The Blood Moon Rises (5.5K) (continued)

Not only are the humans in the Shadow Garden rare, but they also belong to the Greek alphabet family.

Shadow Hunters in Shadow Garden are divided into two types: one is by number, such as Victoria, number 559, which generally represents the captain and ordinary members.

The other is the Greek alphabet.

These are usually officers of the Shadow Garden, such as the instructors in charge of training new recruits in Lambda, who are usually appointed by Alpha.

Of course, the seven from Alpha to Ita were personally appointed by him and were located at the pinnacle of the Shadow Garden.

"They're both quite capable, so I brought them along on this mission. Also, Number 559 really wants to see you."

Alpha forcefully pressed his head back down and continued kneading it.

"Is that so..."

Forced to Mahiro a couch potato, Mahiro gave up the struggle.

"Yes, Mahiro, I have longed to see you again ever since that day. Thank you, Lord Alpha, for fulfilling my wish!"

"Then you'd better keep up the good work!"

"Yes, Mahiro!"

I was encouraged by Mahiro- sama...

Victoria was so excited that her body trembled slightly, and a blush rose to her face.

"Alright, let's stop here. Let's talk about the information regarding the Crimson Tower."

As night fell, Mahiro forced himself out of his slump and sat up.

Although the group felt quite disappointed and still wanted more, they suppressed their thoughts and obeyed his orders to do serious business first.

The master of the Crimson Tower is named Elizabeth, the vampire princess who destroyed three kingdoms in one night a thousand years ago, the legendary [Blood Queen].

This is what Alpha reported.

However, besides that, there's even more explosive news—

"[The Blood Queen] Elizabeth is also a [Demonic Possession], Mahiro, Lord Shinhiro?"

Alpha stared intently at him.

"I didn't expect you to guess it..."

"Yes. The various documents I investigated before were just guesses and not certain, but after considering your movements, I can be sure now."

Mahiro has always been dedicated to saving girls who are tormented by Demonic Possession, and Alpha is well aware of this and is deeply moved by it.

Being able to lend a helping hand to complete strangers.

"Well, you're right. Elizabeth, the progenitor of vampires, is indeed Demonic Possession like you, but the blood flowing through her veins is not that of the Three Heroes, but that of the Diabolos." Mahiro said, shrugging.

"What?!"

Epsilon was so shocked that he covered his mouth and his eyes widened slightly.

The heir to the blood of the Diabolos...

He's also Demonic Possession?

What exactly is Curse of Diabolos?!

"Yes, that's right, Alpha, do you remember what I said to you when we first met?"

"I remember you said back then, 'The reason it's a fairy tale is naturally because it has a prototype story.' But what does this have to do with Diabolos?"

"Alpha, you're so adorably stupid."

Mahiro and stroked Alpha's long hair, a hint of seriousness slowly creeping onto his face. He said, "What if the legendary Diabolos isn't the villain from fairy tales?"

"Don't the three heroes represent justice either?"

These were arguably the most shocking and thought-provoking words that everyone present heard.

The legendary three heroes are not necessarily righteous, and Diabolos is not necessarily a villain...

So what is the truth?!

"Well, what I said was just a guess. You'll have to investigate that hidden history yourselves to find out what it really is."

However, one thing is certain: all these secrets are hidden within the cult.

Elizabeth did indeed possess the bloodline of Diabolos, but during the long process of bloodline inheritance, an unknown mutation occurred, evolving into a completely new race—the vampire.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Mahiro stood up and walked step by step to the balcony, gazing at the deep red tower next to it and the full moon hanging in the night sky.

"The moon is very red tonight."

Unlike the usual bright moon, tonight a crimson moon appears in the sky.

"That's right, because [the Blood Queen] Elizabeth is about to awaken from her thousand-year slumber."

The Snow Woman stood up, swished her tail, and walked gracefully towards Mahiro, explaining:

"Crimson, who was once the left hand of the progenitor of vampires, attempted to awaken the sleeping Elizabeth. So I followed your orders and assisted him. Now Crimson has prepared the sacrifice and is just waiting for the moment when the Red Moon descends."

Everything will be as you wish.

"Yes, I know. Because I can smell it..."

Upon hearing this, the Snow Woman Maiden, who was about to step to his side, suddenly froze, and not only her, but everyone else also trembled.

He quickly lowered his head and sniffed himself.

They thought that what Mahiro said about smelling something was wrong, and that it was just a strange smell on themselves.

But Mahiro, with her back to them, didn't notice this and continued:

"Gentlemen, I can smell it! The stench of ghouls emanating from this Lawless City, the putrid smell of blood seeping from the filthy sewers—this is the smell of war!"

Mahiro slowly opened her arms, welcoming the night breeze that was blowing in her face.

Listen to the wails echoing from the Lawless City.

"Very good..."

The group breathed a sigh of relief and patted their chests lightly.

As long as it's not a strange smell coming from your own body, it's fine.

"The blood moon is about to descend. Don't you think this is a perfect opportunity?"

"Yes, Master. This is indeed the best time to hunt down the progenitor of vampires."

The Snow Woman nestled behind him and spoke softly.

"Hunting?"

Mahiro smiled and shook his head. "This is not a hunt, but a rescue. I will lead them into the 'Land of Rest'."

His gaze drifted down from the tower.

My gaze was fixed on a person who was hurrying by.

A swordsman dressed in jet-black clothing, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with a slender figure and red hair casually flowing behind him.

He was drawing his sword at the moment, slaying the vampires enhanced by the Red Moon.

"Mahiro..."

Victoria, number 559, knelt on the bed like a saint, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest, her eyes shining as she gazed at Mahiro's back.

Epsilon is a sight to behold, a place of longing and anticipation.

It was as if I were witnessing a deity.

Undeterred by filth and the condemnation of the world, they resurrected a calamity from a thousand years ago, intending to save it...

Such a figure, such ideals, such achievements.

They are worthy of the name of a god!

All other gods are illusions; only Mahiro is the one true god in this world!!!

"Alright, gentlemen, let's begin the operation."

"Yes! Everything is as you wish, we will spare no effort!"

The people of the White Tower and the Shadow Garden have begun their operation.

Due to the influence of the Red Moon, the streets of the Lawless City are now engulfed in flames, and ghouls, who are usually weak and frail, are now wandering the streets in droves.

It descended into chaos like a calamity, becoming tyrannical and hunting down the people of the Lawless City.

All of this was observed by someone atop the crimson tower.

He was a man with a handsome face and wine-red hair combed back.

He resembled a legendary vampire Earl.

"Red Moon... hasn't it started yet...?"

Crimson looked up at the full moon in the sky; although its color was currently a dark red, it wasn't enough.

The best time to resurrect Queen Elizabeth is when the full moon is at its brightest.

"Lord Crimson, the preparations for the sacrifice are complete."

"Hmm... how's the suppression operation in the city going?"

"Everything went smoothly as planned. However..."

"Only?"

Crimson turned his head, his bewitching crimson eyes fixed on his subordinate who seemed hesitant to speak.

The subordinate continued speaking, his voice trembling with fear at his gaze.

"However... there have been unexpected acts of resistance in some areas."

"No, the Magic Swordsman Association is already struggling to escape the ghouls' siege. The main problem is that 'Tyrant' Juggernaut of the Black Tower is heading this way. Also, 'Fox Spirit' Snow Woman has left the White Tower, and it seems her destination is also here."

"It's them..."

Crimson frowned as he looked down at the lawless city below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The rulers of the "Pure White Tower," the "Fox Spirit" Snow Woman, and the rulers of the "Dark Tower," the "Tyrant" Juggernaut, are arguably the two who give Crimson the biggest headache.

Although he didn't want to admit it, both of them were indeed stronger than him.

But right now...

"They're nothing but a rabble... We don't need to pay any attention to that brute Juggernaut. As for the 'Fox Spirit' Snow Woman, does that foolish woman think she can submit to Queen Elizabeth just by offering assistance?"

Little did they know, she was the perfect bait to catch the Queen when she awoke!

"Ah, no... Crimson, there seems to be a young man accompanying the 'Fox Spirit' Snow Woman, who appears to be of higher status..."

The subordinate spoke cautiously.

"It's fine, let them do whatever they want."

With a flick of his cloak, Crimson turned and went back into the tower, approaching a coffin placed in the center of the room.

He gently pressed his palm against the coffin lid, stroking it lightly.

"My dearest Queen... we will soon be able to rule the world..."

The "Red Moon" has begun.

All that remains is for the Queen to be resurrected; no matter how many people come, they will ultimately perish in a sea of blood!

At the same time.

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

The scarlet female swordsman Mary, was panting heavily.

The black coat had turned dark red from the bloodstains, and drops of blood were still dripping from the hem.

"How can there be so many...?"

Mary leaned against the wall of the alley, quickly regaining her strength, while deep inside the alley, corpses were already piled up like mountains.