Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 27 The Mad Vampire

For the next period of time, because Owen, who had just become a "diviner," needed to practice divination and learn about the occult, Sirion had to put aside his idea of ​​robbing the rich to help the poor and focus on digesting the "apprentice" potion.

Perhaps because the potion digestion process had been too fast before, Sirion was not satisfied with the slow, sluggish progress of his potion digestion lately.

To speed up the digestion process, he also visited the St. Wind Cathedral in the Joewood district, but did not go inside.

As soon as he arrived at the fountain square outside the church, he felt a spiritual warning: if he dared to open a door in the wall outside the church, a bolt of lightning would strike him and turn him into a charred corpse.

This made him think of another problem: last time at St. Samuel's Church, his act of "opening a door" on the church wall must have been seen by the "Goddess of Night," but the goddess was very magnanimous and didn't hold it against him.

In terms of personality, he felt that the "Lord of Storms" could learn a lot from the goddess about what it means to be magnanimous and approachable.

His original plan didn't work, so in order to digest the potion as quickly as possible, he could only sneak around after dark, trying to speed up the digestion of the potion by frequently using his extraordinary abilities.

"Another day of trying to digest the potion!"

After his older sister and younger brother finished chatting at home, he quietly slipped out of the room, randomly chose a direction he had never been before, and began his role-playing journey for the day.

Just as he stepped out and turned a few corners, still pondering how to portray himself more convincingly as an apprentice, Cyril bumped into a young man with bloodshot eyes.

"Sorry... um, perhaps you don't need my apology."

Cyril opened his mouth, his voice stiff, and under the other's extremely patient, crazed, painful, and bloodthirsty gaze, he unconsciously took two steps back.

The young man opposite him stared intently at him, his crimson eyes revealing unmistakable madness and greed.

"Heh~"

"Blood...give me...run!"

He kept inhaling and exhaling, seemingly trying to suppress the malice within him. The sounds coming from his mouth were intermittent, but they quickly turned into a suppressed roar.

At the same time, a spiritual warning echoed in Sirion's mind. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and pressed his hand against the wall next to him, then slammed into it.

Call ~

The sound of violently tearing the air rang out behind them. The young man with bloodshot eyes flapped a pair of illusory bat wings behind him, his body leaving afterimages as he appeared in the spot where Cyrien had just been.

As he reached for Sirion, his fingernails extended outwards out of thin air, adorned with strange, mysterious symbols and patterns, resembling the claws of some dark creature.

The pale blue light on the wall vanished in an instant. Xireen entered the adjacent residential building. The hand that reached out from behind him grasped at empty air, but it didn't leave empty-handed.

Cyril turned his head to look at the back of his shoulder blades, where there were two thin, blood-soaked wounds.

He also noticed that the skin around the two wounds was ulcerating and infected.

"Damn, this is poisonous!"

Whoosh!

He heard the sound of a window being smashed next door, and a faint sound of wind—no, not wind, but the sound of something flying through the air at high speed.

Realizing instantly that she was being targeted, Cyril immediately reached out and pressed her hand against the wall, opening the door again and leaving before the other party could rush over.

Bang!

As he left the room, a dark figure rushed in and slammed into the wall with a thud, missing his target again.

On the street, Cyril hadn't run far when he heard the sound of something cutting through the air behind him again.

Whether it was the stimulating smell of blood on her own body or the anger from accidentally bumping into him earlier, it was clear that this vampire, who seemed to be in a state of thirst for blood, had already set his sights on her.

Damn it, this is never going to end.

He spat lightly, placed his hand on the brick wall beside him, and then flipped over to the side, slipping directly into the courtyard wall next to him.

Using the surrounding houses and walls for cover and obstruction, Cyril managed to create a tug-of-war with the figure behind him carrying a pair of illusory bat wings.

"You're really persistent. There are so many people living on this street, why are you only targeting me? Is my blood sweeter?"

"Holding a grudge +1..."

"When I borrow the Cross of No Darkness next time, I will definitely stick it on you, extract all its properties, and turn the vampire into a mobile supply pack in my eyes."

Although he was sharp-tongued, he had no intention of confronting the other party directly. Even among Sequence 7, vampires were skilled in combat, let alone the fact that he was currently just a weak and powerless Sequence 9.

"Roar~"

A meaningless roar came from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know that this vampire was now a completely frenzied beast.

Guided by her spiritual intuition, Sirion rolled forward again, reaching out to touch the wall of the house in front of her, opening a vague, intangible, and pale blue door.

Instead of entering the gate, he rolled to the side.

Several illusory yet solid black shackles shot out from behind him, passing through the blurry door embedded in the wall.

Having dodged the attack from behind, Cyril turned to face the berserk vampire who had closed in on him, and whispered a phrase in ancient Hermes.

"Sleep!"

At the same time, a black iron talisman in his hand turned to ashes, and an invisible power immediately spread out. The surrounding darkness seemed to deepen, and the faint sound of a choir echoed, cleansing the soul and lulling people to sleep.

Cyril didn't dare to breathe loudly at this moment, but fortunately the hand with sharp nails that had pierced his chest stopped.

He almost had his heart ripped out.

Fortunately, he acted quickly enough, and fortunately, the Sleeping Charm he bought from the "Eye of Wisdom" man's online store was effective enough.

He shifted his body back, placed one hand on the wall behind him, reopened a "door" in the wall, and then awkwardly crawled inside.

Ignoring the homeowner who came downstairs with a weapon after hearing the commotion, he opened every door he encountered, passed through every wall, and ran towards the other side of the street.

His destination was there; once he got there, he would surely be able to get rid of this crazed vampire.

As soon as he climbed out of the window of the house, he saw a figure with illusory bat wings gliding towards him.

"grass!"

With a light spit, Sirion withdrew his gaze and dashed towards the building diagonally opposite on the street at top speed.

In the blink of an eye, two figures rushed into the building, one after the other.

The next second, the clear and holy dawn broke, and the sudden light made Cyril instinctively close his eyes, bend over, and roll to the side.

At the same time, two whooshing sounds rang out one after the other.

call!

Bang!Bang!

Two impact sounds rang out, one from where Cyril had just been standing, and the other, a half-second later, came from the wall not far away, accompanied by a painful groan.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, Sirion quickly opened them and looked behind him. Two steps away, there stood a tall man holding a silver-white two-handed greatsword.

He was wearing a brown priest's robe belonging to the "Earth Mother Goddess" church, and looked to be around forty or fifty years old. His eyebrows were light and sparse, and there were obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, cheeks, and mouth.

What is most striking is his height, which is estimated to be over 2.2 meters. Coupled with his robust physique, even the loose priest's robes become tight on him. Standing in front of him, he looks like a small mountain, giving people a great sense of oppression.

On the other side, right next to the door, the crazed vampire who had been arrogantly chasing him just moments before was now like a fly being swatted by a fly swatter, barely breathing.

Under Cyril's gloating gaze, he slumped weakly off the wall.

The moment he touched the floor, a thick black mist spread from his body, transforming into a swarm of palm-sized, illusory vampire bats that rushed towards the main entrance.

The next second, the silvery dawn shone again, and all the vampire bats silently melted away in this holy and clear light.

At the same time, Cyril felt a slight stinging pain from his chest and back. As he looked down, he saw wisps of black smoke rising from the wound, which then dissipated into nothingness in the silvery morning light.

The corrosion and toxins in the wound were purified.