“Pure-blood.”
When Allen lightly uttered those three words, the sound of rain in the alley seemed to freeze for an instant.
The ominous dark aura around the mysterious man violently surged and boiled, and the shadows twisted beneath his feet as if coming alive.
Clearly, this title had struck precisely at his sore spot.
“Pure-blood,” a deformed product born from inbreeding between Crestbearers.
They were natural-born Outsiders.
Their extremely dense Bloodline of the Sigil allowed them to easily reach the rank of Abyss Walker without the Cult’s tedious evil rituals, dancing freely on the tightrope between reason and madness.
In a sense, they were beings of The Supreme Heaven born in human form in order to walk the human world.
Through the exchange just now, Allen had finally tricked out this guy’s background.
In the entire Capital, those who could defeat such an Outsider were few and far between.
Unfortunately, today he had run into him.
This naturally evil brat was undoubtedly an Enemy of Humanity, and as God’s Messenger, Allen was going to annihilate him completely today.
Having his identity exposed by Allen in one sentence, the mysterious man roared in a vicious tone mixed with Hatred and fury:
“‘Pure-blood’… Heh, yes, that’s what you despicable humans call us! We are beings abandoned by the world and cursed by the gods!”
So it really was a Pure-blood.
Allen realized his jinxed mouth had guessed right again.
But shouldn’t this Outsider be a legend that only exists in historical background?
If Pure-bloods truly exist, then are the Beastmen, recorded alongside them in historical background, also lurking in the world?
A trace of worry appeared on Allen’s face.
He realized that the Enemies of Humanity were probably already stirring in the shadows, and the great web of conspiracy woven by the Evil Gods might have already quietly shrouded the entire civilized world.
This danger-ridden world has little peace to speak of. Humanity does not have much time left.
“To be honest, I have to apologize to you on behalf of those noble Masters.”
Allen’s tone suddenly became unusually sincere.
“They can’t control their lower halves, put on that perverted drama where as long as there is love, even if it’s your brother, it’s fine, and in the end gave birth to a purebred like you. It really is a sin humanity brought upon itself.”
He changed his tone, his disdain undisguised. “But you, an Orphan abandoned by the world, are indeed pitiful. You shout about being cursed and abandoned, then turn around and strike to kill unarmed innocents. What kind of skill is that?”
“If you have guts, go take Revenge on the Dark Gods who created you and made you suffer so much! In the end, you’re just a low-functioning waste who relies on innate divine strength to swing a club. I’m tired of your circus act, so…”
Allen’s voice suddenly turned cold.
“Go die!”
Before the words faded, he burst into action again! His whole body was wrapped in dazzling golden light, and holy flames blazed in his golden pupils.
That pure and domineering pressure terrified the Pure-blood out of his wits, and he did not dare meet it head-on.
The instant the sword edge was about to arrive, the wings on his back beat sharply, and his whole body turned into a cloud of black smoke, teleporting miserably into the distance.
He raised both hands, trying to summon that endless murder of crows again.
However, just as his spell was about to take shape, a solid golden sword aura tore through the rain curtain, arriving first despite being launched later!
The sword aura slashed precisely at his face shrouded by the black robe.
The sword aura imbued with Holy Power instantly shredded his black robe to pieces, and the face hidden under the hood was finally exposed to the air.
Seeing that face, Marianne, lying on the ground, instantly tightened her grip on the Dagger, while Allen frowned slightly.
The Pure-blood’s true appearance was quite similar to the Demon of legend.
He had huge curved ram horns on his head, a hideous goat face, a tall and sturdy build, a pair of huge black crow wings slowly beating behind him, and a lower body of goat hooves covered in coarse black hair.
The stench Allen had smelled earlier was not blood, but this guy’s own body odor.
He waved a hand in front of his nose, his face full of disgust. “So ugly, and so smelly.”
“…”
His true form exposed, the Pure-blood stared fixedly at Allen, and from a goat mouth with sharp fangs came confused words. “Human, why… are you not afraid?”
The Pure-blood greatly enjoyed revealing his true form before his prey died, savoring the sight of them breaking down in extreme terror.
The ants could not understand his existence, thinking he was a death god walking the world, the embodiment of misfortune, so he had also gained the title of Dark Prophecy.
But the eyes of the man before him showed not fear, but rather… seemed to be looking at some rare species?
“What is there to be afraid of? I was just thinking, how did you, a Pure-blood, go from pure to a half-human, half-beast mongrel?” Allen’s verbal barrage remained fierce. “Was your mother actually a goat?”
“To be honest, just looking at you, you’ve clearly been heavily corrupted by Evil God power, which is why you look neither human nor ghost. But congratulations, today you happened to meet an expert at ‘treating’ Evil God Corruption.”
A kind smile suddenly appeared on Allen’s face.
“Treating ‘Corruption,’ one bullet at a time.”
As soon as the words fell, his wrist flicked. No one saw his movement clearly, and the next moment, a revolver was already in his hand.
Bang!
A crack sounded. Ignoring the pouring rain, the terrifying speed of the bullet leaving the barrel gave the Pure-blood no time to react at all.
The bullet ground from a Saint’s Relic exploded a huge bloody hole directly in his right abdomen.
Terrifying Divine Power clung to the wound, continuously burning and corroding, completely nullifying his proud regeneration ability.
The intense pain made him let out a beast-like roar, and he almost fell from the air.
“What kind of weapon is this!”
This mad Outsider finally realized that he might truly meet his end here today.
In Despair, he unhesitatingly squeezed dry most of the remaining Engraved Emblem Power in his body, condensing it into a Lance burning with scorching amber light.
Amid distorted horn sounds, the Lance pierced the sky, screaming toward Allen at a speed indistinguishable to the naked eye!
However, in Allen’s Future Sight, there was no trajectory of the Lance.
‘Not good!’
He realized instantly that the target was not him, but Marianne behind him, who had no strength left to resist!
“Eh?”
Marianne’s Engraved Emblem Power had long been exhausted.
At this moment, she could not even hide in the shadows, and could only watch as the Lance wrapped in destructive power rapidly grew larger in her vision.
Between finishing off the enemy and saving her, Allen did not hesitate at all.
He exploded all his strength from his feet, almost sprinting after the amber Lance.
Holy Power madly poured into the Black Sword, and facing that destructive light, he slashed down with one sword strike!
Boom–!
Under the dark dome, a corner of the Capital suddenly lit up with blazing light.
The huge explosion shook the heavens, and the terrifying shockwave almost leveled an area of dozens of meters around.
If Allen had not already greatly weakened the Lance’s power with the Black Sword, this strike would have been enough to destroy half a city block.
Dust filled the air. Allen stood motionless in front of Marianne.
Rainwater mixed with dust ran down his cheeks in two muddy streaks, making him look somewhat miserable, but those golden eyes remained calm.
As expected of a Pure-blood, his deathbed counterattack was not at all inferior in power to Livia’s full-power strike.
Allen quickly reviewed the fight in his mind.
This guy’s Engraved Emblem Power was extremely strong, leaning toward ranged spells, but close combat was his weak point.
His only advantage was that brute strength of a Beast; he could not use any refined techniques at all.
Marianne lost not because her skills were inferior.
From beginning to end, she had never truly fought that goat-faced Outsider.
What Marianne fought were the countless residual Souls of powerful beings killed by that Outsider and imprisoned in his domain.
In the domain of The Supreme Heaven, everything did not follow physical laws. On the contrary, its power was very mind-over-matter.
If you believe the Enemy is stronger than you, then the Enemy can truly crush you.
At the time, Marianne had suffered backlash from the power of the Brand of Shadow.
Her mind was already shaken, and she was deceived by the illusion the other side created, mistakenly believing that the Outsider was invincible in close combat, which was why she was defeated in one move.
And that damage originating from the mind-over-matter domain would be reflected onto the physical body in reality without the slightest discrepancy.
But Allen was different.
He never doubted himself. His will was truth.
In the face of this overwhelming confidence, the Pure-blood’s pitiful domain tricks had no way to be used, and he could only retreat to reality, pinning his hopes on his trump-card spell.
But he had not counted on Allen, this “warrior,” also carrying an unreasonable anti-magic aura, which greatly reduced the power of the spell he was so proud of.
At this moment, hurried and disorderly footsteps came from the distance, splashing water in the rain. Judgement Court reinforcements were arriving.
The Pure-blood had already smelled the presence of other human powerhouses. He had to seize the chance to flee immediately.
He was badly wounded and needed time to recover. And Allen, in order to save Marianne, had indeed missed the sure-kill chance to finish him off.
This battle had no winner.
The rain still poured. In the alley, the two faced each other from afar through the curtain of rain.
The Pure-blood clutched the bloody hole in his abdomen. The searing agony twisted his face. Staring at Allen, he squeezed out words between sharp teeth:
“Hmph, human powerhouses are beyond my imagination. There is indeed a reason you can rule this world.”
“I am ‘Raven Father,’ lord of the crows.” He gasped violently, his voice full of unwillingness.
“I will remember you, remember this defeat! Then I will bring my people, raze your Capital, and on the ruins of your so-called ‘civilization,’ build a Paradise that belongs only to us!”
He spread his tattered wings, his voice echoing amid the thunder.
“This world belonged to us long before you came!”
Allen completely ignored his loser’s declaration, and simply carefully helped the weak Marianne up, letting her soft body lean against him.
After doing all that, he slowly raised his head, looked at the ugly Outsider flapping its wings in the air, and slowly raised an internationally recognized friendly gesture.
“I am Allen de Laval. Remember my name, and remember this fear.”
“I am enemies with the whole world, so I naturally don’t mind one more. You Beasts hiding in the gutters will never be qualified to be called human. You only deserve to watch Humanity’s footsteps traverse every corner of the universe.”
He grinned, and that smile was more confident and arrogant than any villain’s. “Now, take the ‘gift’ I gave you and crawl back to your nest. Never come out again!”
‘Raven Father,’ this alien Outsider trying to destroy human civilization, was actually completely suppressed in presence by a single human.
There was no warmth left in Allen’s eyes, and his words carried a madness that would drag the entire world into destruction.
“By the way, I am a Human Supremacist. Don’t give me a chance, or I will make you and your people understand what true cruelty is, and what is called… genocide!”
At these words, even ‘Raven Father’ was stunned.
‘Genocide?’
‘I just want to overthrow human rule and lord over this land. You… aren’t you a bit too extreme?’
In those golden pupils, Raven Father did not see a human, but a terrifying existence more chaotic and indescribable than all Evil Gods.
He even had the illusion that if he stayed one more second, his Soul would be completely devoured by those eyes.
‘This guy… I must find out his origins as soon as possible!’
Raven Father did not dare say another word.
His huge wings beat sharply, and his body turned into a streak of black light, disappearing miserably into the gloomy sky.
The alley returned to silence, leaving only the sound of pouring rain.
The suffocating terrifying aura around Allen also dissipated, and he turned back into that gentle youth.
“It’s all right, Marianne.” He gently comforted the trembling girl in his arms. “Let’s go home.”
“Mm…” Marianne buried her face in his rain-chilled chest.
That familiar scent and heartbeat calmed her more than any holy prayer.
But she did not dare look up into his eyes.
That momentary Allen just now made her feel a fear from the depths of her Soul.
But on second thought, that cold, merciless divinity was a dignity belonging only to Humanity, existing only to protect Humanity.
He loved only Humanity, and he loved her too.
Thinking of this, that strange feeling in Marianne’s heart was quickly replaced by deeper worship and infatuation.
She raised her head, her crimson eyes shining. “Master… the battle isn’t over yet… I can still keep fighting.”
“Don’t push yourself.” Allen watched her, his tone somewhat helpless, but then turned stern. “What was my order?”
“Scout the Enemy’s situation and determine their new Plan.” Marianne answered honestly, her voice lowering.
“You didn’t follow my order and acted on your own, right?”
“I’m sorry.”
“So, go back and rest well. Your current condition is terrible, and you can’t fight anymore. Also, go back and write a 3,000-word self-criticism, and hold a Criticism and Self-Criticism meeting in front of all core Comrades.”
Hearing this, Marianne shuddered and instinctively began to act coquettishly.
“Master, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I just wanted to perform well in front of you too much… I will write the self-criticism, but… I am at least a ‘Torchbearer.’ A public self-criticism in front of the Comrades will weaken my authority…”
“I will also publicly self-criticize.” Allen’s eyes left no room for doubt.
This time Marianne had almost died; he was truly angry, and truly blamed himself.
“My command error put a Comrade in danger. Criticism and Self-Criticism is our principle. No one is an exception.”
“Ugh…” Marianne really wanted to cry.
This time she had really messed up, and caused Master enormous trouble.
“But… the Cult’s Heretics haven’t been dealt with yet, Master. Why don’t you go support them first? I can go back by myself.”
“I don’t feel at ease leaving you alone.”
Allen’s gaze fell on Marianne’s tattered maid dress and blood-darkened stockings, and the more he thought, the angrier he became.
His carefully tended Lily Garden had actually been utterly wrecked by a flying goat.
Decided. ‘Raven Father’ must die, and he would personally stew him into mutton soup.
“Master…” As soon as Marianne thought of monopolizing Allen, she completely forgot the shame of public self-criticism.
Although she had almost died, the result seemed… like a huge gain?
Master must have been worried sick about her. From now on, she would surely become more important in Master’s heart.
“Comrade Allen!” Victor finally arrived with the Judgement Court’s War Party, his expression tense. “That unimaginable evil aura just now… what kind of Enemy did you encounter?”
Allen looked at the sky and said in a moved tone, “Comrade Victor, the full-scale war between the Enemies of Humanity and Humanity may break out ahead of schedule. Do you know about Pure-bloods and Beastmen?”
When the Judgement Court members heard these words, they immediately recalled the records in the database.
Those legendary creatures had appeared again.
Everyone looked at each other, unsure whether they were worried, or proud that as members of the Judgement Court, they could fight a great battle against the Enemies of Humanity.
“Just now, I encountered a half-human, half-beast Pure-blood who called himself ‘Raven Father.’ I heavily wounded him, and before he fled, he didn’t forget to issue a declaration of war.”
“A declaration of war…” Victor’s expression changed slightly. The next second, he clenched his fist. “We have killed countless Beasts. If they dare come, we will make sure none return.”
Allen nodded in a firm tone. “That’s right. This world can only have one master, and that is Humanity.”
Allen’s gaze drifted into the distance, not knowing whether he was looking at that distant mysterious tribe hiding in the dense forest, or… the even more distant starry sky.
Because of Marianne’s accident, a trace of worry also rose in his heart.
Livia, you can handle things on your end, right?