A Truly Fatal Blunder

Dracula crushed the bottle in his mouth, and the liquid that spilled out instantly sent blue smoke billowing from it. Even a genuine demon like Roy could barely withstand real Holy Water, much less Dracula. In almost an instant, half of Dracula's jaw had been dissolved away!

Dracula could not even scream. Some of the Holy Water had even flowed into his throat.

Van Helsing had escaped Dracula's control, but nearly all the weapons he could use had already been expended. All he could do was wait and see what the Holy Water would do.

One bottle of Holy Water had dealt Dracula a heavy blow, but it was only one bottle, and the amount was too little. After Dracula tore away the dissolved parts, his injuries actually began to slowly heal.

Faced with this sight, Van Helsing could only smile bitterly. He had reached the end of the road.

This was why Roy had killed Viken and Anna. He wanted to see what Van Helsing could do against Dracula without Viken to bite him and grant him the ability to transform into a werewolf.

If there truly was such a thing as a Main Theme—this so-called Protagonist Halo—then Van Helsing ought to erupt at the final moment and use Some Method to kill Dracula.

If that really happened, Roy would have to be careful. Whenever he entered other worlds in the future, he had better avoid provoking these protagonists too much...

Now that Van Helsing was out of options, Roy focused even more intently, wanting to see what would happen at the very end.

Yet what Roy never expected was that the restored Dracula, in a fit of rage, suddenly lunged forward, seized Van Helsing in his arms, bared his savage fangs, and bit down hard on his neck!

Van Helsing failed to dodge and was bitten squarely. As Dracula began sucking his blood with a slurping sound, Van Helsing's entire body went limp.

Roy's eyes widened at the sight. Th-this is it!?

Why didn't he erupt??

Tossing Van Helsing aside, Dracula spread his wings and burst into wild laughter, as though proclaiming his victory.

Roy waited a while longer, but Van Helsing still did not rise again. He could not help feeling baffled.

Then, at that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

Outside the castle, a vortex suddenly appeared in the pitch-black, rain-soaked sky. It churned, scattering the dark clouds until it revealed a circular opening. A beam of golden light shot down from that opening, piercing through the castle Rooftop and shining directly upon Van Helsing.

As that light enveloped him, the illusory radiant silhouette of a Six-Winged Angel appeared above Van Helsing's head!

The sight nearly scared Roy out of his wits. He thought some sort of Angel protection or Resurrection ultimate move had truly appeared!

Dracula was just as terrified. He was closest to it, and the golden beam descending from above made him feel an intense threat to his life. He immediately flapped his wings, intending to flee.

But the full-health revival of Van Helsing that they had imagined did not occur!

A golden speck appeared on Van Helsing's corpse. It was as small as a firefly, almost impossible to See Clearly. As soon as it appeared, it began slowly rising along with the golden beam, gradually accelerating.

At the sight, a flash of realization exploded through Roy's mind!

A soul! That golden speck was a soul! Van Helsing was truly dead!

Golden? This was... an Angel's soul!?

Roy was not the only one to realize it. When that golden soul appeared, Dracula also understood that he had truly killed Van Helsing. But the Angel soul hidden within Van Helsing's body was now being reclaimed by Heaven!

At that moment, Greed overwhelmed Dracula's mind. Instead of retreating, he advanced, reaching out in an attempt to seize that golden soul!

The moment his hand touched the golden soul, his entire arm turned to ashes. Golden light spread from his arm throughout his body at terrifying speed. Dracula did not even have time to react before, amid agonized howls, his entire body was melted into ash!

Heaven was reclaiming an Angel's soul. How could Dracula possibly lay a hand on it!?

Having witnessed Dracula Turn to Ashes with his own eyes, Roy should not have dared to covet that soul either. Yet for some reason, his Demon Body was sending out an intense instinctive urge. A thought kept echoing through his mind, telling him to take it! Take that soul!

The instincts of his body clashed constantly with his reason, leaving Roy hesitant to act. As a result, the golden soul rose faster and faster within the light, already passing through the castle Rooftop and flying outside!

Seeing this, Roy could no longer restrain himself. With a beat of his wings, he flew out of the darkness, burst through the roof, and pounced straight at the golden soul.

At that moment, everyone in Transylvania Town had been drawn by the golden light in the sky. They emerged from their homes one after another, standing in the rain and foolishly looking up at it. Some made the sign of the cross over their chests, while others had already fallen devoutly to their knees...

Then they saw a massive Demon suddenly appear in Mid-air. Illuminated by the pillar of light, the people could clearly See Clearly Roy's figure.

"Demon! That's a Demon!"

"Wh-what is it trying to do!?"

The people stared in stunned disbelief as Roy plunged into the pillar of light and grabbed something in Mid-air.

The instant the golden soul landed In Hand, Roy cried out in pain. The holy power contained within the pillar of light was acting upon his body, while the soul in his hand was scorching hot. Yet strangely, Roy was not burned to ashes like Dracula. Instead, he suddenly drew back his hand and actually pulled that golden soul out of the pillar of light!

The moment the speck of light was pulled out, the pillar of light in the sky vanished instantly, and the sky returned to pitch-black darkness.

Blue smoke with a burnt smell rose from Roy's hand, but the golden soul lay safely in his palm. Even Roy himself could not make sense of it. What is going on? Why could I really take this soul?

What Roy did not know was that the instinctive urge from his body had not come without reason!

Why had there always been tales in this world that Angels and Demons were true mortal enemies?

It was because only Angels could truly destroy Demons! And likewise, only Demons could take away the souls of Angels!

When Roy, a true Demon, made a move to seize that Angel's soul, the moment he gripped it, it was equivalent to severing the connection between the soul and Heaven. The holy-powered light lasted only a brief moment before disappearing, so he was not burned away entirely by holy power like Dracula.

This was a hidden talent of Demons, so it was no surprise that Roy had felt such an instinctive urge. It could be said that every Demon would feel this impulse upon seeing an Angel's soul.

Of course, there was another reason Roy had been able to snatch this soul from the pillar of light: the soul simply was not powerful enough...

Roy was not stupid. He quickly used the system to store the golden speck.

Within the system interface, the soul was displayed as [Sacred Soul Fragment]!

That was right. Angel souls were all displayed with the prefix "Sacred," but this soul was not whole. It was merely a Soul Fragment, one of the countless fragments separated from Archangel Gabriel's soul.

The ability to split one's soul into fragments was not exclusive to Demons. Angels could do it too! Just as Demons pursued souls through Abyss Gates across countless worlds, the Angels of Heaven also moved among those countless worlds. The difference was that Angels could not compare to the vast Demon Group in numbers, so they often used Soul Fragments to create incarnations of themselves to crusade against Demons.

Wherever Demons existed, Angels would inevitably exist as well. These countless worlds were, in truth, battlefields for Angels and Demons...

At this moment, Roy still did not know just how great a benefit he had obtained. No matter how small this fragment was, it was still one of Archangel Gabriel's Soul Fragments. If he brought it back to the Abyss World and the Great Demon Kings learned of it, they would likely pay an enormous price to trade for this Soul Fragment...

Of course, it might also bring Roy endless trouble...

And there it was—his first trouble had already arrived!

How could Archangel Gabriel fail to notice that he had suddenly lost contact with his Soul Fragment?

Thus, beneath the astonished gazes of the people of Transylvania Town, the heavy rain in the sky abruptly stopped. High in the night sky, a golden Magic Array suddenly appeared. As it slowly rotated, a sacred and majestic aura began to emanate...

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