The Fanatic's Entrance, a Mortal Enemy

Outside the Temple, it was already a sea of blood.

"Ah... Ahhh..."

The priest, covered in blood, stared in horror at the girl slowly approaching him, trembling as he backed away. The area in front of the Temple was now littered with the remains and fragments of corpses, and blood had smeared the once pristine white walls and floor, emitting a strong, pungent stench that was enough to make anyone feel dizzy.

"No, don't come any closer..."

At this moment, in the priest's eyes, that small figure was even more dangerous than the most terrifying demon. Hundreds of paladins and priests had already died at her hands, yet she seemed completely unharmed. Moreover, to the priest, that small figure even seemed to radiate a crimson light, a terrifying aura that seemed to burn with life, leaving only death.

"In the name of... in the name of the God of Justice... evil, evil..."

Before the pastor could finish speaking, a small, soft, and delicate white hand stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh dear, that's not good, big sister..."

That was a smile more adorable than an angel's, yet more terrifying than a demon's.

"The game isn't over yet? Try to escape a little harder..."

"Ah!!!"

A sharp pain accompanied Angela's voice. The priest felt a numbness in his right leg, and then lost consciousness.

"Hurry up, big sister! If you don't try to escape soon, your left leg will be next!"

Despite their seemingly innocent remarks, Angela's subordinates did not stop.

"Ugh!!"

His other leg was also broken off in the same way.

"So, where should we go next, left hand? Or right hand?"

"No, let me go, you demon, you demon...!!"

"I may release you if you wish."

Angela smiled brightly as she looked at the face before her, contorted with terror.

"However, you must personally defile the god you worship. How about this exchange? Just say, 'The God of Justice is a morally bankrupt pervert,' and Angela will let go, okay, big sister?"

"..."

"Oh dear, why is there a left hand here?"

Angela chuckled and turned her heel, and immediately, screams and the sound of bones breaking rang out beneath her feet.

"Where should we go next, big sister?"

"The God of Justice is..."

"Um?"

Facing Angela's bright red eyes, the pastor suddenly found courage from somewhere, raised her head, stared at Angela without fear, and shouted.

"The great God of Justice will not let a wicked monster like you escape punishment!! Die under the curse of the great god, monster... Ah!!!!"

"Humans really are animals that only talk and don't understand listening."

Angela withdrew her foot, sat back down on the pastor, and pressed her fan against the pastor's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"But don't worry, I have a very broad mind. I can forgive your ignorance for such an offense... However, you will need to make amends... Hehehe... Your blood will surely taste delicious."

As she spoke, Angela chuckled softly, then slowly moved closer to the priest's neck.

"I don't dislike the blood of stubborn women; the fiery sensation, like vodka, is quite a refreshing change, isn't it?"

"Let me go, you demon. Let me go..."

Even though the priest struggled desperately, she was no match for Angela in her current state of having lost her limbs. She could only watch helplessly as Angela approached her, and could only let out helpless cries. Just then, the priest seemed to sense something. She looked up, and in her lifeless eyes, there was only a flash of cold white light.

"Whoosh!!"

Angela stopped moving.

Because at this moment, her original prey had been pierced through the head by a long sword and was completely dead.

"Snort!!"

Angela snorted coldly and quickly retreated. Then, she saw a paladin among the corpses, holding a glowing longsword.

"Is it you? Is it you, you piece of trash, who disturbed my pleasure and stole my food?"

"The ugly undead."

The paladin stared coldly at Angela, a slight smirk playing on his lips. The longsword in his hand shone even brighter, and his eyes burned with a fanatical flame.

"Before the light of our great God, there exists such an ugly and filthy creature as you! How unclean! How ominous! How filthy!!! A corpse should die like a corpse, rotting and turning to dust. This is the only fate for you undead, no, you worthless trash, garbage, lowly worms! Die like excrement under the light of God, evaporate like blood and urine!! Sow!!! In the name of the Lord, I sentence you to death!!!"

"Hehehe... hehehe... hahahaha, hahahahahahahaha!!"

Looking at the paladin before her, Angela suddenly let out a sharp laugh, her eyes growing even redder.

"How amusing! For centuries, for centuries no one has dared to speak to me like that. Very well, quite bold, fanatic, paladin, paladin! How amusing! Such amusing toys as fanatics are what I desire, you boar!!"

A red light flashed.

Angela's sharp nails became even sharper than blades, and she pounced on the paladin before her like lightning. Facing the overwhelming killing intent, the paladin did not retreat. He roared and swung his sword forward, slashing at the unstoppable red light! White and red collided instantly, unleashing a violent explosion and aura. Even the earth could not withstand the collision of this terrifying power and began to tremble. The shattered corpses had already been swept up by the storm and scattered all around.

When the storm subsided, the two figures stood there as if frozen in time.

The paladin's glowing longsword plunged deep into Angela's shoulder, but did not go any further. For just before that, Angela's right hand had pierced his chest.

"Huff huff huff... Trash is trash, waste is waste. You lowly creatures, even humans, dare to provoke me?!"

Angela coldly withdrew her right hand, attempting to leave. But at that moment, the person who should have been dead also let out a cold laugh.

"Hey hey hey... Do you really think that a vile monster like you could kill me, who is blessed by God?!"

With renewed force, the longsword continued its relentless slash down along its unfinished trajectory.

A petite figure flashed by, Angela coldly stared at the paladin before her. Her left hand had been severed from her shoulder. The man, who should have been pierced through the heart, stood there, still full of life. The bowl-sized wound on his chest healed instantly. At the same time, an unparalleled divine glory erupted from the man's body.

"I am the knight blessed by the gods!! Sera Henderson!! No matter what kind of undead monster it may be, it will enter utter death through my hands!!"

"You? You lowly boar who licks God's ass, dare to challenge me?"

The severed arm turned into black blood, which swirld and danced in the air, then gathered again at the point of Angela's fracture, restoring her to her original form.

"With your light, which is less than one ten-thousandth the brightness of the sun, how dare you challenge me, the noblest noblewoman in the darkness?!"

Angela clenched her fist suddenly.

"Utterly rude and lowly human! Do not forget your place; let your death bear the consequences of your sins!!!"

The battle has begun again.

White and red, a battle between evil and holiness.

Angela charged forward in a rage, undeterred by the enemy's swords and blades, tearing at his limbs. Fingers, ears, nose, palms, elbows, shoulders, chest, ribs, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, heart—all were ripped apart and pulverized. An ordinary person would have long since been reduced to minced meat in this frenzied red storm. But Henderson did not die. When his heart was pierced, he severed Angela's left foot; when his heart was ripped out, he pierced Angela's right hand; when his liver was torn out, he severed Angela's left arm.

The sound of weapons clashing rang out once more.

Angela's head and Henderson's head flew into the air at the same time; one severed the other's head with lightning speed, while the other beheaded the other with a sharp, holy longsword.

Hehehe... hehehe...

"Hi hi hi... hi hi hi hi hi..."

Transformed into blood flowers and white feathers, the two heads that had been flying in the air disappeared again, reappearing in their original positions.

"How interesting, how very interesting! I've never seen anyone in all these long years dare to fight me like this."

"So that's how it is, sow. You're not just an ordinary undead monster."

The two, their eyes bloodshot with rage, stared at each other with equally ferocious gazes and twisted smiles. Their murderous aura filled the entire space; anything else, even just inhaling the air within, would surely die.

"Boar, you lowly human, I bestow upon you the honor of being asked, what is your name?"

"Sera Henderson, this is the only salvation the gods have given you, the only mercy the gods have shown you. You blood-stained, sinful, and wicked undead monster, what is your name? You are more than just an ordinary zombie."

"Listen carefully, you lowly boar. My name is Angela Christie... This is your gift to Hell. Accept it with gratitude."

"These are my words, monster. In this sacred Temple, purification is your only way out. Arrogance will be your fatal flaw, pride your sin. Humility and acceptance of the divine calling are the only things you can do."

"What an amusing lecture."

Angela snapped open her fan and lightly covered her mouth. Then, in the next instant, her eyes widened suddenly.

"Don't think that just because you possess this meager divine power, you can compare yourself to me! I am a noblewoman of the darkness, the highest among vampires. Humans are nothing but crawling insects beneath my feet. It is you idiots who lack manners and are arrogant, who don't even know your own place and dare to provoke me! What do you think this place is?"

With that, Angela gracefully waved her hand, stirring up a bloody storm around them.

"This is a battlefield, a paradise of corpses and blood. Will your god truly appear here? No... I should say, what a foolish declaration it is that you would even consider killing me here. I will show you now."

Evil.

Dark.

Fresh blood.

Die.

The mixed aura began to gather towards Angela, and even the Holy Light emanating from Henderson weakened. Faced with this strange scene, Henderson did not attack immediately. In any case, their previous probing had already proven that both were monsters that could not be killed by ordinary means, so whether to attack or not made no difference.

The red and black mist dissipated, and Angela's voice came again, but unlike before, it was now filled with an alluring coldness and obvious pleasure.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting toy. Although I'd love to play with you a little longer, my master's orders cannot be disobeyed. Our game ends here."

As Angela spoke, the thick red and black fog dissipated, and standing there was no longer the little girl. The radiant and breathtakingly beautiful young woman reappeared on the battlefield.

"Die, monster!!!"

Henderson shouted loudly, leaped into the air, and brought his longsword down with a divine light.

Faced with this earth-shattering aura, Angela didn't even raise her eyes. She simply let out a casual low shout.

"Impale!"

The blood that had been congealed on the ground suddenly began to dance, forming countless crimson spears that shot into the air. Henderson, who was slashing downwards, didn't dodge at all, charging straight at the hundreds of crimson spears on the ground—and was immediately pierced through his entire body by this forest of blood-red spears.

"Hmph, that's all it is."

Two blood-red spears pierced the paladin's feet, through his shoulders, one into his groin, and out from the top of his head. Dozens more wounds pierced his arms and body. Impaled by the blood-red spears, the hanging paladin fell silent.

"While I can't agree with Lord Dracula's tastes, I have to admit, it's quite an interesting move."

Walking up to Henderson, Angela stretched out her fingers, gently stroked him, and then gouged them into his eye socket. After a moment, Angela closed her eyes and pulled her fingers out of the bloody eye hole.

What an adorable family.

She gazed at that pale, bloodless face and chuckled softly.

"You think it's over just because you insulted me? That's far too simplistic. Only a happy family is worth destroying."

"You..."

Although the holy light had been lost, the paladin still managed to utter a faint sound.

"For your disrespect towards me, I will punish you. Your parents will die like insects, and your wife and daughter will endure a thousand humiliations. I truly hope their bellies can drink that much milk. If men aren't enough, I'll use animals... Well then, so be it. Even you will need quite some time to escape my forest of blood and gore. After that, you can go home and enjoy the play I've prepared for you."

Hundreds of bats flew in and enveloped Angela's body.

"Then, let's meet again on some battlefield. I hope you'll like my gift, fanatic, Henderson..."

As the bats departed, Angela's figure also vanished.