"What did you say!?"

I stared at Fez, who was dying on the ground, "Swallowed a whole fresh heart of the vampire Count?"

"You heard it right, young Saren," although Fez was extremely weak, but he still laughed sinisterly, "This is the fastest and most likely method... For you, of course, I don't guarantee whether you will become a vampire after eating such a heart, hehe...hehe...hehe."

"Well, let's go on to the next question," I nodded, remembering what Fez said, "I know there are vampires on this island, and I know you're in touch with them," I said, squatting down slowly and staring at his seriously burned face: "I want their information, all the information."

"Do you want to know?" Fez smiled again after hearing this, "If you really want to know, the young rune master, then kneel down and beg me, maybe I will consider telling you this news."

"If you want to die, just point it out, Fez, I can help you."

"Okay! OK!" Fez suddenly burst into laughter, "Then kill me, I won't tell you anything related to those bats, hahahahahaha... Wait! The Supreme God will see you!"

"See me, Strad?" I looked at him in surprise, "How will he come to this world?"

"Of course, through my body, you ignorant and stupid unbeliever!" Fez suddenly scolded me for no reason, and then slowly straightened his waist and made a kneeling position when he prayed. "Ah," his tone trembled and satisfied, "I can feel that this pure power is him! It is the great Strad! He is in my body, and I am willing to serve you with my flesh and blood! My great Lord."

Before he could finish his words, his whole body suddenly exploded, blood and blood scattered everywhere, and blood sprayed out.

What's strange is that the scattered flesh and blood and his remaining blood quickly turned into white mist as soon as they came into contact with the air.

I looked at these familiar mists coldly, as if they had their own life and consciousness, quickly synthesized into a stream, and then slowly condensed into a human form.

This is a man about two meters tall. Although I have never seen him before, I know that this must be Strad's true form.

This Strad's mist incarnation was stunned for several seconds before moving, like a rigid mechanical puppet suddenly given life.

"It's you again," he spoke, his voice indifferent and ruthless, "Salennoves, I remember you, you ridiculous reptile, last time, on the island where my believers gathered, you successfully angered me..."

When he said this, the fog incarnation took two steps and looked around the burning town. "And now, you have even directly destroyed a town of my believers. Even in my kingdom of God, I can hear the miserable wailings of innocent people before their death."

"Innocent people?" I sneered, "If they are innocent people, then I am the purest person on this continent, Strad, I know you, and your believers of all sects and situations, are all scum."

"Although they call you the Supreme Lord of God," I pulled out the Broken Steel, forced him to his incarnation, and stared at him word by word: "But I know that no matter how they deify you or praise you, you are still a poor reptile hiding in the darkness, a father-killing bastard, and a coward who can only hide in your so-called kingdom of God."

"Enough!!!" Perhaps it was my words that hurt, Strad suddenly roared angrily, "What do you know? Ah!? You don't know anything!?"

"You humble, useless ant," he rushed to me, angrily stretched out his arms that turned into mist to grab me, but he could only watch the mist hit my leather armor and then dissipated in the air. "If I had known that you would be... damn! That damn red dragon, and that damn old man!"

"Save your saliva, Strad," I sneered at him, "You won't be proud for too long. Sooner or later, I will kill you and your useless dog legs."

"But now," I waved the broken steel in my hand and cut off Strad's mist incarnation in half. "I'm going to chase your fellow countrymen, and I hope you will be happy to hear their screams before death."

"No!!!!"

Strad's only remaining head roared in anger. He grew up his mouth and wanted to say more, but his whole head had turned into mist and dissipated with the breeze.

I looked at the place where Fez had lying before, and then looked at the town that was about to be completely destroyed, and walked out of the town with a big smile.

From the age of nine to the age of seventeen, eight years have passed, and I finally took another step to the wish I made after being rescued.

Destroying Strad's Plague Legion is just the beginning, and the town of the Plague Source Church is just a sum of interest I will continue step by step, kill every vampire I see, deal with every Strad's believer, and burn every base or village of them.

I would become the vengeful messenger I wanted to be when I was a kid, and then step by step until I cut off the head of that dog bastard.

I firmly believe that this day will come, and yes, this day will come.

I walked out of the burning town and finally looked back at the place. Not far away, Hickrad was running hurriedly.

It was not until he got close that he showed a somewhat surprised expression, "Is the matter resolved?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded, "Fez is dead, two patrol teams were dealt with, and one of them was not seen, probably died in the Flame Storm."

"It's boring," Hickrad suddenly collapsed when he heard this, with an unconcealed look of disappointment on his face. "I thought there would be an exciting battle."

"I also met Strad," I said, "Fez summoned his incarnation with himself."

"Strad..." Hickrad rubbed his chin and pondered, "I have heard many stories about him. What did he tell you?"

"Nothing, he's just a waste who can't control his emotions," I smiled. "The curse on me is a little trickier than this."

"What!?" Hickrad immediately became nervous when he heard this, "Is there no way to solve it, Sarah?"

"Of course not," I sighed, "but I don't know if I should use this method."

I then passed on what Fez told me to Hickrad, and his face soon became extremely serious. "I understand your distress, Sarah," he said, "but we have no choice. If the Vampire Slayer Guild or the Strand government can know the headquarters of the Church of Plague Source, they will definitely not let the organization continue to exist in this world."

"I know you're feeling bad," he said immediately, "but the reality before us is that you're not too long, even if taking vampire extracts can get you a year, two years, or even more time, but what about then?"

He looked serious, "This thing cannot save you for the rest of your life. Sarah, you will always have a day to resist its medicinal properties. If at that time, Sebastian and you, even you, cannot find a way other than these two methods, what should you do?"

"Do you want to watch yourself die of weakness and festering?" he shouted sternly, "Think about what you said to me, your mentality when you took that drop of extract! At that time, you were not afraid of the price of becoming a vampire. Why are you now wandering like a coward??"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and he grabbed my collar with the last hand, "In this world..."

"Everything has its price." I murmured and continued the second half. Hickrad looked happy when he heard this and let go of my collar. "That's right, Sarah, you taught me this sentence. Have you figured it out?"

"Yes, yes," I looked at my best friend with a caring look and held his wrist happily. "I figured it out, Hill," I said with a grin, "Let's go and find the bats hidden in this place."

"If there are no Counts in the bats here, then we go to the next city with vampires raging, and then next, and next, until we find an Earl."

"I only have one request, Hill," before leaving, I looked at Hicklad seriously and made a request: "Suppose I swallowed this heart and became those white snow. If one day, I mean if, by the desires of these white blooded hybrids, I will become a monster that only asks for blood, I hope you can kill me personally, and not show mercy, only then can I give me eternal peace."

Hickrad paused for a moment, and I could hear his thick breathing and his long breathing. I knew he was struggling, so I stopped making a sound, but just stood by silently, waiting for his answer.

After another long breath, Hickrad breathed out a long sigh as if he had made some decision, "You should know that this is cruel to me, Sarah, you are such a ruthless thing, you are such a bastard."

I didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at him quietly.

"I promised," he sighed again, "You bastard, if that day really comes, I hope you can find a better place to lie in the Kingdom of Garcia."

"Maybe," I replied half-jokingly: "I will find a more comfortable place on it at that time and wait for the day you come up."

"Okay, let's not talk about these nonsense," I waved my hand, "Where did you send them to those rescued civilians?"

"I sent them to the official road, Sarah," Hickrad said with some dissatisfaction, "I think it's safe enough."

"When I came back," he smiled, "When I came back, the civilians asked me to bring you back safely, Sarah, they all wanted to see you."

"Let's go," I shrugged indifferently, "and to be honest, we may need their power."

Hickrad may not have noticed, but I have been paying attention that among the civilians who were caught and were about to serve as sacrifices, in addition to a large number of ordinary citizens, there were also many nobles dressed and well-behaved.

I also heard the prison guards chatting, and these civilians, whether ordinary citizens, nobles, property owners or poor bankrupts, were caught with the help of the two cities.

And they stood in front of a large group of angry civilians and talked about these things without any scruples. Maybe they felt that these civilians had no time left.

But they would never have thought that there was a Hickrad and I infiltrated into the town.

These 157 people have now become my greatest help, especially the forty-one nobles among them. Their words are enough to make any people and the government turn to our side.

One person's witness may not be credible, but what about fifty people? One hundred people? One hundred people? One hundred people? I believe that when these rescued civilians tell what they saw and heard in the city hall, it is the end of those spies from the source of the plague.

"So that's the case," I turned to look at Hickrad, "Let's go and meet them. It's very important to have a good relationship with them. Don't forget that we are still wanted by Cross City."

Hickrad nodded, and under his leadership, we quickly caught up with the huge escape team.

The return of Hickrad and I was soon noticed by those who were interested, and then I heard the ragged team cheering one after another, and we were soon surrounded by aristocrats who were somewhat ragged in clothes but still behaved properly.

"Welcome to you back, our two heroes," one of the young noble women held my hand tightly, her eyes filled with crystal clear tears, "We have always been worried about you, both."

A middle-aged male nobleman also squeezed up. In order to squeeze in, many of the cut areas on his luxurious robe were completely torn apart, but he was not there at all, just looking at us sincerely.

"What do you guys call me, ah, I remember that this brown-haired gentleman is called Salenovis. So what about you, dear good gentleman, please be sure to tell me your name."

"I'm Hiccrad Laxos, I'm glad to know you guys."

The crowd nodded, and the middle-aged nobleman in the lead said with gratitude: "Thank you very much, two good gentlemen, after returning to Cross, we must ask the Town Hall to give you the reward you deserve."

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "Salennovis! I always think this name sounds familiar. Isn't he the legendary Salennovis who killed thousands of imperial soldiers by one person??"

His words made me feel nervous, damn it, I knew that something that made them hear during the evacuation would not be a good thing.

Everyone's eyes gathered on me again, and I nodded simply and neatly: "Yes, I am that Salenovis."

The crowd exploded in a blast, "No wonder he was able to rescue us. It seems that the rumors that he killed thousands of imperial soldiers alone are true."

"The Empire has always said that he is an extremely evil and bloodthirsty person. Now it seems that maybe some unjust case occurred in the Empire."

"Don't worry, respectful Mr. Saren," the middle-aged nobleman seemed to have seen my concerns clearly. "Your performance in the past few days has won our trust. We are more willing to believe what we see than the illusory declaration of the empire."

"Also," he chuckled, "what even if you are really wanted by the Empire? This is the Republic of Strand," he said softly but firmly, "Although we have a relatively friendly relationship with the Empire, that does not mean that the will of the Empire can surpass the Republic of Strand."

"So, don't worry, Mr. Saren," he looked at me with a smile, "please come back to Cross City with us. We need your help to clear the spies from the church of the Plague Source."

"Okay, dear gentlemen and ladies, stop your discussion!" He clapped his hands hard and looked around, "Let us escort our two heroes back to Cross!"
Chapter completed!