As the black swan spread its wings and flew toward Maggie, a silver bullet flew in from the side at the same time.
Just as it was about to strike Lilia, she, who was completely suspended in mid-air, gracefully flipped over and was forced to land on the outer edge of the encirclement formed by the blood hunters.
Upon landing, a faint regret flashed in Lilia's eyes, probably because she regretted not being able to kill Maggie.
Perkin severed all the surrounding blood lines, which scattered at Maggie's feet and turned into pools of blood.
Maggie loosened her grip on the staff, almost hearing her own heart pounding. Even in a life-or-death situation, she still found it difficult to remain calm.
Physiologically, she cannot avoid having any abnormal reactions.
The gaze shifted downwards, and there stood the petite Gillian, draped in a black cloak, blocking her way.
Beneath the mask, Gillian's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she looked at Lilia. Her voice, which had been suspiciously altered, was of unknown age and exuded a chilling aura.
"Your opponent is here, Lilia, don't be too arrogant!"
In the distance, Lilia let out a charming laugh, her slender hand covering her crimson lips, her tone relaxed as if she were the hunter.
But clearly, she is now surrounded.
"So this is all the elite Blood Hunters are made of? It seems the Duke overestimated you."
"In my opinion, we should have wiped you out a long time ago. It's a pity that so many of my kin died at your hands."
Lilia gently stroked her face, her other arm reaching under her chest to lift her ample bosom, her expression full of distress.
But she also has a beautiful and sexy face, and this gesture is full of temptation.
If I didn't know she was a vampire, I might have been captivated by her beauty.
Her gothic-style dress accentuated her mysterious and dangerous aura, enticing people to approach her, even if it meant having their blood drained.
"When did it become the vampires' place to call others flies? A bunch of long-dead corpses trying to compete with the living for territory."
Gillian and Maggie sometimes share a surprisingly similar personality, almost identical in their penchant for poking at people's sore spots.
Moreover, she is more vicious than ever when facing vampires.
That's an irreconcilable hatred.
Maggie could sense Gillian's emotions—anger and hatred mixed with sadness, so intense it seemed to burn her to ashes.
She reached out and gently patted Gillian's shoulder, indicating that there was no need to waste words with a vampire; presenting the facts would be more effective.
While Gillian and Lilia were facing off, the paladin team responsible for dealing with Kron had already arrived, along with Harun, who was dressed in a snow-white paladin outfit.
Under the cover of night, he was the most dazzling, like a moving incandescent light bulb.
Maggie raised her arm and waved at Harlan, then turned to Lilia with a smile.
"It seems Miss Lilia is unaware of the fate of your companions, isn't she? Perhaps after you see it, you won't want to continue running rampant on the temple's territory."
Harlan understood immediately and gave a look to the paladins carrying the bloodied and mangled bodies. One of them immediately dragged Coron forward so that Lilia could clearly see the horrific state of her kin.
The mass on the ground was slowly wriggling and repairing itself, and a human shape could be vaguely discerned. A strong smell of blood filled the air, and even some nuns and paladins with weaker mental fortitude frowned slightly upon seeing this scene.
Although they frequently go on missions and have seen many dead bodies, such a horrific scene is still impactful enough.
"Do you like this gift, Lilia?"
Maggie wore her usual gentle smile, but the words she spoke were as cruel as a monster's.
Lilia's gaze swept over Kron, and even without seeing his face, she could tell that he was her old flame.
Just when everyone thought she would fly into a rage, Lilia simply raised an eyebrow slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, he's just a self-important good-for-nothing. If you like him, you can have him."
After saying that, Lilia sighed deeply again, a faint regret showing on her face.
"It's just a pity about his appearance. He was still somewhat presentable, but now he's completely ruined. Do whatever you want with him, just don't let me see him again."
Lilia's coldness chilled everyone present, and Gillian's aura suddenly darkened.
"Indeed, without a soul, one can never truly understand human emotions; one is merely a monster in human skin, adept at imitation."
Gillian seemed to be mocking, or perhaps questioning, but ultimately she was too young to understand many things, or perhaps she didn't want to understand.
No matter how many vampires she had killed, Gillian would still feel angry when she saw vampires treating their fellow vampires this way.
The blood clot on the ground seemed to have heard Lilia's words, and it began to writhe and roar even more violently.
He probably didn't understand why Lilia would treat him this way, since he had once saved her.
As Maggie watched Coron recover and regain his mobility, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and she casually took the holy water from the nun's hand.
He took two steps forward and poured the liquid over the blood clot without hesitation.
Like the sound of sulfuric acid being added to water, the sizzling sound instantly drowned out all the sounds of confrontation. Puffs of black smoke rose up, and the scorched blood clots had turned completely black.
With a desperate roar, the writhing blood mass fell into complete silence.
Maggie had initially intended to spare his life to obtain some useful information, but after discovering that Lilia didn't care at all and that it had a greater impact on Gillian, she suddenly felt that Kron didn't need to live any longer.
Of course, the holy water might not actually kill Kron; it would just keep him quiet for a while. If he survived, there were some little games waiting for him at the temple.
After seeing Maggie's actions, everyone around fell silent; the silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.
Even the Blood Hunters kept glancing at Maggie, seemingly unable to imagine that the Holy Maiden would do such a cruel thing.
This completely overturns the benevolence and kindness previously displayed by the saintess; it's more like... the work of a witch.
But the object of the crime is a vampire, whom everyone hates. It seems reasonable in theory, but it also makes people feel a chill for no reason.
One can't help but imagine what a miserable fate awaited someone who was the saintess's enemy if they fell into her hands.
Maggie didn't care how many people's impressions of her had changed; she simply handed the empty holy water bottle back to the nun in a nonchalant tone.
"Since he's useless to you, there's no need to keep him around."
Lilia seemed surprised by Maggie's decisiveness. She didn't care about Kron's life or death, but such a gruesome death was still chilling.
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