The Vatican is in complete chaos.

A cardinal stood before a secret room, looking very flustered.

With a creak.

A middle-aged man stepped forward and said with displeasure, "Archbishop Potter, don't you know this is my cultivation time?"

"Your Holiness, a vampire prince has led a group of monsters to attack my Holy See!" Potter said in fear.

His strength is about the same as that of a vampire duke (level 5 of the Spirit Opening Realm), but he would only be killed if he faced a prince, and he didn't even know which prince it was.

After all, none of those who went returned; he came directly to report. It's best to leave this kind of matter to the Pope...

"What? Weren't the vampires wiped out? How come there's still a prince left in the world?" the Pope said in a panic, his composure completely gone.

It should be noted that almost every prince was no less powerful than him, and some were even far stronger.

"Your Holiness, could it be that this prince was not in the castle at the time, and when he returned he found his family destroyed?"

"We suspect it was our God who did this, and now he's taking revenge on us," Potter said, his old eyes darting around.

"Oh, this."

Potter, you're right.

"Take all the archbishops with you and come with me to meet that prince." The Pope said, adjusting his gold and red robes.

He also felt that this was the reason.

...

Alice was currently slaughtering the bishops and their soldiers. As a vampire, she was naturally excited by blood and felt no fatigue whatsoever.

Countless drops of blood splattered onto her tight leather outfit. Her tall and proud figure, already accentuated by the leather, became even more vibrant and alluring with the addition of blood.

From afar, it resembles a blood-red rose—beautiful, alluring, and dazzling…

However, the ancient inscription on the stone platform has disappeared...

Margaret was no longer there; instead, she stood in front of a house from which several clear, alluring voices could be heard…

It turned out that the owner had suddenly sensed two beautiful women, one older and one younger, with a difference of more than ten years...

Furthermore, having not been with someone like this in a long time, he gentlemanly walked straight into the room...

Margaret looked at her body, which had not an ounce of excess fat. Every inch of her skin was crystal clear, fair, tender, and incredibly elastic. It was a perfect figure where every movement created a wave of movement.

"Sigh, what's so good about mothers and daughters? Are they as perfect as me?" Margaret muttered sourly to herself. Although those women had been purified by her master, she still considered herself much stronger.

...

Elsewhere, the Pope arrived at a place covered in blood with dozens of cardinals.

"Ah, Princess Alice, you, you haven't been staying at William's Castle all this time?" the Pope exclaimed.

He knew her identity very well: the woman of the third strongest vampire, and she was originally a mid-stage prince, a whole realm higher than him.

"Tobias?"

Heh heh, you're just a lowly ant who's barely stepped into the ranks of princes. Why are you in such a hurry to die?

"However, I'm tired of killing those little ants," Alice said, licking her bright red lips, looking at the group of bishops as if they were lambs.

The Pope trembled in fright. Looking at the bishops beside him, who were even more dignified than him, he felt a headache coming on. Even if they were all together, they wouldn't be enough to serve him.

"Prince Alice, our two sides are relatively harmonious, there's no need for such behavior."

"Our supreme deity is not to be trifled with either," he said with a touch of bravado. Although those people didn't come out, they could still serve as a shield for him.

"oh?

"I followed my master here to kill those gods, so please summon them out," Alice said seductively, her alluring figure causing the bishops' red robes to bulge.

However, the Pope remained somewhat calm, but only slightly.

Owner?

To make the prince acknowledge him as his master?

Then, considering that the vampire clan was wiped out, and this peerless prince is still alive, is there any doubt that it must be that mysterious powerhouse?

Suddenly, hundreds of ghost soldiers charged in, covered in blood, and countless followers had perished at their hands.

"Ah, Your Holiness, those monsters are coming!" a cardinal in trembling robes said, his head bowed, ashamed of his inappropriate reaction.

"What?

"DeWitt, you stop them! I will risk my life to persuade the Supreme God!" Tobias said solemnly, then transformed into a golden shadow and swiftly rushed off in one direction.

"Gentlemen, it seems we cannot escape death today, we..."

"Let's fight these monsters!"

In an instant, a golden light shone brightly and collided with the ghost soldiers. Despite their equal numbers, the battle ended in a draw.

But as more and more ghost soldiers arrived, they immediately fell into a disadvantageous position.

"The golden light of the Holy See seems to be able to restrain the ghost soldiers of our master. Many of the attacks actually hit directly," Alice said, her red lips slightly parted.

However, once she had the upper hand, she chased after Tobias, determined to subdue him.

After all, he knew how to summon those main gods.

Also, those gods can't come out yet; she just saw her master go off to do something else...