Gospel of Blood

After instructing the soldiers to send the Third Prince away, Count Linte returned to the camp.

As a Silver Moon extraordinary knight, his strength was top-notch on the battlefield.

Wielding his longsword, he unleashed a pale purple source power, carving a bloody path through the camp alone.

The coalition forces had completely collapsed. Amid the night, the camp was in chaos.

“Lady Eleanor! Lady Eleanor!”

Count Linte fought his way back into the camp, searching and calling out.

The visible source power and his strong presence made him stand out at night. His shouting soon attracted the attention of the raiders.

Naturally, the disguised mercenaries—bloodbornes and their thralls—began to encircle him.

As he fought, Count Linte quickly noticed something unusual about these raiders.

Compared to the extraordinaries he knew, these beings seemed like children of darkness, elusive and eerily stealthy in battle.

However, most of his thoughts were on the missing Duchess Eleanor.

Despite the oddity of the raiders, he didn’t ponder much, assuming they were likely elite mercenaries hired by Castell in advance.

With his Silver Moon strength, the raiders weren’t able to detain him.

Finally, after cutting down another would-be attacker, Count Linte returned to the camp where the Third Prince had been.

“Lady Eleanor! Lady Eleanor!”

He continued shouting.

But the camp was a mess, and besides fleeing soldiers, there was nothing else.

“Lady Eleanor! Have you seen Lady Eleanor?”

Count Lint grabbed a coalition soldier in frustration, anxiously asking.

The soldier looked terrified and shook his head blankly.

“Sigh!”

Count Lint sighed, letting go.

“Lady Eleanor—!”

He continued to call.

“Lady Eleanor? Hey! Brave knight, are you looking for this lady?”

As Count Linte desperately searched, a gentle yet lazy male voice spoke behind him.

Count Linte instantly became alert, turning around quickly. He saw a young man dressed as a mercenary, holding the unconscious Duchess Eleanor in his arms.

“Lady Eleanor!”

Count Linte’s expression changed.

Noticing his tense gaze, the young man chuckled softly and said,

“Don’t worry, this lady is just temporarily asleep.”

Count Linte took a closer look at the mercenary.

Though dressed as a mercenary, his clothes were new and clean, even his armor had no scratches, unlike the worn appearance of veteran mercenaries.

Moreover, although the man was standing there, Count Linte couldn’t sense his presence at all.

This made him instantly wary, his instincts screaming danger.

This was an extraordinary disguised as a mercenary.

And… very powerful!

More cloaked raiders surrounded him from all sides, respectfully standing behind the young man.

Count Linte immediately realized that the powerful extraordinary before him was likely the leader of tonight’s raiders.

“You… you’re not mercenaries! Who are you? I don’t recall any extraordinaries like you in the North!”

Count Linte said gravely.

The young man smiled and said,

“Sir Knight, you’re joking. Do you see the badge on our chests? We are all certified extraordinary mercenaries by the Mercenary Association!”

Count Linte glanced at the brand-new badge on the man’s chest, quickly assessing their strength, and then without hesitation, turned to retreat.

However, just as he took a step back, he felt a strong sense of danger.

Count Linte instinctively unleashed his source power in defense, only to feel an overwhelming surge of magic strike his back.

The violent magic poured into his body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his source power was instantly locked, losing control of his body in a moment.

“Blazing Sun! You are… Blazing Sun!”

Count Linte’s eyes widened.

Then, angrily said,

“As a Blazing Sun… you violated the Myria War Ordinance! Aren’t you afraid of retribution from the Holy Court and the royal families?!”

The young man sneered.

“The Myria War Ordinance? Ha! The ordinances made by the Holy Court and the kingdoms, what do they have to do with us?”

He shook his head disdainfully and said,

“Besides, you humans set these rules yourselves, and you don’t even follow them, so why should others?”

You… you humans?

Count Linte was stunned.

Moonlight illuminated the young man, revealing his appearance to Count Linte.

He saw a handsome young man in his thirties, with pale skin and a pair of crimson eyes glowing eerily under the moonlight.

Seeing those iconic crimson eyes, Count Linte’s pupils dilated, and he gasped.

“Blood Demons! You are… Blood Demons!”

The young man smiled slightly, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.

He stepped forward, gently patted Count Linte’s shoulder, then leaned in and whispered softly.

“Sir Knight, let me correct you, we are Bloodborne.”

“Of course, you can also call us Noble Blood Descendants or the True Ancestor’s descendants, but please do not confuse us with those filthy vermin…”

Count Linte’s expression changed, and he tried to struggle, but as soon as he met the young man’s crimson eyes, he felt dizzy and soon fell unconscious.

Seeing the unconscious Count Linte, one of the bloodborne stepped forward, intending to kill him, but the young man stopped him.

“Wait, don’t kill him yet.”

“Count Yurst, didn’t you say… all who recognize us must be killed?”

The bloodborne asked respectfully.

Count Yurst shook his head lightly.

“He’s different. He’s a human noble and likely of high status.”

“Spare him. Erase his memory. Though troublesome, it’s more useful than killing him.”

He glanced at the unconscious Count Linte, squinting slightly.

“Light purple source power, and the violet lion crest… if I’m not mistaken, he’s from the Boite-Linte family, likely a high commander in the Violet Army.”

“Bind him. He will be a valuable captive to our… allies.”