Seeing Shalltear's unhurried manner, Quaiesse's heart pounded wildly as he struggled to suppress his joy.
Yes, just like that. Stay unhurried and let Lady Kaire get farther away.
Once she's far enough, I'll use reverse teleportation to escape and leave you, stupid vampire, dumbfounded.
"Oh~ Don't worry, she won't get away." Shalltear glanced disdainfully at Quaiesse behind the magic beasts. "A coward who only knows how to hide behind magic beasts. You remind me of someone very annoying."
Quaiesse's whole body tensed as he prepared to flee. The vampire before him seemed to loathe that person who resembled him. Her killing intent was almost tangible.
Buzz!
In the next second, Shalltear's figure vanished from the spot. Before he could even rejoice, she reappeared.
Not only that, her hand was clamped around Lady Kaire's neck, lifting her into the air.
"Impossible! My Gale Horse should have carried Lady Kaire near E-Rantel by now!" Quaiesse hurriedly closed his eyes to sense.
Then he stiffly turned his head toward a direction less than a kilometer away.
There, he sensed the lingering mana fluctuations of his Wind Chasing Horse.
"How could it have died there?"
Quaiesse was in disbelief.
"Simple. I set up a barrier. Forget running. No one besides me can even use teleportation magic." Shalltear gripped Lady Kaire's throat with one hand, admiring the platinum patterns of Downfall of Castle and Country on her body. "A world-class item, just like that?"
Shalltear reached out and touched it. The cool, smooth silk felt incredibly real, not to mention the mana contained within, which far surpassed God-class items.
"It's a waste on you."
Lady Kaire's deeply wrinkled face made Shalltear slightly annoyed. "However, I can't let your blood spill. It would stain Downfall of Castle and Country."
Her palm slowly tightened. A crisp crack came from Kaire's neck, followed by her chest heaving violently and a hoarse gasping sound from her throat.
Before long, her eyes glazed over, and she died completely.
Only then did Shalltear strip Downfall of Castle and Country from her body, the excitement in her eyes beyond words.
"I've snatched… a world-class item?"
"Vampire, give the world-class item back!" Quaiesse commanded the magic beasts to launch a frantic attack on Shalltear.
Watching the magic beasts attack like crazed demons, teeth bared, Shalltear made a casual swipe with the pure throwing spear in her hand.
Squelch.
More than a dozen magic beasts lost their heads in an instant, their lives extinguished.
"I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll give you a painless death." Shalltear held the pure throwing spear in one hand and gripped Downfall of Castle and Country in the other as she slowly walked toward Quaiesse.
Quaiesse kept retreating while constantly sensing the position of his last magic beast.
Five hundred meters, eight hundred meters, twelve hundred meters.
A flash of joy crossed his eyes. Twelve hundred meters was beyond the range of the barrier the vampire had just set up. It seemed the barrier was gone.
So should he try to take back Downfall of Castle and Country?
If he did not, returning to the Slane Theocracy like this would mean bearing heavy responsibility, and he might even be cut off from future training resources.
If he did, he might die at this monster's hands in the next second.
Watching Shalltear approach, Quaiesse gritted his teeth and decided to risk it.
"If my future is gone, so be it, but I only have one life."
Shalltear slowly raised the pure throwing spear, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Quaiesse silently gathered mana, his reverse teleportation ready to trigger.
"Seventh-Tier Magic: Holy War Spear!"
A sharp shout rang out from the sky, and both Shalltear and Quaiesse instinctively looked up.
They saw the pitch-black night sky suddenly pierced by a beam of white starlight.
That starlight streaked down from above, drawing closer and closer, until it finally transformed into a sharp war spear.
It smashed straight toward Shalltear.
Seeing this, Shalltear hurled the pure throwing spear in her hand toward the descending weapon.
The pure throwing spear also turned into a beam of light and shot into the sky.
The moment the two war spears met, they exploded in midair like ignited dynamite.
Boom.
"Urgh!" Shalltear was blasted back several meters by the shockwave before she managed to steady herself.
She clenched Downfall of Castle and Country tightly and roared at her surroundings, "Who is it?"
"Under the Holy Domain God Lord, the third-generation Human Emissary, Helant."
Shalltear turned toward the voice and saw that someone had appeared beside Quaiesse at some unknown moment.
Helant reached out and pulled the kneeling Quaiesse to his feet, saying with concern, "Are you all right? I sensed a barrier suddenly being placed in the forest, so I came to check. I did not expect…"
After a brief moment of shock, Quaiesse reacted at once and said to Helant, "She stole the world-class item. Get it back, quickly."
Since there was a powerhouse who could contend with this vampire, maybe he could still save his future if he took a gamble.
Helant's gaze sharpened as mana condensed in his hand once more. "Vampire, hand over the item."
Shalltear sneered. "Now that I've obtained a world-class item, I don't want to tangle with you anymore."
No! She is going to run. Quaiesse gripped his sword and rushed forward. With Helant by his side, he gained a bit of confidence.
But that confidence was not enough to stop Shalltear from escaping.
Buzz.
To his astonishment, Shalltear's figure vanished from the spot.
Quaiesse immediately fell to his knees in despair. "In the end, we still couldn't protect it…"
Helant stepped forward at the right moment and placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "The world-class item…"
"My future…" Quaiesse's eyes were filled with grief.
Pfft~!
"Ehm.." Helant quietly withdrew his hand from his shoulder and asked instead, "Are you from the Theocracy? Why are you here?"
Hearing this, Quaiesse realized he had accidentally spoken his thoughts aloud.
He struggled to maintain his composure, looking at the fallen members of the Black Scripture around him to appear even more mournful. "I am the Fifth Seat of the Slane Theocracy's Black Scripture, Quaiesse Hazeia Quintia."
Perhaps because he was truly too sad, he could not help scratching his yellow hair. "We received a mission that a Demon God had awakened within the Kingdom's borders. We originally intended to rely on the world-class item to defeat the Demon God…"
Helant looked at his hairstyle and hair color, which were identical to Clementine's. Yeah.. This guy is Clementine's older brother.
And Clementine Is currently in E-Rantel. If I arranged for these siblings to meet, I wonder if they would start fighting.
If they did, it could also serve to distance Clementine from this incident. As for this Quaiesse, he had already planned for him to be an audience member for the next act.
Thinking of this, a look of pity appeared on Helant's face.
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