Chapter 180 Love Can Create Miracles

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

Clearly, the long period of sealing had accumulated an unimaginable amount of rage within him.

"Speaking of witches... I recall reading in a magical book left behind by a witch that you are an exceptionally cruel vampire, one who delights in taking the children of young mothers, draining their blood before their very eyes, and then savoring their anger, despair, and blood."

Lan Qi spoke calmly to Count Augustine, as if he had finally finished his work with the clergy and could now devote his attention to the Count.

His tone revealed neither joy nor anger, not even a flicker of emotion.

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

Count Augustine seemed to understand Lan Qi's meaning, and roared while struggling with the last of his strength,

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

Upon 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 to be trampled upon at will, and the strong indeed had the power to uphold justice and judge right and wrong according to their own will.

If they 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, they could not avoid repeating the law of the jungle, using violence to control violence, opening a bloody path, the essence of which was no different from what the blood clan did, except that a stronger person was born to rule the blood clan in turn!

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

The three clergy members on the other side were equally unable to find an answer.

If they were all complete villains like the Revival Church, they might firmly believe that it was right and proper for humans to kill blood clans.

But now, after hearing Count Augustine's words, they were also confused. Were they doing something against benevolence and righteousness while waving the banner of benevolence and righteousness?

"..."

However.

A slight 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 influence you, hoping you can become kind and friendly."

His voice was full of pity, as if wanting to offer Count Augustine salvation.

"...?!"

Count Augustine, who had initially been somewhat tough and thought Lan Qi was a crusader for justice, suddenly trembled.

When an enemy was still agitated and arguing with him about right and wrong, he could at least disrupt the enemy's mind through words.

But.

This time, he encountered...

...Seemed to be a complete madman.

There was no reasoning with such a being, and its mind would not be swayed by any enemy!

"Great Poet of Love, please help train Count Augustine."

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

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

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

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

Lan Qi also canceled the summoning of [Radiant Virtue]. Instantly, 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 and shadows, and the figures in those paintings seemed to be silently watching everything in the room, the manuscripts and quills on the desk waiting quietly for the return of their master.

"Oh, right, 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 and asked Count Augustine, who was trying hard to open his eyes on the ground.

"...Isn't he?"

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

Lan Qi patted the mummy and asked, as if conducting an interview:

"Count Palokas, what would you like to say as a senior about Count Augustine's assessment?"

"Augustine, hello..."

The mummy's throat trembled, and he made a hoarse sound, but almost choked to death halfway through speaking.

"...Count?"

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

The magical power fluctuation emitted by that brief moment of final radiance undoubtedly belonged to a count-level blood clan!

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

Next, there was true and utter despair.

Just looking at Count Palokas, who was far stronger than him, in this living-dead state, Count Augustine's face turned pale due to both physical and psychological reasons.

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

However, everything was already too late to salvage.

All his confidence, all his arrogance, all his pride, were shattered at this moment, and the mental blow made him unable to accept it.

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

"Look how gentle and friendly Count Palokas has become. This is the power of love."

Lan Qi was full of goodwill towards Count Augustine from beginning to end, without a trace of hostility.

"Listening to Mr. Lan Qi for a word is better than reading the church's books for ten years."

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

After their practical skills had been greatly improved, their faith was also sublimated at this moment, as if everything had been connected.

"So there is no right and wrong, no good and evil, only love is eternal, love is a miracle... Having understood the true meaning, we can no longer be shaken by the evil side!"

"Count Augustine, come join the glorious evolution."

The three clergy members, holding tweezers, pliers, and scalpels in their hands respectively, even with masks on, one could see their smiling eyes narrowed into crescents.

Their temperament had completely become natural.

"No, don't!!"

Augustine's scream was like the most mournful curse in the abyss, piercing through the thick stone walls of the castle and resounding in the night sky above the mountain.

Outside the castle, there was still the boundless, deep mountain forest and sea of clouds, and the moonlight shuttling through them.

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

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

Everything will 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 silhouette on the curtains depicted an unspeakable ritual.

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

...

Ikrit Academy.

At two o'clock in the morning, a few lonely stars flickered in the distant sky, and the deep outline of the Sage's main building almost disappeared 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 of the window jumped in the night sky, and finally disappeared into the vast night like a curtain call.

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

Loren hadn't left until now.

He supported his chin with his fingers crossed, watching the three clergy members in the picture, like outtakes, start to deal with Count Augustine, with a skilled technique from being new to experienced.

"...I'm not watching anymore. I won't watch Lan Qi's shadow world next time. I don't care how he messes around with it, and 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 door.

But others knew.

Dean Loren might not be tired, but numb.

And hearing that even the most honest and honest Dean Loren had begun to evade responsibility, they always felt that there seemed to be some inhuman signs in the dean!

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The second shadow world has ended, and a new real-world chapter will begin tomorrow!

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