhaps the Blood Clan could receive true protection.

But what price would satisfy Him?