Chapter 411: Peace Envoy (Part 4)

“Oh my, Your Eminence, is it really necessary to put it so harshly? You’re breaking my heart.”

The main camp tent’s curtain was flung open violently.

The action was aggressive, and her tone was the kind of seductive, malicious female villain voice that didn’t even bother to pretend anymore.

She probably thought she was being sexy, but to everyone else’s ears, she just sounded like a bitch.

Soon, a crowd of people poured out of the main camp tent.

All of them were mysterious mages wearing full-body cloaks, varying in height and build, but their faces were completely obscured.

Now everyone could finally understand why Samimi always liked to cover her face in three layers when she went out.

A hood, a veil, and an eye blindfold.

She had no choice.

It was the unique aesthetic of the mage circle.

When mages roamed the world, they all liked to hide their heads and faces.

Among the people on the other side, only two could be identified.

One was Count Perry.

The other was the strange woman who had been chattering away.

“Ooh~ Ooh~ What a handsome little thing~”

That strange woman wore a deep V-neck, high-slit red dress and high heels, with about as much fabric as Shalum the Pastor’s shoulder strap.

She also leaned on a gorgeous golden tiger-head scepter.

Samimi was all too familiar with that.

It was a rune staff disguised as a walking stick.

Although Shalum remained expressionless, Samimi, thousands of miles away, brightened.

She knew that thing was definitely hers.

But when Samimi got a clear look at the red-clad woman’s face, her expression instantly turned grim.

There was even a trace of disbelief.

The red-clad woman had smooth black hair, crimson eyes, and a pale, bloodless face bearing a cunning, treacherous smile.

Coupled with the rotten smell permeating the surrounding air.

This familiar aura instantly made Samimi think of something bad.

“A vampire?”

Samimi sucked in a cold breath.

Damn it.

To target her, the World Will had already started swallowing established settings.

What the hell!

Couldn’t find new enemies to deal with me, so you’re just retconning the lore?

I personally resealed the Female Vampire Queen not long ago.

I even visited the Vampire King’s seal site for a tour.

Both Bloodline Progenitors were in slumber, their bloodlines depleted. The Blood Clan should have ceased to exist theoretically.

Unless a third Bloodline Progenitor appeared, there was no way vampires could still exist.

But after Shalum performed a sharp magical scan on the red-clad woman, she confirmed that the woman possessed Blood Magic within her body.

That was power exclusive to the Blood Clan.

Not just her.

The mysterious people around her also possessed Blood Magic.

There was even a familiar face among them.

“Hehe, Demon-Hunting Nun, you got to show off yesterday, but today is your death day.”

It was the Frost Magician who had been roasted into crispy skin by her yesterday.

And now he was alive and kicking, as if nothing had happened.

He took off his hat, revealing a pale, twisted face.

Hideously ugly.

But his eyes were scarlet.

Clearly, he was no longer human.

That already explained a lot.

“Look, everyone! Brother Xing was successfully resurrected yesterday through the Sacred Blood Art , reborn anew, and joined our Bloodline Family!”

The red-clad woman laughed.

The surrounding failed mages immediately started applauding, as if they were some kind of pyramid scheme.

No, in our Otherworld terms—a cult.

“Can you tell me what exactly is going on?”

Shalum asked coldly.

“You must be shocked, aren’t you, Archbishop Samimi?”

“How did we manage this?”

The red-clad woman was extremely long-winded.

As she spoke, she waved her hands around, her body language as exaggerated as a stage actor.

“This is a cult organization.”

“We’re very grateful that you sealed the Female Vampire Queen, which gave our research a leap forward.”

The red-clad woman smiled.

“Research?”

“I see. So you’re Necromancers researching the Blood Demon Forbidden Art.”

Shalum said in a low voice.

“As the last Demon-Hunting Nun in the world, you must know a lot about the Blood Clan, right?”

“You must be wondering why we succeeded in our research, am I right?”

“Both Progenitors are sealed; their bloodlines should all be out of control.”

“All their subordinates should have exploded and died. No way vampires could still exist in this world.”

“So—”

“What exactly are you?”

Shalum analyzed coldly.

Samimi didn’t actually have particularly deep knowledge of the Blood Clan.

It’s just that she was a Transmigrator, so she naturally had a good grasp of vampire lore.

The most basic setting of the Blood Clan was—

Once both Progenitors were sealed, all lower-ranking subordinates would die.

Including ghouls infected with Corrupted Blood , all of them would dissolve into blood water.

But theoretically, the power of Corrupted Blood didn’t truly disappear.

It was only because the Progenitors were sealed and lost control that it eventually turned into a deadly poison.

So—

These Necromancers before her had probably preserved the power of the Blood Clan Progenitors through some method.

Then they injected the Corrupted Blood into themselves, strengthening and utilizing it.

At the same time, they neutralized the destructive effect of the Corrupted Blood on their bodies.

Theoretically, it was actually feasible.

Damn.

Samimi realized she was actually helping the World Will force its way around the established lore.

She could only blame herself for being too smart sometimes.

It was only now that Samimi finally understood.

So the so-called Three Lords were nothing but three stray dogs by the roadside.

They weren’t the real cause of the West Sea turmoil.

The true source of chaos was the group in front of her.

And even—

This group might just be pawns.

The real mastermind was probably hidden even deeper.

Researching Corrupted Blood wasn’t something that could be done overnight.

These Necromancers had probably been studying Blood Demon power longer than she had been alive.

Who knew how many innocent people they had secretly killed?

Although everyone knew the Blood Clan was the “cancer of humanity,”

The Blood Clan possessed something that countless nobles and powerful figures craved.

That was the theoretical—immortality.

As long as they kept drinking blood, vampires were perpetual motion machines.

“According to our agreement, I lured her here.”

“Now it’s time to perform the Sacred Blood Art for me, right?”

“Please, I’ve already given everything my family had to you…”

Count Perry beside them begged in a voice like a maggot.

This attitude further confirmed Samimi’s speculation.

These so-called great lords were essentially a pack of stray dogs.

They didn’t have the guts to scheme such a massive upheaval.

Now that she thought back carefully.

The Dilmurt Family had just been a newly promoted noble family in the Royal City and had quite good relations with the Church.

For these West Sea great lords to lay a hand on the Dilmurt Family, wasn’t that declaring war on both the Royal Family and the Church at the same time?

When the final reckoning came—

Who was the real traitor?

Now everything finally made sense.

They had a big backer behind them.

That was why they dared to be so arrogant.

From start to finish, Samimi never imagined that any faction would dare to oppose both the Church and the Royal Family simultaneously.

It turned out she hadn’t guessed wrong.

She was just on too low a level.

A small West Sea plot—how could it be this complicated?

Does this put our Church’s kindergarten-level Intellectual Battle plots to shame?

“…”

Samimi was already starting to sweat.

“Demon-Hunting Nun, if only you were our comrade, how wonderful that would be.”

The red-clad woman sneered.

“How exactly do you eliminate the backlash of the Corrupted Blood?”

“And what about the Personality Deterioration that comes with it?”

Shalum pressed directly.

“You even know a technical term like Personality Deterioration?”

“As expected of a Demon-Hunting Nun.”

The red-clad woman looked slightly surprised.

“Answer me.”

Shalum’s tone was forceful.

So-called Personality Deterioration .

It means that once a human becomes a Blood Clan subordinate or blood servant, their personality and behavior gradually move closer to the Blood Empress and the Immortal King.

That’s also why all vampires are treacherous, cunning, bloodthirsty, and cruel.

There are no honest subordinates.

And there are no kind-blood servants.