In the midst of the relentless chase, Luo Wei felt like he was on the verge of tearing the vampire ancestor apart several times. Unfortunately, the creature was just too quick—its scattered afterimages kept slipping through his fingers.
"Stop running around, damn it!" Luo Wei unleashed an enhanced [Magic Missile] at the wall, blasting yet another gaping hole into the ancient castle.
Dealing with an intangible foe like this was downright infuriating. It reminded him of the witch, Tilis—in a way, the "dead" Tilis was even more troublesome than the living one, because her opponents simply couldn’t kill her. This creature was no different.
With his abundant mana, Luo Wei transformed into a humanoid artillery piece, relentlessly bombarding the castle walls until they resembled a sieve. The howling winter winds now swept freely through the grand hall, making the guests feel as though they were standing in the middle of a snowstorm.
The battle raged on for a while longer.
Perhaps it was the biting cold, or perhaps the people below had simply exhausted themselves from fighting, but the chaos in the banquet hall gradually subsided. Suddenly, Luo Wei sensed a shift in his own power.
His mana was slowly draining away, and even his formidable physical strength was waning. He attempted another [Magic Missile], only to find its potency reduced from beyond 9th-tier to a mere 6th-tier. Soon, it might even revert to its simplest 1st-tier form.
The source of his power was [Chaos], but now, as order began to reassert itself, the chaos faded...
A strange sense of regret washed over Luo Wei, followed by surprise.
What surprised him wasn’t the loss of his power—it was the fact that he still yearned to create even more chaos. It was a primal urge, an innate desire for destruction that bubbled up from the depths of his soul...
[Chaos is the essence, clamor is the power...]
[Bring forth chaos! Delight Him, make Him rejoice, and gain boundless strength!]
Luo Wei felt like something was still missing—this scene wasn’t chaotic enough.
Glancing at the fleeing vampire ancestor, he decided to escalate things.
[High-tier Item: Shining Trapezohedron]
[Can be used to summon a servant or minion of the Crawling Chaos—Nyarlathotep. Functions only in complete darkness; light suppresses its activation.]
He reached into his magical pouch and retrieved a small box. After removing the luminescent stone inside and sealing it shut, only the enigmatic polyhedron remained within—along with absolute darkness. With that, the item’s activation conditions were met.
"Strange summoning ritual..." Luo Wei muttered, scanning his surroundings as he waited.
The moment the box closed, Luo Wei sensed the presence of something vast and unfathomable. Summoning one of its servants would undoubtedly draw its attention.
Though he couldn’t see it, he could vividly imagine the entity’s expression—undoubtedly watching him with amused curiosity.
Perhaps even grinning wickedly, chin resting on its hand.
"Nyarlah, come out and enjoy the show," Luo Wei said dryly.
Then he looked up.
Against the night sky above Thornflower Castle, a colossal silhouette began to take shape.
Nyarlathotep’s servant had arrived—and to Luo Wei, the serpentine monstrosity was an old acquaintance.
"Long time no see..." Luo Wei thought wryly. The last time they’d met was during the great chaos of Saint Callen. Who would’ve thought they’d end up on the same side so soon?
Still, Luo Wei outranked it. He was a divine chosen, while it was merely a servant.
As the [Hunting Horror] descended, panic erupted in the banquet hall.
The flying abomination had a grotesque, twisted head adorned with writhing tendrils, and wings like blackened rubber. Its glowing crimson eyes bore down on the crowd, radiating sheer terror.
The creature’s mere presence unleashed overwhelming psychic pollution—so intense that even Luo Wei struggled to endure it. He quickly pointed at the stunned vampire ancestor. "Don’t hit me by mistake. That’s the enemy."
Realizing its peril, the vampire ancestor bolted, its spectral form darting through the shattered windows at an impossible speed.
But despair set in as the [Hunting Horror] seemed to anticipate its path, materializing right in front of it with jaws wide open.
A bloodcurdling shriek echoed as the vampire ancestor’s spirit was seized, violently torn apart like prey. Luo Wei watched as its essence dimmed further.
The escalating pandemonium restored Luo Wei’s strength. He wasn’t sure if a severed spirit could truly die, but with the [Hunting Horror]’s help, the vampire ancestor wasn’t escaping.
In a flash, Luo Wei appeared before the shocked Laney, snatching the sacred relic box from her hands before vanishing again.
Laney thought she’d been spared—until Luo Wei’s eerie grin reappeared right in front of her.
"Ah! You—what do you want?!"
"What do I want? Payback, of course!" Luo Wei sneered at the trembling woman. If not for her meddling, this would’ve ended long ago. Evelyn wouldn’t have nearly died, and he wouldn’t have needed Nyarlathotep’s power.
"Don’t touch my sister! I’ll kill you!" Lairs charged like a madman, bloodied blade aimed at Luo Wei’s head.
"Still standing after that psychic assault?" Luo Wei side-eyed him. Lairs was drenched in blood, his movements frenzied.
Laney knew her brother was no match for him. "Stay back!!" she screamed.
But it was too late. Luo Wei’s fist smashed into Lairs’ skull.
A sickening crunch followed as blood and brain matter sprayed across the room. Lairs’ headless body hurtled into the wall like a cannonball.
"LAIRS!!!" Laney’s scream was raw with agony.
Luo Wei grabbed her by the throat and hurled her toward Helena.
Helena didn’t miss a beat—her black tendrils coiled around Laney, crushing her bones with a series of horrific snaps.
"AAAAAGH—!"
Satisfied, Luo Wei turned away, sprinting toward the vampire ancestor with the relic box. If the [Hunting Horror]’s limited time allowed it to finish the job, great. If not, the creature would just have to return to where it belonged.
After Luo Wei vanished, Helena slammed Laney’s broken body onto the floor, leaving her barely clinging to life.
By now, Evelyn had recovered somewhat. Leaning against the wall to rest, she gazed at Laney, whose eyes were filled with despair, and finally understood why Luo Wei had done this.
With a faint smile, she shook her head—this was his way of making her end it with her own hands.
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