The Sleeping Hills

Late at night.

The enormous moon shone with a beautiful, pure white light, enveloping everything in a deep white curtain. This was a time when all things slumbered; even the most wicked creatures of the night would fall into peaceful contemplation rather than slaughter.

Nestled atop the hills, Xiernas is a beautiful and prosperous town. Meltwater from the mountains flows down, providing them with clear, cool, and delicious water. Though not bustling, it is a peaceful place for its inhabitants. There are no goblins, trolls, or even bandits. Despite its remote location, it remains largely unnoticed. Everyone living here is content with their lives. In fact, for these simple farmers, the sight of vast fields of golden wheat rippling in the breeze is the greatest reward.

The sentry stood atop the tower, leaning against his spear and squinting. Years of comfortable living had seeped into their very bones; for these men, the greatest threat was nothing more than the old bear lurking in the nearby forest. And that was why the sentry did not see the sliver of darkness that pierced the sky.

Hundreds of bats, their shadowy forms, flew through the wooden fence that was only two people high, circling and dancing in the town that had fallen into a deep sleep.

Hanmo closed the holy book in his hands and prayed softly. He had been sent here as a priest for several years, and the town's beauty and peace had captivated him. This had led this once young and ambitious middle-aged priest to choose a path he had never imagined when he entered the Temple. He had imagined himself wielding holy symbols, striking down evil with heroic might. But what was all this for? Wasn't it all for the peace, happiness, and fulfillment he now enjoyed?

With gratitude in his heart, Hanmo began to pray devoutly, closing his eyes and sincerely offering his fervor to the God of Justice.

Therefore, he did not notice the shadows swirling and scattering outside the window.

"Snap."

A soft sound interrupted Hanmo's prayer. But the priest did not rise immediately. He first prayed to God in his heart for forgiveness for his rudeness before opening his eyes and ending his prayer.

Who is it?

He turned his head and asked, but received no response.

This didn't frighten the pastor. After all, the town had been peaceful for so long; there was no way it could be dangerous. If Hanmo had to explain it with his characteristic humor, it would probably be that "even the rats were divinely inspired to thank the gods for providing them with enough food to survive." With this thought in mind, Hanmo left his room and went into the not-so-spacious church. He looked around but didn't see anyone. This was understandable; it was already late at night, and even the pastor himself was planning to rest, let alone the exhausted farmers who had already worked all day.

Or perhaps it really is a rat.

Duty compelled Hanmo to carefully inspect the doors and windows again, and only after confirming that everything was in order did he stand up and breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it's because I'm too tired.

Thinking this, Hanmo turned around—and then stood frozen in place.

Soft moonlight streamed through the church's stained-glass windows into the sacred hall. Under that light, the statue of the God of Justice stood tall, exuding an unyielding majesty. Beside it, however, a young girl appeared unexpectedly. She wore only a sliver of silver armor, her long black hair and eyes sparkling with a playful, adorable smile. Without needing confirmation, Hanmo immediately knelt. As a devout priest, how could he not know the origin of this girl? In the temple of the God of Justice, the heroine who had represented the God of Justice of God of Justice in resisting evil and ultimately sacrificing herself so bravely—a story told countless times—was known throughout the church. She was the most representative idol in the hearts of all believers of the God of Justice ...

"Your Majesty!"

Although Hanmo himself felt that the name was somewhat inappropriate, he was so tense that he was almost unaware of what he was saying.

"I... oh no... Your Majesty... you..."

"Don't be so nervous."

The girl spoke softly, her voice so beautiful, as tranquil and serene as the tinkling of a spring.

"You have done well, Hanmo. The God of Justice has always been watching your work. Look, this beautiful, peaceful town, isn't it thanks to your efforts that it radiates such dazzling Divine Radiance? Don't you see the joyful smiles on the faces of those farmers as they work hard? All of this is thanks to you, devout priest. It is because of your prayers that these people can live such peaceful lives. You should be proud of this."

"Oh... oh... almighty God... God of Justice..."

Hearing the saintess's words directly affirm his faith, Hanmo nearly fainted from excitement. All he could do now was kneel on the ground, letting hot tears stream down his face. He had received the highest honor he could possibly possess. This was affirmation from the god he believed in; what could be more important than this? Hanmo sobbed silently, letting the overwhelming emotions of excitement wash over him. His previously composed demeanor had vanished, replaced by tears of overwhelming emotion.

"Your Holiness, thank you so much..."

"I have come here today in accordance with the will of the God of Justice, and not merely to deliver a message."

As she spoke, the girl shifted her posture, revealing her long, snow-white legs, which exuded an alluring charm. Hanmo but look up, but quickly lowered his head again. In his view, even looking at the holy maiden before him was a desecration.

"Don't be so nervous, lift your head and look at me."

The girl smiled softly, and the power in her words made Hanmo raise his head to look at the legendary saintess before him.

Black hair, black eyes—yes, she was even more beautiful than she had imagined...

"In fact, I have another important mission here today."

As she spoke, the girl slightly composed herself.

"Hanmo, the God of Justice greatly admires your piety, and therefore, he has specially sent me to reward you... to accompany you through a wonderful night."

"Oh... this..."

Upon hearing those words, Hanmo's mind went completely blank; he had almost no energy left to think about what was going on.

"I..."

"Come here quickly..."

The girl stretched out an arm, pointing towards Hanmo. However, faced with such irresistible temptation, Hanmo hesitated, shook his head, and even took a step back.

"No, I cannot. Your Highness, I cannot defile you..."

How can this be considered a defilement?

A relaxed, cheerful, and gentle smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Everything in the world has its own laws. Everyone desires to continue life, and they give birth to their offspring. Is that something unclean? God has allowed me to bear you a child as a gift. She will be the best gift God can give you. Don't you want her? Don't you want to accept such a gift? That child will bear a heavy responsibility. She will fight to defeat evil and promote light and justice. Don't you want to help God and accept this great and sacred mission?"

"Of course I would!!"

Hanmo answered reflexively, but his face quickly turned red.

"But, I..."

"It doesn't matter..."

Without realizing it, Hanmo found himself standing beside the saintess, whose faint fragrance was as alluring as a moon flower.

"I will guide you..."

When the girl grasped Hanmo's hand and guided it between her legs, Hanmo finally lost all his last shred of reason.

"Hahaha... hahaha... I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore...!!"

Angela over, desperately trying to suppress the urge to burst into laughter.

"Although I've long believed that humans are beings without any moral boundaries, I'm still amazed that they won't even spare stone statues..."

Through the glass window, one could clearly see the naked priest, breathing heavily, engaging in depraved and filthy acts before the god he once worshipped.

"Miss Angela, although I have witnessed the powerful abilities of Vampire Species firsthand, is it really necessary to go to this extent? And is this kind of thing really that comfortable?"

"For me, this is nothing more than a routine game."

Angela managed to suppress her laughter, but then she looked at the priest whose movements were becoming increasingly vigorous before the statue of the God of Justice, and almost burst out laughing again. After all, no matter how you looked at it, the scene was simply a priest taking off his pants and masturbating in front of the statue. Absurd, ridiculous, and laughable. Fortunately, however, Angela still remembered her mission, and she had already used the power of the Vampire Species to completely alter the priest's subconscious.

"And that was really comfortable, wasn't it? Did Nia see it today too?"

"I did see it, but it was so big..."

"Master's is so comfortable, like a holy lance burning with flames. It not only pierced my body but also completely conquered my soul. This feeling is truly indescribable, Sister Nia. If you want, I can teach you, starting with how to drink milk and... well, you know. After all, it's a sacred thing rich in vitamins and full of nutrition."

"Isn't it all the same how you drink milk?"

Clearly, Nia did not understand the hidden meaning in Angela's words.

"However, Miss Angela, why don't you just..."

"Turn him into Vampire Species? Turn this lowly, boring human into a vampire?"

Angela a cold snort.

"I am, after all, a noble among Vampire Species. How could I possibly bestow such supreme honor upon such a person? He deserves only to kneel in the mud and dust, rolling around like a pig. In any case, I have changed the way he thinks. From now on, he will unconsciously see himself as that kind of monster, and that is enough."

At this point, Angela revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Sister Nia, why did Master want us to carry out this plan here? Wouldn't it be easier if we were in one of the surrounding villages? Besides, this would put the barbarians by the sea and the Five-Nation Alliance at odds, wouldn't that be more effective?"

"Li Lin is not a cruel and bloodthirsty person."

Nia brandished her staff, preparing a powerful spell, while answering Angela's questions.

"To us, everyone in the Five-Nation Alliance, regardless of age or gender, is an enemy. Their survival is built on the corpses of our people, which is intolerable. No amount of cruelty is too much for these people. But apart from them, those overseas barbarians haven't attacked our country, so why should we bother them? Every grudge has its source, every debt its debtor." Li Lin understood this perfectly. After the Five-Nation Alliance collapsed, he might even need these coastal tribes to help him maintain order across the continent. After all, our goal isn't to destroy humanity.

"Human vitality is so strong that even if one wanted to destroy it, it wouldn't be so easy."

Angela the fan in her hand, her expression unfriendly.

"However, this has nothing to do with me. All I need is enough humans to kill."

You will be satisfied.

Nia gently stroked Angela's hair, revealing a smile very similar to Li Lin's. Then, she began chanting an incantation and raised her staff high.

A dim halo erupted from the staff, enveloping the entire town.