Fourth Day, Nightfall
The vanguard team had already gathered atop the city walls early on.
According to Samimi’s calculations, today was the day of the Grand Clash.
The span of Xingran History was short, just a few days, but to the women it felt like an eternity. To be honest, the pressure was immense. Even following the planned attack routes had them sweating profusely.
But good, they had held their ground.
From here on out, no more thinking, only brute force. This was their domain of expertise.
Standing atop the city gate, Samimi kept her back turned, her eyes fixed on the city below.
Looking into the distance, nearly every window in the buildings flickered with strange female silhouettes. It seemed the Will of the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts was already spreading throughout.
“Everyone, today will be our final battle. I hereby declare that we have wiped out all the Blood Ghosts within the walls. But don’t let your guard down yet. Next, we face the last remaining Purebloods, who are fragments of the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts’ Will. Only by shattering them all can we open the Sealing Gate.”
Samimi began rallying the troops with unwavering clarity, leaving no room for doubt.
“What exactly is the Sealing Gate of Canada?” Commander Liang Ruijie asked.
“When all the Will Fragments are destroyed, the great gate of the city will open. Then we can enter and eradicate the Queen’s Will itself, sealing her away for centuries, even thousands of years, so that our descendants no longer suffer from the Blood Tribe’s disturbances,” Samimi explained calmly.
This was truly unprecedented intelligence, yet what was more remarkable was that no one questioned Samimi’s words. Everyone trusted the Demon-Hunting Nun implicitly.
“I want all twenty-five members of Vanguard Team to return alive,” said Qian Mimi.
Her voice was soft but carried an overwhelming power that inspired courage, solidified faith, and ignited battle fervor. Their resolve and rationality were at their peak—far stronger than any supporting technique.
“Positions, everyone. All warriors return to your posts and prepare for the final battle.”
Tonight was different from last night; there was no early eruption of Blood Ghosts. The Eerie Deep Forest lay in dead silence, save for the crackling of wood burning inside the box fire outside.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo, caw-caw caw—”
After a long wait, the strange sounds of the Eerie Deep Forest finally broke the silence—an eerie chorus of bird calls.
One by one, adorable yet pitiful ancient-looking children emerged from the forest, dressed in tattered clothes and clutching small toys, crying out to be held by their mothers.
“Do you take me for a fool?” Samimi laughed, raising her hand slowly before flicking it mercilessly.
The next moment, Elven Nancy swiftly drew her Rune Longbow and fired.
The shooting speed matched Samimi’s chanting perfectly.
Dozens of V Arrows instantly rained down on the battlefield, precisely exploding heads of all the Children of Powder Flood, who collapsed motionless to the ground, convincingly playing dead.
Yet, the Vanguard Team’s members showed no emotional fluctuation at all—not the slightest remorse.
Because everyone knew these were not real children. No one could truly mistake them for living beings.
“Feigning death, huh? Nancy, little torch, I’m counting on you. Blessing of the Archangel,” Samimi said with a light laugh, enchanting Nancy’s arrows with Holy Flame.
Elven Nancy launched another volley, the arrows now blazing with white-hot Holy Flame, ruthlessly finishing off the children pinned to the ground.
This time, the children scrambled and dodged at lightning speed, managing to deflect Nancy’s flaming arrows with their agile movements. Their speed was astonishing, like wriggling eels.
They stopped pretending and flew straight toward the city walls, each moving in an unusual 7-shaped pattern. Their movements were so fast that only afterimages remained, making it nearly impossible to hit them with Nancy’s arrows.
“The enchantment reduces my accuracy and speed quite a bit,” Nancy explained defensively.
Her marksmanship was naturally exceptional, and even the slightest misalignment in the wind could cause a miss, let alone arrows burning with flame.
Against slow and clumsy Blood Ghosts, this wasn’t an issue. But facing the lightning-fast Purebloods, even a small change affected accuracy.
However, shooting unenchanted arrows was useless, once a Pureblood was physically struck in the head, it would immediately escape.
No wonder these Purebloods were different, but that was just how things were.
If measured purely by combat power, Pureblood Bloodghosts were only mid-tier monsters in the Fear Object Bestiary, not particularly high-level.
What made the Blood Ghosts terrifying was their immunity to physical attacks, the Polluted Blood infection from a single strike, and their parasitic ability to infiltrate human society in disguise.
Ordinary Blood Ghosts had cunning, stealth, and intelligence—the most pitiful aspect of Purebloods.
But these Pureblood fragments before them were offspring of the Female Vampire Queen’s dominion, lacking wisdom and operating only by instinct to kill and survive.
If anything, they were like agile humanoid magic initiates.
Sergei readied his Rune Longbow to fire scattered shots but was stopped by Samimi.
“No shooting, conserve your magic.”
“Guardian Deity, Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon, we’re counting on you,” Qian Mimi turned to the two team leaders.
The Papal Left Hand and Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon nodded and leapt from the city wall together.
Only these two were qualified to enter the battlefield this time; the other nuns would remain. Or rather, they had their own frontline zones to hold.
“Assist Technique Combo X2.”
Finally, Samimi cast a combined assistance spell on the two veterans, further enhancing the already superhuman S-Rank Adventurer and the Church Guardian Deity.
“Blessing of the Eight Archangels.”
Not only that, the Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon’s constant Flame of the Azure Moon flickered at the tip of his spear.
The Papal Left Hand needed no Holy Flame Enchantment; he wielded a far deadlier hidden power—his Assassin Tool.
“Yulong, coordinate with me.”
He activated his special armament, blue runes glimmering faintly.
In the next instant, a silver thread shot from a slit in the Papal Left Hand’s arm, a web-like mesh that was visible even to the naked eye.
The silver threads sparkled faintly in the darkness like stars in the night sky.
The Purebloods charged recklessly into this lethal trap, their bodies instantly sliced into segments.
The web of silver threads was so intricate it was impossible to see their exact trajectory amidst the flashing light.
The shredded body parts of the Purebloods fell, broken into fragments but all contained within the binding net, temporarily sealing off their escape abilities.