Chapter 845: The Drama of Hyacinthus

"What I'm saying is that many years have passed and people say that the past can be buried."

Hecintus stepped on the bloodstains, "But I finally realized that this was wrong, because the past will crawl up on its own."

He raised the tip of his index finger slightly and spoke to Lachar like a conductor of a piece of music.

"Hecintos...you...what's wrong with you?"

Lachar questioned in a deep voice as he stepped back.

He didn't think that he was much weaker than the first military god Hecintus in his injured state, but every nerve cell in his brain was telling him that he must not continue to tangle with the man in front of him today.

"Why did you kill Violet who was in your group? Aren't you sober now?"

Only then did Lachar realize that the seal that bound him had completely disappeared.

He should have been ecstatic to regain his freedom, but now he just felt terrified.

He could not understand Hyacinthus, and this inability to understand brought him a terror that destroyed logic.

"A group? Hahahaha... Lachal, you are a little naive."

As Hecintus walked, his tone was soft and strange, "These civilians are like candles. I want to extinguish them."

His eyes seemed to be looking back to twenty years ago.

That day was also the National Day of Crewe, but later it was called "Bloodbath Day".

He escaped from the mansion and saw only this city-state and the mansion next door which was also a sea of ​​fire with black smoke.

He didn't dare to look up at that time.

Because if you look up, you will see the inhuman-like thing on the top of your house—

"He can't run far. He's just a kid of a few years old. There's absolutely no hope for him to get away today."

"If we catch him, we'll disembowel him, just like his parents did! And hang him on the roof of the mansion for public display!"

"Their family has royal blood. Would we be going too far?"

"It has come to this. That is why we must follow through to the end."

"Never let the remnants of the Marquis family go!"

Even after twenty years, the sound of searching footsteps still echoed in his ears, chasing him at all times.

"Every day I spend with Violet, I wonder what her expression will be when she sees me clearly. You know? She actually thinks I'm a civilian like her. It's so funny."

Hecintos shook his head in relief and looked at Lachar at the end of the dark hall.

"Well, it's time for this show to end."

He looked at Rachard as if he were looking at a great treasure, and spoke to him in an orderly manner.

"Hecintos, why don't we work together?"

Lachar felt an increasing chill rising straight up to his head. It was no longer Violet's frost, but the deepest dampness of the Cremorne Empire under the night sky.

For some reason, he now lacked the confidence to successfully hit Hyacinthus with Blood Control.

Theoretically speaking, if Hecintos was closer, he should be able to successfully control Hecintos, but his intuition kept ringing the alarm bell, and he must not take the initiative to attack this man.

He didn't quite understand what Hecintos meant. Based on his previous investigation that Hecintos had a childhood mental trauma, Hecintos must have suffered some cruel tragedy when he was a child, which made him extremely hate the empire and civilians, so he endured and disguised himself to live to this day.

If Hecintos really wants to overthrow the Kremer Empire, it may take some time. If he cooperates with the vampires, the opportunity may come.

"I have carefully prepared betrayal and destruction for Violet and for you, the vampire race."

Hecintus was almost in front of Lachar. He showed no hostility towards Lachar, but he didn't listen to what Lachar said either, as if he treated Lachar as a corpse or an object without life.

"Don't come near me again!"

Lachar roared, retreating past another pillar with unsteady steps.

He wasn't sure why he was so afraid of Hecintus at the moment, but he knew that in his current state he was no match for this fearless man.

Before Lachar's body could react and move away, the distance between him and Hecintus seemed to be misaligned, and Hecintus grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up.

Lachar's blood-red eyes were looking directly at Hecinthos, shrinking and trembling.

Hecintus's strange physical condition made his movements so fast that he couldn't even see them.

Even Pope Saint Paul never picked him up like a little rabbit and looked at him closely like this.

"What on earth are you thinking when you look at me? I'm really curious."

Hecintus observed Lachar's bloodshot eyes.

“……!”

Gradually becoming furious, fearful and angry, Lachar knew he had to take action now.

Lachar's eyes suddenly turned blood red, his body lost weight and floated in the air. Countless dark red blood threads flew out from all parts of his body, circling and interweaving at a close distance, forming a huge blood net that entangled Hecintus.

"Submit to me, Hecintus!"

Lachar immediately activated his power and tried to control Hecintos.

Hecintos overlooked one thing! This was also the biggest miscalculation caused by Hecintos's arrogance!

The reason why his power of Blood Mind Control was ineffective just now was because Violet's Moon Goddess Flawless Pure Land Barrier disrupted the spiritual spells within the temple space.

But at this moment, Hecintos killed Violet himself, and the barrier disappeared.

Given Hecintos' mental state and the extent of the damage to his heart, it was impossible for him to avoid the control of blood.

Since he was able to control Hecintus the first time, he would definitely be able to control Hecintus the second time.

“…”

Hecintos' body froze, his eyes fixed on Lachar without moving away.

"Hecintus, you've overestimated your abilities. Now you've gotten yourself into trouble."

Lachar's heart was beating like a drum, and the corners of his mouth gradually revealed the smile of the ultimate winner.

He breathed in the cold air in the dark hall rapidly.

He succeeded in hitting Hyacinthus.

Just now, there was no interference from the Moon Goddess's Pure Land, and Helicintos did not successfully avoid it!

As long as Hecintus is controlled, no matter how cunning this man is, he will no longer be a threat.

A while passed like this.

Seeing this, Lachar's heart was still beating rapidly and he didn't dare to relax completely.

"Hyacinthus, obey me, will you?"

Rachel asked tentatively.

He always felt something was wrong.

Because Hecintus was still holding him, motionless.

"Haha, no problem."

Instead of obeying, Hecintus smiled, the gentleness in his eyes not changing.

"No, that's not right. Why can't you be controlled by me? You obviously have such a huge spiritual wound in your heart that it can't be healed!"

Lachar was stunned. He felt a sense of weightlessness for a moment, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

His blood control of the mind... failed?

“Could it be…”

Lachar's eyes moved left and right frantically, and in his rapid thinking, he found a possibility.

The spells that Hecintus is best at are all of counter-attribute.

If Hecintos is the target of Blood Mind Control and is successfully hit, and there is no external interference, then the only possibility that it will fail is that Hecintos himself has an extremely terrifying ultimate countermeasure.

In theory, Lachar had never seen any counterspell that could easily work against the epic power of their ancestors.

The invisible vortex of magic in front of Hecintos was reflected in Lachar's blood-red pupils. He used up the last of his magic power to identify the magic fluctuations that had just been triggered in front of him.

"Oh my, you found me?"

Hecintus asked him in a light voice.

At this moment, Lachar finally saw what magic Hecintos used.

[Unbalanced Devourer]

[Category: Active Spell]

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Counter/Seal]

[Level: 8]

[Effect: Swallows and resists all attacks, traps, and props within the range, temporarily stores them in the soul space, and returns them in full within 30 seconds. The cooling time is one minute.]

Lachar's pupils contracted violently again as if struck by lightning.

Even during the long era of the Blood Moon, he had never seen demons or humans have such a counter-curse spell.

No matter what era this guy is in, the threat he poses to their blood clan will not be less than that of Lancross of the Black Sun.

Even if he didn't use his true sword skills, this counter spell alone was enough to confiscate all of the vampires' offensive and controlling powers.

"Actually, I could have beaten you last time, but I didn't. Do you know why?"

When Hecintos saw that Lachar had used up the ninth-level identification technique, he felt a little distressed.

"You... who the hell are you?! What's your purpose?!"

Rachel demanded, his voice sharp with fear.

"I think it's quite interesting to watch you making trouble in the empire. I just want to see how far you can mess up the Cremorne Empire, and I just need to quietly cooperate with you in acting. It has no impact on my life. I still act as my Hecintus every day. What's the difference?"

Hecintus did not answer directly, but leisurely lifted Lachar's neck again, his slender fingers sank into the flesh, causing Lachar a sharp pain.

"But this time, since you still want to challenge me, I won't let you go."

Hecintus looked down at Lachar, let his feet hang in the air, and preached to him.

Boundless shadows swallowed up the entire space, and the temple fell into unprecedented darkness.

In the darkness, only Hecintus's eyes flashed with a strange light, like a beast lurking in the night, which made Lachar shudder.

At this moment, Lachar could only raise his hand tremblingly to grab Hecintos's iron hand, but he could not shake him at all.

"No, Hecintus, we can talk! Whatever you want to do in the Empire, I can help you and work with you!"

Lachal begged, trying to communicate with Hecintus.

He was already seriously injured and was captured by Hecintus, the strongest man in the Cretan Empire. His spells were ineffective against Hecintus. He had completely lost idea of ​​how to fight against this guy.

"Is it necessary?"

Hecintos just asked Lashall in confusion.

“……!”

Lachar was startled and his throat moved dryly.

He thought of the worst possible scenario that was about to happen.

This time, after Hyacinthus devoured his Blood-Controlled Heart, he could immediately return the Blood-Controlled Heart to him.

And he, the third ancestor, Lachar, indeed has painful memories that he does not want to face, and will be controlled by the blood mind.

"No, don't control me!"

Rashar begged desperately for mercy.

"Oh? Looking at your expression, can you really be controlled by your mind control magic? How ironic, even you have a mind rift?"

Hecintus just teased Lachar jokingly.

Last time he hadn't thought that this spell could still control Lachar.

Judging from Lachar's mental state seen tonight, Hecintos was basically certain that the ancestor Lachar had such a weakness, and now it was verified that it was true.

The vortex in front of Hycinthos opened again, and the center of the vortex suddenly turned blood red. Countless dark red blood threads flew out of the vortex, circling and intertwining at a close distance, forming a huge blood net, entangled with Lachar.

“Ahhh! No!!”

Lachar cried out with a broken voice, trying to retain the last bit of his will.

"Why are you so serious? Smile for me too. Today is such a good day."

Hecintos did not stop, and returned the spell he had just swallowed to Lachar intact.

He placed his other hand to his ear, as if he could hear the cheers and laughter of the residents on National Day.

If you listen carefully to the screams from twenty years ago, the frequency is surprisingly exactly the same.

In an instant, Lachar's eyes became empty, his struggle stopped, and he stood still like a doll.

"Okay Lachar, it's dark now and you've recovered to the ninth level. I'll provide the stage and you go and add some fun to my life."

Hecintus placed his bloody hand on the hilt of his sword and looked in the direction of the imperial palace, the Palace of Saint Astrid.

Now Saint Bardo the Great must be comfortably giving his final speech to his people.

Little did he know that the bright red moon was about to shine upon him.

"Saint Bardo..."

Lachar murmured with empty eyes,

"Saint Bardo the Great..."

Then his scarlet eyes gradually began to emit blood-red mist, and with a complete explosion of murderous intent, his ninth-order magic power broke through the entrance gate of the God's Temple, triggering a series of city defense alarms echoing over Brillda.

“Hehehe.”

Hyacinthus hummed a little tune, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and walked slowly towards the outside of the temple where Lachar escaped, as if leaning on a cane.

The sound of his boots on the tiles was crisp and clear, and each step was like the sound of a ringing bell.

Until the back of Hyacinthus completely disappeared in the sunset of the temple, the only thing left in the temple was the blurred grating refracted by the rose window, covering the blood flowing in the gaps between the floor tiles.

The blood moon illuminated the columns of the God's Temple.

"Violet, what's wrong with you..."

“Hum…”

"Can you hear me?"

The sacred communication magic link that bound Violet's soul was gradually interrupted.

The last sound could not wake up the high priest who was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)