Please Take In This Lost Soul

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Upon hearing the system notification, Russell looked up and saw a thin, vigorous old man with a full head of silver hair meticulously combed, exuding an aristocratic air.

Although he had a decent appearance, he exuded a sinister aura, and one look at him was enough to tell that he was no good person.

"Viktor!"

Upon seeing the enemy who had killed his wife and children, Lucian immediately let out a low roar, reflexively releasing an astonishing killing intent from his body. Instantly, a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Stunned by the astonishing killing intent, Viktor bared his fangs and growled in response to Lucian's provocation, then taunted, "Lucian, after all these years of hiding, have you even abandoned the dignity of a wolf chieftain?"

"Dignity!?"

Lucian, bewildered, retorted defiantly, "I don't care about dignity as long as I can kill you!"

"Hmph, that's not what I meant..."

Viktor stretched out his hand and pointed precisely at Russell among the hundreds of people. "Whether vampires or Werewolf, they are all creatures favored by darkness. As the leader of the Werewolf clan, you are willing to become a lackey of the Church. I find it utterly despicable!"

The Werewolf team's formation was clearly centered around Russell, with Russell being protected as well.

Viktor seasoned veteran, thought he could use this to sow discord. After all, Werewolf were used to being arrogant, and while Lucian was willing to be a lackey of the Church, other Werewolf might not be so.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent. Viktor's lips curled into a slight smile as he waited for the dog-eat-dog show to begin.

But Lucian's answer nearly made his jaw drop, and he thought he was hallucinating.

"It is an honor for the Werewolf clan to be the priest's lackey..."

As he spoke, Lucian knelt down on the ground. "Father, please take us lost souls in."

"Lucian, are you crazy?"

Viktor's eyes bulged, convinced that Lucian must have rabies; otherwise, his Werewolf would surely rebel if their leader were so subservient.

However, there was no rebellion; hundreds of Werewolf knelt down in unison. "Father, please take us in."

In the hall, hundreds of people were packed together in a dark mass, creating a spectacular scene. It's best not to mention those who haven't transformed yet. What Viktor couldn't accept was that the black-haired Werewolf, who was over two meters tall, was kneeling and even Wagging Tail.

Damn it, you're a wolf, why are you Wagging Tail?

"Don't do that. I'm leaving in a few days. I don't take on any followers." Russell shook his head and sighed. He didn't want to show off, but outstanding people shine wherever they go, and it's impossible for them to keep a low profile.

Something was off. Viktor squinted at Russell, who was dressed in a black priest's robe with a Cross necklace around his neck. Although he looked presentable, he exuded a sinister aura. One look was enough to tell that this guy was no good.

Is this man really a priest?

Viktor was a little confused, but he was certain that Russell had a reason to make the Werewolf willingly submit.

Formidable strength, or perhaps an astonishing background!

Viktor's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil. He glanced at Amelia beside Russell and immediately said, "Elder Amelia, I have killed Brian, who tried to harm you. I know you are still dissatisfied, but the vampire clan's internal affairs should not involve Werewolf."

Although he knew the chances were slim, Viktor still wanted to try and win Amelia over so she could cover his retreat later.

Amelia smiled contemptuously, grabbing Russell's arm and trapping him in the ominous shadow. Vampires or Werewolf, it was none of her business now; she had only one target.

Go to... heaven!

Seeing Amelia practically throwing herself at him, Viktor cursed her under his breath, then glanced at Selene and his heart skipped a beat. "Selene, even you betrayed me?"

The Moon Goddess's face was covered in frost as she coldly said, "I just want to know if you were the one who killed my people back then?"

"Oh, it seems you already know!"

Viktor did not deny it. His sharp eyes swept across the entire room. He drew his Knight Sword from his waist and said in a stern voice, "I am Viktor, an elder of the vampire clan. I have led the vampire clan for 1,400 years. I have fought countless battles in my life and have never been defeated. Even if you all want to kill me, what can you do about it?"

The Knight Sword hummed softly. Viktor, facing a hundred men alone, showed no fear. His eyes widened in fury as he thrust his longsword down, the tip plunging into the ground. Then, with a thud, he knelt on the ground.

"Father, please take me in, you lost soul!"

Viktor knelt down without hesitation. There was no other way; there were too many people on the other side, and if he didn't kneel, he would die. He was most afraid of dying.

Dumb and silly...

The hall was deathly silent. What happened to your vow to never yield? You are the most powerful person in the vampire clan, how come your knees are so weak?

Behind Viktor, ten vampire warriors stood dumbfounded, clearly demonstrating why they were his underlings.

Lucian recovered from his shock, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly looked at Russell: "Father, you must not believe Viktor's words. He is only willing to submit to you to save his life."

"It doesn't matter, the Lord never rejects a believer who has gone astray and returned to the right path..." Russell's first sentence made Lucian's face turn pale, but the second half reassured him. "However, I don't know if he can receive the Lord's forgiveness, so... please take him to meet the Lord!"

If you have a grievance, seek justice; if you have a grudge, avenge it!

Having understood the meaning behind Russell's words, Lucian nodded deeply and turned to rush towards Viktor.

"Roar roar roar————"

Lucian's skin turned blue, his muscles swelled, and he grew more than ten centimeters taller. A sharp blade shot out from his sleeve and he engaged Viktor, who was caught off guard.

Lucian's new look startled Viktor. After a brief exchange, he realized he was no match for him. His attributes were suppressed in every way, and he soon found himself at a disadvantage, only able to rely on his rich combat experience to maneuver.

Unable to contain her anger, Selene transformed into her mixed-race form and joined the battle. When Michael saw the goddess join the fight, he realized this was a good opportunity to curry favor and rushed forward after her.

The three perfectly mixed-race individuals battled Viktor. Even though Michael was just a bystander and didn't actually launch any attacks, merely acting as Selene's meat shield, the battle was still one-sided, even overwhelming.

In just a few rounds, Viktor was caught screaming as Lucian severed his sword-wielding hands.

Lucian's original plan was to let Viktor die in the sun, to let him experience that excruciating pain. However, he clearly overestimated himself. Faced with the enemy who killed his beloved, he couldn't bear it until dawn. He plunged the blade directly into Viktor's heart, twisted it a few times, and tore it apart.

Rumble!!

Just then, another unexpected event occurred. The walls of the hall were violently smashed open, Marcus, a vampire elder with bat wings on his back and a ferocious, terrifying face, rushed out.

"Damn Viktor, what kind of men did you choose? That bastard Klein actually dared to rebel..."

Marcus roared repeatedly, but upon seeing the half-dead Viktor and the three blue-skinned mixed-race individuals, his face twitched. Then, under the intense gaze of hundreds of people in the hall, he silently flapped his wings and turned away, his face still bearing the apologetic expression of having entered the wrong room.

"Close the door! Unleash the dogs!"