Under the emotional instigation of the Great Love Poet, Count Augustine was now more angry than afraid.

Evidently, that long period of sealing had accumulated an unimaginable amount of rage within him.

"Speaking of witches… I remember seeing in a magic book left behind by a witch that you are an exceptionally cruel vampire, who most enjoys taking the children of young mothers, draining their blood in front of them, and then savoring her anger, despair, and blood."

Lan Qi, as if having finally finished explaining things to the clergy, was now able to focus on Count Augustine, saying to him calmly.

His tone revealed neither joy nor anger, not even a hint of emotional fluctuation.

"So, you want to judge me?! Human!!"

Count Augustine seemed to understand Lan Qi's meaning, struggling with his last bit of strength to roar,

"You hypocritical, pitiful creatures, preaching justice while doing the same things as the villains you condemn! Can you truly say where I went wrong, and that you are entirely right?!"

Hearing Count Augustine's words, Hyperion was slightly stunned.

She didn't know how to refute Count Augustine.

In this chaotic and dark era, rules were a game that could be trampled on at will, and the strong did indeed have the power to uphold justice and judge right and wrong according to their own will.

If one wanted to deny the correctness of the strong ruling the weak, to break the rule of the blood clan, and to establish rules and order to protect the weak, one could not avoid repeating the law of the jungle, using violence to control violence, paving a bloody path. The essence of the process was no different from what the blood clan did, only that a stronger person was born to rule the blood clan in turn!

In this era, one could only be a tyrant; there was no path to becoming a benevolent emperor.

The three clergy members on the other side also couldn't find an answer.

If they were all thorough villains like the Rebirth Church, perhaps they would firmly believe that it was justified for humans to kill the blood clan.

But after hearing Count Augustine's words, they were also confused. Were they really violating benevolence while waving the banner of righteousness?

"..."

However.

A faint smile appeared on Lan Qi's face.

"I never said I wanted to uphold justice, nor did I assert that you are evil. I only believe that love can create miracles, and now I am using love to move you, hoping you can become kind and friendly."

His voice was full of compassion, as if wanting to give Count Augustine redemption.

"...?!"

Count Augustine, who had been somewhat tough, thinking Lan Qi was a righteous envoy, suddenly trembled.

When the enemy would still get riled up and argue with him about right and wrong, he could at least disrupt the enemy's mind through words.

But.

This time, what he encountered.

Seemed to be a complete madman.

It was impossible to reason with such a thing, and its mind would not be shaken by any enemy!

"Great Love Poet, come and help train Count Augustine."

Lan Qi said to his spiritual partner, the Great Love Poet.

"You've come to the right demon for this kind of thing; I guarantee I'll train him well!"

The Great Love Poet touched her dimples with her finger, her face full of sweet, happy smiles.

At the same time, Frey had mostly drawn Count Augustine's blood.

Lan Qi also dispelled the [Radiant Virtue] summons. Suddenly, the colors that seemed to have been forgotten in the bedroom were restored, the candlelight flickered slightly, casting a faint halo on the curtains, illuminating the wooden carvings on the head of the bed.

The portraits and tapestries on the walls appeared somewhat hazy in the dim light, as if the figures in the paintings were silently watching everything in the room, and the manuscripts and quill on the desk quietly awaited the return of their master.

"By the way, Count Augustine, did you just say that the blood clan lying on the bed is very weak?"

Lan Qi walked to the bedside, turned his head to look at Count Augustine, who was trying to open his eyes on the ground, and asked.

"...Isn't it?"

Although Count Augustine's heart was already filled with extremely ominous premonitions, this was his last bit of momentum, and he must not be frightened by these mere humans.

Lan Qi patted the mummy, asking as if in an interview:

"Earl Parokas, regarding Count Augustine's evaluation, as a senior, do you have anything to say?"

"Augustine, hello..."

The mummy's throat trembled, making a hoarse sound, but almost suffocated halfway through.

"...Earl?"

Count Augustine's eyes were full of fear and disbelief, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

That brief moment, the magic power fluctuations that radiated like a final burst of light, undoubtedly belonged to a blood clan of the Earl level!

Count Augustine's mind recalled the ring of Earl Parokas that Lan Qi had first shown him, and gradually understood everything.

Next, there was true despair.

Just looking at Earl Parokas, who was far stronger than him, living in such a living hell, Count Augustine's face turned pale due to both physiological and psychological reasons.

At this moment, he completely realized the danger he faced, and the fear approaching hell almost made him collapse.

However, everything was already too late, and there was no turning back.

All his confidence, all his arrogance, all his pride, shattered at this moment, and the mental blow made him unacceptable.

Like a balloon that had been blown up and burst, it shattered completely in an instant, and the light in his blood-colored pupils began to dissipate.

"Look how gentle and friendly Earl Parokas has become; this is the power of love."

Lan Qi had always been full of kindness towards Count Augustine, never having a trace of hostility.

"Listening to a word from Mr. Lan Qi is better than reading ten years of church books."

The executioner, paladin, and priest on the side watched all of this, as if they had learned something again, suddenly realizing.

After their practical skills had been improved in a series of ways, their faith was also sublimated at this moment, as if they had achieved a thorough understanding.

"So there is no right and wrong, no good and evil, only love is eternal, love is a miracle… Having understood the truth, we can no longer be shaken by evil creatures!"

"Count Augustine, come and join the glorious evolution."

The three clergy members, each holding tweezers, pliers, and a scalpel, could be seen even with their masks on, their smiling eyes narrowed into crescents.

Their temperament had completely become natural.

"No, don't!!"

Augustine's screams were like the most mournful curse in the abyss, piercing through the castle's thick stone walls, echoing in the night sky above the mountain.

Outside the castle, there was still that endless deep mountain forest and sea of clouds, and the moonlight shuttling through it.

The night was harmonious, and the bright light of the full moon sprinkled lightly on Lichtenstein Castle, giving this ancient castle a hazy and mysterious beauty.

The sun of the next day would still rise as usual.

Everything would become warm and beautiful again.

The towering spires and delicately carved window frames appeared even more tranquil at this time. The wind blew, and the leaves rustled in the jungle, as if preparing the castle's dreamy fairy tale for people.

Only the dim silhouettes on the curtains depicted an unspeakable ritual.

The scene of this shadow world came to an end in this finale.

...

Ikelite Academy.

At two o'clock in the morning, a few lonely stars flickered in the distant sky, and the deep outline of the Sage Academy's main building almost melted into the night. Only the windows of the conference room on the top floor were still lit.

The thin glass of the conference room reflected the constantly changing light and shadow of the magic screen. Whenever the screen flickered, the reflection from the window would jump in the night sky, finally disappearing into the vast night like a curtain call.

Most of the teachers had already left at this time, leaving only a few teachers still sitting at their respective round tables, watching.

Loren hadn't left until this moment.

He rested his chin on his interlocked fingers, watching the three clergy members in the picture, like in a behind-the-scenes segment, begin to deal with Count Augustine, with increasingly skilled techniques.

"...I'm not watching anymore, I won't watch Lan Qi's shadow world again next time. I don't care how he messes around; no matter who asks me, I don't know Lan Qi."

Finally, Loren pressed his hands on the table and stood up, his voice particularly tired, and walked out of the conference room.

But others knew.

Dean Loren was probably not tired, but numb.

Moreover, hearing even the most honest and reliable Dean Loren start to shirk responsibility, they always felt that there were signs of inhumanity in the Dean as well!

——

The second shadow world has come to an end. Tomorrow begins a new chapter in the real world!

I have been desperately adding updates at the beginning of this month, using up all my saved drafts, and my schedule has been turned upside down. Now I am desperately rushing to meet deadlines every day. Sometimes I finish writing at eight o'clock and post it at nine o'clock. It's not that I don't want to add more updates, it's just that I really can't manage it unless I don't sleep. Thinking about the plot for a brain-opening novel takes several times longer than writing it. Sometimes four thousand words take eight or nine hours. I'm really not a lazy dog; I've been desperately writing. I'll adjust my schedule and then add more updates with all my strength.

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