The City Guard Army of Jerusalem is still under Amalric's charge, but perhaps due to being frightened during this expedition, upon returning he dared not to be too blatantly greedy anymore.

Although the City Guard Army still lacks significant combat power, at least the equipment has been upgraded, enough to maintain order.

"Move back, I'm Losa of the Royal Knight Order. Seal off the entrance to Holy Sepulchre Church immediately; a werewolf has been spotted here. Do not let anyone approach until I've dealt with it."

Losa stepped forward, blocking the path of the City Guard troops.

Just like Jeanne's reasoning of "Sheep-Driving Wolf-Eating," once the crowd gathers, it could cause chaos stirred up by the Demon Hunter named Hanna, allowing him to escape amidst the turmoil.

"So it's Lord Losa. With you here, there definitely won't be any issues."

"We assure you, no one will accidentally intrude inside."

The City Guard troops showered praise, retreating without looking back; in terms of compliance, the City Guard Army has never disappointed.

…

Boom—

Rocks scattered everywhere.

The black-haired werewolf, bristling with fury, grabbed the Vampire's arm and slammed him hard onto the ground.

Hanna pinned down Anahad's body with one hand, while the other, with claws sharp as knives, raised high, accumulating power, preparing to strike.

At the critical moment, Anahad struggled to break free from Hanna's grip, rolling aside to avoid the fatal blow, yet his chest was slashed open with a bloody wound.

Seizing the opportunity, he tackled Hanna to the ground, and the two evil beasts began their struggle.

Neither was able to overpower the other in a short period.

"Anahad, now people are coming. If you don't want us to be exposed to these ordinary folks together, you'd better stop now."

Anahad gritted his teeth, saying: "Hand over the seal object, or I'd rather perish with you."

Hanna grinned, an anthropomorphic smirk appearing on his elongated wolf muzzle.

"The seal object isn't with me, but if you choose to perish with me, then no one will maintain the seal—soon the Demon will break free, and by then, who knows how many will die, and our school will suffer the most brutal revenge."

Anahad's expression twisted viciously, the bluish veins on his pale skin writhing like worms.

From the wound, half-coagulated foul blood flowed out.

"I won't be threatened by you, traitor!"

Anahad opened his mouth, and the massive canine teeth extended another inch, biting fiercely into the werewolf's neck.

Hanna let out a roar, surprisingly stretching his neck and biting into Anahad's nape.

The two fiercely resilient creatures were desperately sucking each other's blood.

Until.

A soft step sounded beside them.

"Anahad, didn't you say he wasn't your match?"

"Why have things turned out this disastrously?"

This voice...

It's that Witch under the Dark Lord?

Anahad's muddled mind barely regained a shred of sanity, releasing his bite on the other's neck, roaring: "Quickly subdue him and ask about the seal object's whereabouts."

Furinjira smiled and said: "Alright, leave it to me."

She raised her slender white hand, a blood aura far denser than Anahad's swirling around.

Crimson crystals gradually formed along her fingertips, spreading over half of her body, creating a solid arm armor.

On her shoulder, red spikes protruded like sharp swords, pointing straight towards the sky.

Her fingers also turned into five blood-crystal-covered sharp longswords.

Furinjira's lips curled slightly, saying: "Mine is quite big, bear with it."

Hanna's face showed a hint of panic: "Anahad, you're teaming up with a Vampire, you disgraceful Demon Hunter, how dare you accuse me!"

In the next moment.

Five fingers pierced through Hanna, who was tightly bound by Anahad, the flow of blood within him becoming extremely sluggish in an instant.

Then, the arm that had been tightly gripping Anahad loosened, and the werewolf's body began to revert to normal.

The Demon Hunter lifted his head, his crimson eyes surveying Furinjira.

"What, are you going to fight me?"

Furinjira raised an eyebrow: "Consider the consequences."

Anahad gazed at Furinjira for a long time, finally letting out a slight breath.

He shook his head, saying: "You're not a Vampire—this power you're using is full of vitality, fundamentally different from a Vampire."

Immediately, his body gradually returned to normal.

Furinjira pursed her lips: "Take your fellows with you, it's time to go. You've caused enough trouble for my lord."

Anahad's face froze for a moment, silently carrying the human-formed Hanna on his back.

"Oh, right, if you kill him, will he transform into a werewolf, or will he die in his human form?"

Anahad replied, "Werewolf—because the human body is the seal, and the power within him belongs to the werewolf. Once Hanna's restraint is lost, it will be immediately released."

Furinjira smiled, "That's good, my lord is in need of a werewolf corpse for a gift."

Anahad felt a chill in his heart.

"Why are you standing around? Hurry up and go!"

Furinjira urged.

…

Constant Manor.

Losa looked at Hanna, who was tied up and had an unknown magic array beneath him.

He praised, "Nicely done."

Furinjira smiled, eager for praise like a child.

"Master, I've carried on your usual cautious approach, this weak array beneath his body continuously drains his vitality. It won't cost him his life, but it makes him unable to muster any resistance."

"Great!"

Losa reached out, ruffling Furinjira's white long hair.

The little vampire's head was a delight to touch.

"Anahad, start the interrogation. I need to quickly deal with matters here and return to the territory."

Losa sat to the side.

Anahad nodded, reached out, and patted Hanna's face.

Hanna remained unconscious.

Furinjira was impatient, "That's not going to work; you have to do it like this."

She stretched out her hand, and a ball of condensed blood energy was pushed into Hanna's body.

The originally unconscious Hanna suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Furinjira rubbed her ears and said to Losa, "Don't worry, master, I've already set up an isolation magic array."

Seeing Losa's approving expression, Furinjira felt a surge of pride. She glanced at Prajna with a bright smile.

Unexpectedly, Prajna's lips curved ever so slightly—it was brief, but Furinjira was sure it was no mistake.

What does this stupid woman have to laugh about?

Furinjira was somewhat angry.

Despite her expressionless face, Prajna inwardly lamented; does this foolish woman really believe the lord favors a cruel torturer?

Anahad, watching the screaming Hanna, couldn't bear it and advised, "Hanna, just speak up. It'll save you some pain."

Hanna couldn't cease screaming, his body twisted and struggled on the ground like a worm.

Losa frowned and tapped Furinjira's head, "Furin, stop."

Furinjira reluctantly retracted the red ball of energy from Hanna.

She murmured, "I thought he was a tough avenger, but he can't even endure this."

Hanna lay on the ground, gasping heavily, finally lifting his head and looking around.

"Ha, Anahad, look at the helpers you've found; each one is shrouded in terrifying dark power. Cooperating with demons won't end well."

He showed his ghastly white teeth and sneered.

Anahad paused in silence, then spoke, "They're not demons, just a bunch of dark-power-using wizards. Hanna, my insight surpasses yours."

"Also, since you know not to cooperate with demons, hurry up and hand over the seal. You've been too deeply enchanted by it."

Hanna let out a chilling laugh, "Ridiculous, Anahad, I'm not cooperating with the demon—I'm controlling it. You're just deceiving yourself."

Losa sighed softly, this "Dark Lord" buff—really unsure if it's good or bad.

It makes his subordinates seem like villains.

"Hanna, hand over the seal, and I'll spare your life."

Losa sternly faced him, drawing upon the dragon descendant bloodline within, combined with the Dark Lord's pressure, causing the room's temperature to drop several degrees.

Hanna's body shivered instinctively; he bit his lip hard, trying not to let out a shameful trembling sound.

From his perspective, Losa, like Anahad, appeared as a terrifying demon dragon perched on a throne of bones, its enormous tail swinging.

Flames of demons surging!

"You want this seal for what? To consume the demon inside?"

Hanna stammered, "Anahad, you still say you're not cooperating with demons? It's clearly an abyss lord!"

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.