Soon, the air within the dark barrier seemed to turn into raging flames, a sea of crimson.
Sensing the danger, Gordon acted quickly.
A piercing sound, like a broken string, exploded within the barrier.
Leo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eardrums, his heart ached, and his eyes swelled with blood.
The ear-piercing sound waves were like the music of death, wave after wave, filling the barrier with ripples of death.
At the center of the ripples was Leo.
Leo felt as if his eardrums were about to be pierced by the sound waves, his heart about to be detonated by them, and his eyes about to burst from them!
The flames surrounding Leo rapidly dimmed, suppressed by the death sound waves emitted by Gordon.
Gordon’s sinister and triumphant laughter echoed once again, “Do you feel good now?”
At this moment, Leo couldn’t speak, he could only channel his spiritual power throughout his body, trying to stop the penetration of the death sound waves.
Seeing Leo unable to speak, Gordon became even more pleased, “Resistance is futile. Death sound waves are invisible forces, you can’t stop their penetration. Enjoy this rare pain slowly.”
Soon, Leo felt his vitality gradually fading away in the sound waves. Blood started flowing from his ears, nostrils, corners of his mouth, and even his eyes.
Although he couldn’t see his own appearance, Leo could imagine how terrifying he must look with blood flowing from all seven orifices.
In the darkness, Gordon’s mocking voice sounded again, “It seems that today I might create a miracle and kill the leader of the Dark Alliance!”
“Oh my God, I will surely receive the highest reward from the Pope.”
In such a critical moment, Leo could only bring out his ultimate weapon – the Nine-Petal Ice-Soul Lotus!
In an instant, frosty coldness spread rapidly from Leo as its center.
In less than ten seconds, the entire dark world turned into a glistening white snowscape.
The darkness disappeared completely, replaced by endless light.
“What… what’s happening? How could…” Gordon’s words were cut short because he had been frozen in ice.
After a crisp sound like a shattered silver bottle, the entire snowscape shattered with it, along with Gordon’s body turning into fragments of ice.
Leo’s vision flickered, and he found himself still in the courtyard of the villa.
As for Gordon, he no longer existed in this world.
“Master has won!” The vampires rejoiced immediately.
Leo looked around and sighed.
Such a beautiful place turned into ruins because of the battle. What a pity.
Location: Tican City, Pope’s Palace.
The Pope’s palace was magnificent and sacred. Supported by eight massive bronze columns adorned with grapevines and laurel leaves.
The dome was adorned with a magnificent canopy, with a dazzling golden dove at its center, shining brightly.
Countless pure and lovely angels hovered and flew in murals, adding a touch of holiness.
In a corner of the bedroom, a person sat quietly.
Golden chair, majestic purple robe, and a solemn and aged face. Even from afar, one couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.
He was the current highest ruler of the Church, the 268th Pope, Grelio.
Grelio held an old yellowed book in his hand and read it with great interest. On the desk in front of him were several quill pens, ink, and ancient paper.
At the door of the bedroom stood four bishops dressed in black robes. They wore loose shoulder capes resembling ancient Romans.
Worried about disturbing Grelio’s tranquility, each of them stood silently, trying to breathe softly with expressions of reverence and admiration.
To them, Grelio was God’s messenger, God Himself.
They were the most obedient and loyal subjects of God.
Suddenly, there came a soft sound of footsteps from outside the door.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a red robe hurriedly entered.
His face was tense and serious.
Upon seeing him, the four bishops respectfully exclaimed, “Lord Owen!”
The man’s name was Owen, the Cardinal Archbishop, second only to the Pope in the Church hierarchy.
Owen nodded and lowered his voice to ask, “What is His Holiness doing?”
“His Holiness is reading. It has been over an hour,” one of the bishops replied in a low voice.
Owen nodded again and waved his hand. “You all may leave. I have something to report to His Holiness.”
“Yes.” The four bishops bowed respectfully and slowly withdrew from the room.
Owen adjusted his clothes and walked towards Grelio.
Approaching him, Owen bowed respectfully and said in a reverent tone, “Your Holiness, I have an important matter to report.”
Grelio raised an eyebrow and gently placed down the book in his hand. He asked kindly, “My dear Owen, what has made your face so grave?”
“Your Holiness, our most loyal eight warriors have fallen,” Owen said with a pained expression.
“What?” Grelio’s composed face changed. “Even when they joined forces?”
“Yes, they all perished because of the newly appointed Dark Alliance leader and his subordinates,” Owen’s face looked grim.
Grelio stood up. His voice filled with disbelief as he said, “This new Dark Alliance leader is truly formidable.”
Owen forced a bitter smile.
Grelio pondered for a moment before continuing, “My dear Owen, perhaps we should not provoke him. What do you think?”
“Your Holiness, I believe this decision is correct. The despicable creatures of darkness have no right to exist in this world of light. However, we underestimated the strength of our enemy,” Owen quickly reassured as he saw Grelio feeling sorrowful.
“We did underestimate him. Perhaps only I can restrain him,” Grelio said with a complex and distant expression on his weathered face. “Atraria is a magical kingdom with many secrets we don’t understand. We must not underestimate that Atrarian.”
Owen’s expression turned serious. “I will heed Your Holiness’ teachings.”
“We have divine protection; we fear no one. But to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, immediately notify all churches to be on high alert,” Grelio said with a solemn tone.
“Yes, Your Holiness,” Owen replied respectfully.
“Very well. You may leave now; I need to rest,” Grelio waved his hand coldly. His mood clearly not good.
“Yes, Your Holiness.” Owen bowed respectfully and was about to leave.
Just then, someone outside shouted loudly, “Your Holiness, Barnard requests an audience.”
“Let him in,” Grelio said in a deep voice.