Chapter 100: Thunderous Holy Light Shatters the Bloodshadow

Not only were they not on opposing sides, but Lin Xiao could hardly resist applauding and cheering for Lestat. It was simply too brilliant, what an inspiring man he was.

For the sake of lofty freedom, for the right to control his own destiny, he would stop at nothing—even if it meant sacrificing an official’s child. He was practically the male Helen Keller, the vampire world’s Stephen Hawking, the foreign counterpart of Shi Tiesheng, refusing to bow to fate; moving and tragic, deeply stirring.

So, to show his appreciation, Lin Xiao decided to reward him by taking the Star-Annihilating Battle Axe and parting his hair down the middle, from head to toe.

Before he could act, the vampire marquis struck first. Snatching Michael up, he drove his sharp fangs viciously into the flesh of his neck and swallowed great gulps of blood.

“Michael!”

Number Eleven screamed. In an instant, she appeared beside Lestat, her sapling staff slashing down with force. A torrent of psychic power surged like a tidal wave rising from the ground, blasting the vampire away.

Midair, Lestat laughed wildly. With a slight turn of the Blood-Shadow Demon Mirror in his hand, three blood shadows swooped down from the air. With a sickening sound, they pierced through Number Eleven’s body and siphoned away a large mass of blood energy.

“Damn it, son of a bitch, you bastard. Just watch me hack you to death.”

Furious beyond reason, Lin Xiao raised one hand. Magic surged as a lightning talisman rapidly formed, and a thunderous serpent of electricity struck from above, hitting one of the blood shadows dead on.

The masculine, upright force of thunder instantly shattered that blood shadow, leaving it blurred and indistinct, no longer solid but a mere phantom. Clearly, it had suffered a severe blow.

The other blood shadows, terrified by the thunder’s power, scattered in all directions before retreating to Lestat’s side. They hovered in the air, shivering like living things.

They, too, feared that righteous thunder.

Lestat gave a strange cry and lifted the round mirror in his hand, unwillingly drawing back the injured blood shadows with a pained expression. His face twisted grotesquely as he roared,

“Impossible! With your strength, how could you unleash lightning and thunder? Who are you really?”

“I’m your father!”

Lin Xiao, enraged to the point of madness, no longer bothered with killing Stefan. With a single leap he rushed to the side of Number Eleven and Michael. Her face was as pale as paper, and she had collapsed weakly to the ground, her blood energy having been drained away by the three blood shadows.

He immediately took out two Blood-Flesh Essences and fed one to Number Eleven and one to Michael. After swallowing them, their complexions improved somewhat, though blood still poured from Michael’s neck without end, impossible to staunch.

Hastily, Lin Xiao used his purification skill to help heal the wound. But the vampire virus had already entered his body, and his fate was extremely grim, unless...

“Go for them!”

Lestat would never allow Lin Xiao to heal his allies. He turned the Blood-Shadow Demon Mirror once more, and the remaining six blood shadows came flying in fear and hesitation, preparing to pass through their bodies again.

“I’ll let you through.”

At the same time, Lin Xiao raised his left hand, and Holy Light erupted at once. Bright, pure radiance flooded the field, sizzling as it seared the six blood shadows’ surfaces as though boiling oil had been poured over them.

Lestat was both furious and anxious. His luck was truly abysmal—just how many skills did this guy know? Why were they all aimed at vampires? This was far too much bullying.

“Hmph. Let’s see how much magic you have. How long can you keep this up?”

At Lestat’s mockery, Lin Xiao let out a cold snort. Don’t question my stamina. It’s absurdly long—long enough to make you doubt life itself.

Upon reaching level ten, his MP had already climbed to 870 points. The lightning talisman had just cost him 200, and his earlier skills had consumed plenty as well, but he still had over five hundred points left. If that still wasn’t enough, his Magic Spring could generate more on its own.

In his inventory, he also had ten portions of level-five magical essence. If the situation became dire, he would simply take them out and swallow them. If he didn’t kill this bastard, not only would he fail to change class, even his life would be in danger.

Holy Light consumed an enormous amount of magic. Lin Xiao estimated the timing and stopped the skill. Lestat burst into laughter and ordered the blood shadows to continue their assault.

At that very moment, Lin Xiao raised his hand again. The lightning talisman had cooled down, and a writhing serpent of electricity appeared in midair, then crashed directly into a blood shadow and blasted it into wisps of pale red light.

The other five blood shadows scattered in panic, once more retreating to Lestat’s side and frantically trying to dive back into the mirror to evade the terrifying thunder.

Lestat’s face turned a livid green. Raising one hand, he bit into it, and great gouts of blood began to gush forth, spilling over the Blood-Shadow Demon Mirror.

The mirror surface blazed with bloodlight, red as searing flame. The five blood shadows likewise radiated dense crimson brilliance. At last, they no longer feared the thunder; instead, they emitted an overwhelming aura of baleful blood energy.

“Damn you! You forced me to burn my own vital blood. I’ll capture you and drink two hundred—no, three hundred milliliters of your blood every day to make up for my loss!”

Lestat roared as he turned the Blood-Shadow Demon Mirror toward them. The five blood shadows swooped down together, intent on passing through Lin Xiao’s body. Holy Light!

Holy Light had cooled down once more. Lin Xiao used it without hesitation. But this time, the five blood shadows came on fiercely, actually forcing their way forward against the sacred radiance.

White holy light and crimson blood light canceled each other out, hissing violently as the most primal clash between right and evil erupted.

Lin Xiao saw that his holy light was gradually being eroded by the bloodlight. Under Lestat’s full power, the Blood-Shadow Demon Mirror had begun to reveal its true might.

Terrifying indeed!

The bloodlight pressed closer inch by inch, quickly eroding everything in front of him. The five blood shadows were right before his eyes, about to bore downward, pass through his body, and take away his blood energy—and with it, all hope of life.

At the critical instant, Number Eleven in his arms weakly raised the sapling staff. Focusing every ounce of her psychic power into it, she released a surging, overwhelming force that rolled outward in all directions.

The five blood shadows were blown back as though by a great gale. The bloodlight on their surfaces trembled violently, clearly dimmer than before.

“Well done!”

Lin Xiao could not help praising her. After that single strike, Number Eleven completely collapsed. Her face was frighteningly pale, and she no longer had any strength to fight.

Over there, Stefan had climbed back to his feet. Watching the battle between the two sides, he looked desolate and did not care who won or lost. Tilting his head at a forty-five-degree angle toward the starry sky, he burst into tears.

“Damn it, why are you all so stubborn? Wouldn’t it be better to just die quietly?”

Lestat bellowed in exasperation. They had looked so fragile, as though they would crumble at the first touch, yet somehow they proved so maddeningly troublesome that even now he still could not finish them off.

“I’d say it’s you who’s going to die.”

The lightning talisman had cooled down once more. Without another word, Lin Xiao raised his hand and unleashed a serpent of thunder. This time, his target was not a blood shadow, but Lestat in midair.

The lightning serpent crashed down upon his head. The bloodlight surrounding Lestat’s body condensed into something nearly tangible. The serpent pressed downward relentlessly, while the bloodlight continually dissolved and replenished itself.

In the end, both the lightning serpent and the bloodlight vanished together, and Lestat’s defenses were broken.

However, Lin Xiao had also exhausted his magic.

Fortunately, his Magic Spring activated on its own, converting 360 points of HP into MP—enough for another lightning talisman and several more bursts of Holy Light.

Taking advantage of Lestat’s momentary daze, he quickly retrieved two level-five Blood-Flesh Essences, swallowed one, then took out a level-five magical essence and stuffed it into Number Eleven’s mouth, helping her recover her magic and blood energy.

Michael had collapsed at his feet, his breathing growing ragged. The vampire virus was ravaging his body, and if this continued, the flame of his life would also be extinguished.

The situation was becoming ever more dire.