Zaroth gripped his spear tightly as he smiled darkly, and his eyes shined with dangerous intensity.
'How lucky… Midnight needed help on the day of my third fight of the tournant. aning that I am already geared up and ready for combat,' he thought as he glanced around the room.
Midnight was against the wall with nurous wounds on her body, surrounded by about a dozen people wearing white robes.
"I think they are the Purifiers," he muttered under his breath as he flicked his fingers and summoned the four wolves he had tad in the forest before.
It was finally ti to use them in combat.
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing at these holy grounds?!"
Hearing a male voice, Zaroth shifted his gaze until his eyes landed on a man holding a great shield and a sword.
'Is that supposed to be their leader?' he wondered.
"Well, no matter. Having a vampire with pure blood indebted to is more important than these guys surviving anyway," he muttered as he opened his mouth, a dangerous fla beginning to form at the back of his throat, while rotating his spear ahead of him.
At the sa ti, the four wolves dashed against their targets.
It was ti for a massacre.
"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" the Purifier leader shouted as he charged toward Zaroth, but the green tornado that suddenly shot toward him stopped him in his tracks.
He was forced to hold the shield with both hands while suppressing the Zaroth tornado.
As such, he could only watch as the four wolves, that seed to have wounds on their bodies, began to fight his comrades.
"Fuck, just at the worst ti, we had to be attacked by so maniac," the leader muttered, and a mont later his body shivered as he rembered that Midnight was still behind him.
He shifted his gaze, only to see that she was fighting on equal ground against four mbers of his squad.
'Shit, we have weakened her, and she is still so strong?!' the man cursed inside his head.
But because he was distracted by looking backward, he didn't realize in ti that Zaroth's attack had stopped.
A second later, he heard another body fall to the ground.
One of his mbers, who was busy dealing with one of the wolves, was hit in the head by Zaroth's spear, killing him instantly.
Zaroth, seeing that his tornado attack was going to be blocked, decided to use the chance he saw and threw his spear at the enemy who had left his ground unguarded.
Not even a second later, he had already launched a fireball at another enemy, hitting them in the back.
The Purifier, feeling the burn in his back, turned around by reflex, and that gave an opportunity to the wolf. The beast wasn't going to waste the chance as it jumped and brought down its jaws on the man's throat.
"Fuck! So be it, may the goddess bless !" the leader began to chant sothing as the armor beneath his robe began to shine, as well as his shield and sword.
But that chant seed to take so ti, and that ti proved to be fatal as Zaroth quickly dealt with the n at the front.
As the n at the front, who had placed multiple restrictions on Midnight, died, it ant that a part of her strength had returned, and as such, she was able to overpower the n at the back, killing them in an especially brutal way.
In less than three minutes, the leader of the Purifiers found himself alone.
"You disgrace of humanity!" As he finished his chant, it seed his body strength amplified threefold, and he charged, dealing with one of Zaroth's wolves in an instant.
"To think you would align with a demon! No matter, I will deal with you all myself!" the man shouted angrily as he cut through Zaroth's wolves like they were nothing.
Zaroth grimaced as his eyes seed to get even darker. "You dare call a disgrace?"
The leader, having dealt with Zaroth's wolves, was about to attack their master, but was stopped as his eyes widened in horror, seeing that the wolves he had just killed had sohow begun to get back on their feet.
"Impossible! Death should have ended them! Unless… you are a person that is able to control death?!" the leader shouted, and a second later was hit in the face by Zaroth's fireball.
Making use of the fact that the man was disoriented, the wolves attacked in unison and brought the man to his knees.
"YOU SI—"
The Purifier's shout was cut short as he felt massive fangs pierce his throat and felt his blood being quickly drained out.
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It was Midnight. He tried to desperately shake her off, but she had used her legs to take hold of the man and wasn't letting go. That, coupled with the fact that there were four wolves on him, even the Purifier's enhanced strength wasn't enough as his body was about to give out.
"You say I am a disgrace?" Zaroth spoke coldly as he took a step toward the quickly dying man.
He couldn't control himself as he let out a laugh.
Stepping an arm's length away from the man, Zaroth crouched down and put his hand on the Purifier's face that was quickly losing color.
"You know, as you are a person that is from the church and have a duty to help the unfortunate, I want to ask you, where were you?" Zaroth's voice didn't seem to have any empathy as he gazed into the dimming eyes of the Purifier.
"18 years… all of that ti spent in poverty… taking care of my mother… I… we did not receive help from the church a single ti. Now that I think about it, I can't seem to recall a ti I've heard that you've truly offered help to the less fortunate…"
Zaroth saw that the Purifier was trying to look away, so he used his hand to force his face and make him look into his eyes.
"Isn't it strange? Isn't the church supposed to get all its money from donations that are supposed to help the less fortunate? Where does that money go?"
Zaroth shifted his gaze to the dead Purifiers lying on the ground… or more accurately, their equipnt.
Zaroth had not spared expenses when he bought his armor and weapons… and yet, they paled in comparison to what these people had.
"Oh, I see… all that money goes to you, right? To you and the ones higher in the church hierarchy."
The Purifier looked like he wanted to protest, but Midnight was still rapidly drinking his blood, and as such, he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.
"Shush…" Zaroth whispered as he placed his finger on the man's lips. "There is no need to say anything, it is clear you are useless, trash, as such your thoughts are unimportant."
It seed that the light behind the Purifier's eyes was monts away from being extinguished, so Zaroth couldn't help but add,
"Oh, I know what you're thinking… once you die, you'll go to heaven, right? Don't try to delude yourself. If there is really an afterlife, you're going to hell."
Zaroth brought his face even closer, making sure that his face was the last thing the Purifier would rember.
"You may bla your gods once I kill them and send them to you."
A second later, the man's body collapsed on the ground, lifeless as his blood had run out.
Midnight let go as she let out a satisfied sigh of relief.
The Purifiers were dead, so all her restrictions were gone, and not only that, but she had drank the blood of a strong human, so all her wounds were healed, and she beca even more stunning.
After a mont, she shifted her gaze to her savior, Zaroth.
He smiled, clearly pleased as if he hadn't just killed a dozen n, and spoke calmly.
"Long ti no see."
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