[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 33

Chapter Four: The Pig Eats the Tiger

Previously, the only impression the fat dragon had was that he was stronger than an ordinary person. But now, instead of the cultivator resisting, this fat man, only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, started causing trouble.

In Tu Yao's earlier introduction, the fat dragon was an insignificant character, at most a nouveau riche with money. Money held no appeal for Bird, an old wizard who had lived for over three hundred years. Therefore, the fat dragon was utterly dispensable in his eyes. After all, Tu Yao had said that the young man was the archaeologist, the one who knew about the huge discovery. As long as the young man lived, even if the fat man died, it wouldn't affect the whole matter.

Bird's triangular eyes narrowed, almost disappearing into his wrinkles. A cold expression appeared on his old face. He decided to use bloodshed to intimidate these disobedient fellows.

Bird shifted slightly, stepping aside. Even ordinary cultivators wouldn't warrant his personal intervention. The difference between high and low ranks lies in the fact that high-ranking individuals only need a thought; the actual execution is usually done by lower-ranking ones.

Clearly, his subordinates were quite adept at "understanding their leader's intentions."

Bird had barely moved aside, without even uttering a command, and his men had already deduced his meaning from his expressions and movements. A howl

…

a werewolf guard, transformed, arched his massive, three-meter-tall body and charged towards the fat dragon with lightning speed. His

thick arms and sharp fingers made his attack appear incredibly powerful.

No one doubted that the fat man would become a pile of minced meat in the werewolf's hands in the next moment…

Boom!

With a muffled thud, the massive killing weapon collided with the ball of flesh.

Blood splattering was expected, but while they anticipated the outcome, they clearly misjudged the process.

Suddenly, the dungeon fell silent, a profound stillness descending.

Drip, drip…

drops of blood fell to the ground, striking the rocks and shattering them.

Fat Dragon, like a plump monkey, straddled the werewolf's neck, one hand now deeply embedded in the werewolf's massive skull. White brain matter mingled with crimson blood, slowly trickling down the werewolf's already dull fur.

Because everything happened in the blink of an eye, with unbelievable speed, the werewolf stood for a long time after its skull shattered before collapsing to the ground with a thud. And in that instant of falling, Fat Dragon's body floated for a short distance before gently landing on the ground.

Fat Dragon first subconsciously sniffed his hands, which were stained with a mixture of blood and brain matter, muttering, "Why does it smell so bad?"

Then, his fat face suddenly came to life, his eyes filled with wild joy, and his obese body trembled with extreme excitement as he shouted uncontrollably, "Wow, I killed this monster! Wow! That's amazing! Damn! Let's see who dares to kill me now..."

He ran around the dungeon like his butt was on fire, completely disregarding everyone's gaze.

Previously, Fat Dragon had vividly portrayed a selfish, cowardly... nouveau riche with his superb acting skills, and now he was performing another nouveau riche with superpowers to the fullest extent... Qiu Yan watched the astonishing scene just now, watching Fat Dragon shouting in the dungeon, and her eyes revealed an extremely surprised look. My God... being bitten by a vampire is this powerful?

No wonder there are so many vampire supporters on the internet, clamoring every day that they want to become vampires. Thinking of her own cultivation method, which required arduous practice to gradually improve, and then looking at the shortcut to instant power with just a bite from a vampire… Qiu Yan herself didn't know what she was thinking. Some thoughts, though normal instinctive reactions for girls her age, shouldn't have appeared in a cultivator like her.

The others, including Hu'er, Meiniang, and Ya Si, also stood up one after another, looking at Fatty Dragon with fear and a hint of anticipation in their eyes.

The fear stemmed from the blood everywhere; the werewolf's corpse was simply too terrifying. Any normal girl would have been lucky not to scream upon seeing it. The anticipation arose because, after being bitten as well, Fatty Dragon had suddenly become so powerful, and they were curious whether they too would be just as strong.

Only Lan Ling remained seated on the ground, eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

Qiu Yan looked down at Lan Ling, feeling a surge of nervousness, fearing something unusual might happen to him. However, calculating the time it took for the others to stand up after being bitten, Qiu Yan decided to wait a little longer.

Bird and the dark priests and werewolf guards behind him were dumbfounded.

Bird wasn't surprised by the werewolf's death; he could easily slaughter hundreds of werewolf guards like that with a flick of his wrist. What surprised him was how this fat man could suddenly kill a werewolf.

Moreover… he still couldn't sense the energy emanating from the fat dragon. Unlike Qiu Yan, who was easily deceived, this was cunning and shrewd. Having cultivated for three hundred years, he relied on his profound dark magic skills and the keen senses honed over many years.

In Bird's view, the fat dragon hadn't changed from the beginning until now, so it was certain that he had misjudged him. But… was it worth being so excited that this fat man killed a werewolf using his inherent strength?

Bird was somewhat confused…

Then he saw that the prisoners, who had previously only expressed their anger through their eyes and words, were now all looking at him. Among them, the two alluring and seductive Eastern beauties had a playful look in their eyes, looking at him as if he were a toy.

Admittedly, Bird knew that his rise to the position of vice-chairman of the Dark Church wasn't based on strength, but rather on his masterful maneuvering in the power struggle. Compared to the other Dark Priests who only knew how to cultivate and were like corpses, he was more likely to gain the elders' favor, which was the source of his confidence in ultimately gaining the authority of the chairman.

However, even if he was only considered a low-ranking expert in the Dark Church, his more than three hundred years of black magic cultivation were no joke. How many people in this world could look down on him?

Did these beauties really think that just because that fat dragon could kill a crude and lowly werewolf, he could definitely kill him too?

Ridiculous!

Bird felt saddened by the women's ignorance and equally enraged by the way they looked at him!

Crude werewolves!

No wonder they've always been servants; they are simply too stupid and incompetent.

Bird grunted, his face darkening as he glanced at a dark priest behind him. It seemed he couldn't rely on the werewolves; he had to win decisively, establish his authority, and shatter these beauties' shallow understanding. He had to make them understand his power and that their lives were entirely in his hands; to live, they had to please him.

The dark priest immediately understood Bird's intentions. For him, this was a good opportunity. If he could save face for the vice-president, he would immediately gain the vice-president's favor—a shortcut compared to his usual fawning methods.

A pale, bone-like staff appeared in the dark priest's hand. He chanted a spell smoothly, and a chilling wind instantly arose from the dungeon, howling across the ground, as if a gate to hell had suddenly appeared in the entire dungeon.

"O wraiths of hell, take up your weapons! Your master is calling you. Pave your way to hell with the blood of your enemies..."

The dark priest chanted the incantation in a standard British English accent. The remains in the dungeon trembled slowly at first, then stood upright. The broken bones gathered together, gradually forming skeletons that surrounded the fat dragon from all corners of the dungeon.

At the same time, the Dark Priest's body floated up from the yin wind, drifting above the fat dragon. He waved his staff, and a black light enveloped the fat dragon. Within the enveloped area, countless ghosts bared their fangs and claws, lunging at it.

To zombies, ghosts are the most laughable things.

Those resentful souls, unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation, are undead. They use resentment to attack living beings. But how do zombies come to be? They are formed when the soul remains attached to the body amidst immense resentment, nourished by yin energy. If there were truly powerful resentment, they would become zombies, not these lifeless ghosts.

This wasn't the police car filled with dark magic circles from before. The act was perfectly performed; there was no need to hide their strength because of Qiu Yan's presence.

The fat dragon smiled sinisterly, two sharp fangs protruding, a layer of bloodlust clouding his eyes, and a faint zombie aura emanating from his body.

A scream rang out, and the ghosts scattered in all directions. They had transformed from attackers into cowardly refugees, but under the shadow of the dark priest's deathly light, they couldn't escape its reach.

The fat dragon cackled, grabbing a ghost by the neck as if crushing a bug. With a swift movement, the ghost shrieked and vanished.

The dark priest's magic wasn't so simple. The special feature of this "Death Warrior" magic lay in releasing the souls of imprisoned outlaws or death warriors, and harnessing the power of undead creatures like skeletons. The undead were then driven into the skeletons' bodies, becoming death warriors with skeletal forms. This combination of ghosts and skeletons overcame the slowness of skeletons, increasing their strength several times over, and unknowingly absorbing the life force of their opponents during attacks.

But do zombies have life?

The answer is, of course, no. If they did, they would be called "zombies," not zombies.

In the realm of dark magic, zombies would be kings of the abyss, demon kings among the undead, beings unattainable by humans. When these dark mages practiced dark magic, the dark contracts they made were with the demon kings of the abyss. In other words, zombies were beings they worshipped like ancestors on a high platform.

The dark priest, however, was oblivious to this. Driven by ambition, he was more concerned with his own performance: how smoothly he chanted the spells? How quickly he used the magic? How powerful the effects were? Would he gain the vice-president's favor?

The only thing he hadn't considered was whether he would die.

The dark priest completed the spell on his own, and the ghosts, unable to escape, were compressed into the skeleton's body.

"Slay, my undead servants..."

After completing this, the dark priest waved his staff beautifully, chanting in a low voice with great momentum.

The result left him dumbfounded. He suddenly saw that his death warriors had now become death cowards. Those skeletons, possessing inner souls and controlled by the undead, were not showing a change in speed in attack, but in escape...

Chirp chirp...

The skeletons had lost the mechanical nature of bones; their legs moved smoothly and at an extremely high frequency.

Bang! Bang!

One by one, they crashed into the hard walls, the skeletons shattering into a pile of fragmented remains. The ghosts escaped their confinement and drifted to a corner of the dungeon, trembling.

To explain this astonishing fact, Juliet feigned surprise, then muttered in a voice only Qiu Yan beside her could hear, "I never thought vampires would be the nemesis of the undead..."

"Hehe..."

Fat Dragon let out a smug laugh, his chubby body suddenly springing up, a faint zombie aura quickly enveloping the dark priest in mid-air.

When the dark priest was enveloped by this pale red energy, whose nature was completely undetectable, he finally sensed a deathly aura even stronger than his own dark magic. Satan... what kind of energy was this?

In his terror, a huge fist slammed into his chest, and he felt everything go black before his eyes, his soul departing for hell to find his Satan.

The dark priest's body slammed into the stone wall like a cannonball, shattering into pieces. Blood stained the wall red, resembling a bizarre painting…

Bird was stunned. He understood the power of the "Death Warrior" magic, but this magic seemed completely ineffective.

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! Damn it!

What kind of existence is this fat man?

Even the Holy Light magic of the Holy Light Court couldn't instill such fear in these undead who were outlaws in their previous lives!

After the fat dragon re-established its power, Qiu Yan's heart suddenly relaxed.

If everyone else possessed such strength as the fat dragon, even if they were slightly weaker than the fat man, escaping this place wouldn't be a dream.

The only thing that worried Qiu Yan was that Lan Ling hadn't woken up yet, still sitting quietly as before.

Qiu Yan shifted her feet slightly, gently tugged at Bilisi, and asked anxiously, "Why hasn't Teacher woken up yet?"

Bilisi turned to look at Lan Ling, her eyes suddenly lighting up, her lips trembling as she muttered incredulously, "Ah... could it be... could it be..."

"Could it be what?"

Qiu Yan asked urgently.

"A Yin Qi-containing body... If that's really the case, it would be too easy for us to leave here, heavens! Look what I bit into! It's actually a Yin Qi-containing body."

Bilisi said in a trembling voice.

"What is a Yin Qi-containing body?"

Qiu Yan asked, somewhat confused.

"I don't know what this constitution is called among you cultivators, but in my understanding, it's called a Yin-Qi-Containing Body. To put it simply, some people, in environments filled with Yin energy, have the Yin energy enter their bodies through circulation. Therefore, people with normal constitutions will inevitably suffer harm if they are frequently exposed to Yin-energy environments. But this Yin-Qi-Containing Body, after the Yin energy invades, it doesn't dissipate; instead, it remains contained within its blood vessels and every cell of its body… Fortunately, you encountered this situation. Your teacher was bitten by me and became a vampire, and vampires themselves need Yin energy to cultivate… Teacher Lanling, doing archaeology, must have frequently been in Yin-energy environments like ancient tombs. The Yin energy contained within his body has reached an extremely high level. If it weren't for today, he certainly wouldn't have lived past forty. But now that he's a vampire, he can fully utilize the Yin energy within his body. When he awakens, I can't even guess what kind of terrifying abilities he'll possess… In any case, he'll definitely be incredibly powerful…"

Beatrice said, extremely pleased with her ability to fabricate lies.

Qiu Yan had never heard of such things before; it was too much of a coincidence!

But Beatrice's arguments were logical and well-founded, connecting theory with practice in a convincing way, leaving Qiu Yan no choice but to believe her. Having seen the example of Fat Dragon's sudden acquisition of immense power, Qiu Yan no longer doubted Beatrice's words. Besides, vampires were an unfamiliar territory for her, so naturally, she accepted whatever Beatrice said.

For now, Qiu Yan could only secretly pray that what Beatrice said was true.

During the time Qiu Yan and Beatrice were talking, the situation in the dungeon had undergone a dramatic change.

Bird was afraid!

Dark mages excel at alchemy and magical practice. Alchemy, however, is largely ineffective in combat, and even if it were, it would take a considerable amount of time. Magic, on the other hand, requires chanting incantations, which also takes time. In warfare, timing is paramount; no opponent is generous enough to allow time for you to prepare.

Therefore, dark mages are best suited for ranged attacks; at close range, only surprise attacks are truly effective.

Previously, Byrd had secretly cursed the werewolves for their stupidity, but now it seems the Dark Church's millennia-long acceptance of werewolves and their indispensable position within the church makes perfect sense.

Werewolves have high reproductive rates and formidable physical strength, meaning they possess incredible combat power and are ideal cannon fodder.

Their dull minds mean they are easily controlled, as evidenced by the fact that a small number of dark mages have controlled a vast number of werewolves for thousands of years.

Byrd now only hopes that among the people in the dungeon, only Fat Dragon has been concealing his true strength. If those delicate women, like Fatty Dragon, couldn't sense any energy yet possessed immense strength, it could only mean one thing… his plan had failed, and he had fallen into the Holy See's trap.

The Holy See certainly couldn't foresee the future! Byrd used contempt for his opponent to encourage himself.

"Kill him!"

Byrd roared, the lust ignited by Tu Yao earlier long since vanished. Even though pufferfish is delicious, no one dared to try it until they were certain the poison had been completely neutralized.

After giving the kill order, Byrd and the other black-clad priests simply took two steps back, while the werewolf cannon fodder naturally rushed to the front…

Chapter Five: A Trapped Beast's Struggle

Throughout history, on any battlefield in any world, cannon fodder has only one role, and their method of attack is extremely simple: a human wave tactic—if they can't kill you, they'll exhaust you!

As the werewolves began their attack, they howled, the sound echoing beyond the dungeon. Many werewolves not on duty rushed into the dungeon, and if the passageway hadn't been narrow, the dungeon would likely have been completely filled.

The space was small, but the number of werewolves was overwhelming.

Initially, they seemed formidable, but gradually, Bird realized the situation was dire. The werewolves in the passageway were so crowded that they constantly bumped into him, frequently interrupting his spells and deforming his once-perfect wand swings. "

Simple-minded, crude bastards!" Bird cursed inwardly, ordering the werewolves to surround the dungeon from the outside. Was it really necessary to use so many werewolves to kill just one fat man?

At the same time, Bird had a plan: as soon as he realized the fat man wasn't the only one hiding his strength, he would immediately retreat. If these behemoths filled the passageway, how could he possibly retreat?

"Kill them, but don't get too dominant..."

Lanling's voice rang out simultaneously in the ears of everyone except Qiu Yan.

Having received his master's command, Fatty Dragon immediately attacked with boundless excitement. The beauties, however, were somewhat annoyed. They were now playing the role of vampires; were they really supposed to tear the werewolves apart like Fatty Dragon? They weren't afraid of blood, but the filthy werewolf blood was just too disgusting!

Even Ya Si and Ling Xue, fellow zombies, hesitated. If they were facing werewolves themselves, their methods might be just as ruthless as Fatty Dragon's. But now they had other women with them. Women have a competitive spirit; no woman is going to compete on who's the most ruthless, it's all about elegance.

Fortunately, Lanling's order was not to gain too much of an advantage for the time being, which prevented them from being too conflicted. Thus, apart from Fatty Dragon, the beauties in the dungeon were less of a fighter and more of a game.

A group of stunningly beautiful women, with incredible speed and superb skills, flitted among a pack of ferocious werewolves like butterflies. If other men witnessed this, they might envy the werewolves, but knowing that these butterflies could be deadly at any moment, they would feel sorry for them. These foolish creatures were now nothing more than toys of death.

The dark priests, protected by the werewolves and led by Byrd, continuously cast various spells from the steps.

Unfortunately, their ability to use magic so easily was not a cause for celebration; the end result was one of terror and horror. These women seemed immune to dark magic. No matter how powerful or seemingly formidable the spells were, they were less than dust when they landed on them. If it were dust, they would at least brush it off, but these women seemed completely unaffected by so much dark magic.

Good heavens… great Satan… do beings truly exist in this world completely immune to dark magic?

What Byrd couldn't understand most was that even Juliet was immune to dark magic.

Had the Holy See of Light already acquired a method to become immune to dark magic?

This thought filled Bird with terror, even despair!

If things were truly as he imagined, the balance between the Holy See of Light and the Dark Church would be completely shattered. The Holy See of Light would launch its most powerful counterattack, and all members of the Dark Church would scatter like rats. What dignity would they have left as magicians?

Bird's hope was to become the leader of the Dark Church, the ruler of the dark world.

But what use would it be to become the leader of an organization on the verge of collapse?

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. If he truly became the leader, he would probably become the first target of the Holy See of Light's bounty hunt.

In an instant, Bird suddenly felt all his hopes shattered. His face turned ashen, as if he had aged decades...

"Let's leave and request reinforcements from headquarters!"

Bird decisively gave the order and was the first to head out. The other Dark Priests couldn't wait to leave and hurriedly followed behind Bird.

None of them saw the archaeologist, who had been sitting silently on the ground as if asleep, secretly flick his fingers.

Bang!

Bird encountered an obstacle as he rushed out of the dungeon. From a distance, the entrance was a faint red, much like the afterglow of a setting sun, unremarkable. But as Bird, oblivious, tried to rush out, he was surprised to find himself seemingly crashing into an invisible net with incredible elasticity.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the faint red glow. The result of his excessive force was that his body, only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, was violently bounced back.

Dark magic was useless; no matter how strong the magic, it vanished silently upon encountering that red glow.

The werewolf's immense impact not only failed to break through the obstacle but also brought near-devastating disaster to Bird and the other priests. The force of the impact was great, but the elasticity was even greater; the massive body was violently bounced back, and the only result of hitting these gaunt mages was that the mages were doomed. One priest was nearly crushed to death by the werewolf.

"Charge in from the outside!"

Byrd shouted, looking at the werewolves surrounding the dungeon. They were his last hope.

Strangely, separated only by a thin, transparent red haze, Byrd could see outside, but the werewolves seemed oblivious to his shouts, as if they couldn't see them at all. No matter how hard Byrd screamed, no one even glanced in his direction.

Then, Byrd saw a wind pick up outside, and he could even clearly see the dust rising from the ground.

Amidst the swirling dust, the simple-minded werewolves wouldn't notice that besides the dust, there was also a faint black mist permeating the sky…

"Strange, why is the wind blowing?"

One of the men murmured in bewilderment, "This castle is the only dark artifact in the Dark Church blessed with an ancient magic circle, capable of generating its own energy and floating in the sky for extended periods. Thanks to the magic circle, even high in the sky, the castle is not only invisible but also has a natural barrier that maintains its internal temperature, blocking out cold air and winds.

Due to the loss of ancient magic, the Dark Church can no longer create a second aerial castle. Therefore, after acquiring the right to use this castle, Bird was immensely pleased, and it was precisely because of the elders' preferential treatment that he was so confident of becoming the next Grand Master.

But now it seems this castle isn't perfect. The magic circle acts like an air conditioner, keeping the air inside fresh, but this air circulation is extremely slow, happening almost imperceptibly, meaning that ventilation isn't as fast as one might expect.

If a fast-acting poison were to permeate such a slowly circulating castle… would anyone be able to escape?"

Of course, the castle's builders weren't unaware of this, but what are dark mages for? Their expertise in alchemy, euphemistically called magical experiments, was, frankly, the creation of all sorts of deadly poisons. It's no exaggeration to say that no poison in the world could harm a decent dark mage, so there was no need to waste time on useless defenses.

Note that this only applied to dark mages; however, Bird and the others were in the dungeon. Even if there were some priests outside, they…

The first werewolf collapsed in agony, as if unveiling the prelude to a tragedy.

All the werewolves howled in pain and fell to the ground until they were silent. Their dark skin turned a sickly white, their once-shiny fur became dull, and wrinkles even appeared beneath the fur.

Bird recognized it: it was "Blood-Draining Agent," one of the most potent poisons in dark magic. Any creature exposed to this agent would die within a very short time, its blood evaporated.

"Blood-Draining Agent" was merely a product of dark magic alchemy, never circulating in the outside world. Who was outside using such a poison to mass-produce werewolves?

Bird gasped for breath, his gaunt body trembling. He knew he had fallen into a massive trap, a trap designed to destroy them all.

Satan!

There was a spy for the Holy See in the castle!

Bird couldn't fathom how those dark mages could have been bribed by the Holy See. Dark mages and Holy See members were instinctively repelled…

As Bird's fear and confusion deepened, the answer was revealed.

The alluring Tu Yao appeared with a charming smile at the entrance to the courtyard outside the dungeon, holding a reagent bottle. Beneath it, an alchemical alcohol furnace was still burning, melting and evaporating the black powder within. Black mist continuously emerged from the bottle, floating in the air and permeating the castle.

"Tu Yao!"

Bird's body trembled violently, his face contorting with rage as he gritted his teeth. This woman was a traitor to the Church!

After all the werewolves fell dead, Tu Yao tossed aside the reagent bottle and alcohol stove in her hands, swaying gracefully like a willow in the wind as she approached the dungeon door. Unlike the werewolves, Tu Yao could see Bird and the others inside through the zombie aura.

"Vice President, what are you doing standing here? Hehe, can't get out?"

Tu Yao said with a smile.

"Tu Yao! You're actually a traitor to the church!"

Bird said fiercely.

"What traitor? That's so harsh... I just found a good master and I'm just doing what my master says."

Tu Yao said coquettishly.

Master?

Bird was stunned. He knew Tu Yao quite well. This woman was always arrogant and aloof, otherwise, as the vice president, he wouldn't be able to only look on with envy. But now, he clearly heard that this arrogant woman actually had a master?

What kind of person could make her willingly become a slave?

Tu Yao gently rubbed her wrist and said, "Vice President, why did you leave so many priests in the castle? Honestly, even after bewitching them all, stabbing each one made my wrist ache."

"You...you killed them all?"

Bird felt a wave of dizziness.

"Yes, not only that, I also destroyed the magic circle connecting the castle and headquarters. Those crystals were too big; if they were smaller, they would be beautiful set in jewelry,"

Tu Yao said innocently.

Before Bird could recover from the shock, Tu Yao smiled mysteriously and said, "Didn't you keep asking me where Priestess Mora and the others went?"

"Where did they go!"

Bird blurted out instinctively.

"They... under the master's orders, they've been causing trouble all over the Eastern Continent under the guise of the Dark Church, targeting True Martial Artists and Cultivators. But I reckon with their strength, they're probably already dead by now. Maybe... those True Martial Artists and Cultivators are on their way to the Western Continent to seek revenge on the Church..." "

But don't worry, Priestess Mora and the others aren't fighting alone. They have two knights from the Holy See helping them, but those two knights are acting in the Holy See's name, so their achievements probably can't be attributed to our church..."

When Tu Yao finished speaking, Bird almost fainted.

He realized that a terrible conspiracy had enveloped the entire Western Continent, and not only the Dark Church, but the dark hand behind it all seemed to be trying to wipe out the Holy See as well.

He had previously looked down on those werewolves who were used as cannon fodder, but now it seemed he was just an insignificant cannon fodder in the whole conspiracy.

If he knew that his death was entirely due to Lanling's attempt to cultivate a harmonious relationship with Qiuyan, even as a ghost, Bird would regret his self-serving plan and lament his utterly unlucky fate.

There was nothing he could do; when misfortune strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Bird had simply hitched a ride on death's coattails…

The fighting in the dungeon continued, but the casualties had decreased significantly. Compared to the ruthlessness Fatty Dragon had displayed earlier, the others were remarkably elegant. Even Fatty Dragon seemed somewhat exhausted, rarely attacking and focusing solely on defense.

While the others conserved their strength, Qiuyan attacked with all her might. However, her magic power was too weak. Her flying sword could initially kill with a single strike, but as her magic power waned, the sword could only inflict increasingly shallow wounds on the thick-skinned werewolves.

Beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, her pretty face flushed with exhaustion. Qiuyan, panting heavily, manipulated her flying sword, occasionally glancing at Lanling, secretly regretting that she hadn't prepared more talismans before coming.

Qiu Yan was different from the others. Everyone present, except for her, possessed non-human physiques—either zombies or demons, all far stronger than her.

Before long, Qiu Yan's magical power had diminished by nearly 70-80%, her movements noticeably slower, and she struggled much more to control her flying sword.

She didn't see that when she turned to anxiously glance at Lan Ling again, a werewolf, crouching low, darted to her side. The instant it raised its claws, a bloody hole appeared silently in its chest; its heart had been shattered. "

Damn it, trying to touch my woman?" Lan Ling looked disdainfully at the werewolf's corpse, deciding it was time. Although he was confident in controlling the situation, he didn't want Qiu Yan to tire herself out.

Meanwhile, unable to leave, Bird, nearly driven to despair by Tu Yao's attack at the door, retreated back into the dungeon.

Despair can drive a person hysterical and psychologically twisted. A person without hope has nothing left to hold onto, and a destructive mentality arises, especially in those who usually value hope. Clearly, Byrd was such a person…

He had no way out. Because of his fervent anticipation and beautiful dreams for the future, he valued himself more than others, indulging in pleasure to satisfy himself, and was also more afraid of death. But now, he understood that the only path before him seemed to be death.

Byrd was unwilling!

“Eat them all!”

Byrd’s gaunt face twisted as he pulled a bottle from his pocket and said viciously.

The transparent glass bottle contained half a bottle of small red pills. He poured the pills into his palm, his eyes blazing with malice as he looked at those around him.

This was a product of Byrd’s alchemical research—a drug that could stimulate potential, using the burning of life force to dramatically increase one’s strength.

Recently, Byrd’s experiments had focused on developing this drug, but due to the lack of suitable living subjects for clinical trials, the drug was still in a semi-finished stage. But now, Byrd couldn’t care less about that.

Originally, he researched this substance only to make the cannon fodder of the Dark Church stronger, better protect these pampered high-ranking individuals, and make their attacks on the Holy See more powerful.

Although this drug would burn away life force after consumption, potentially leading to death, Byrd hadn't considered this when he was researching it. After all, it was for cannon fodder, and there were countless of them; death was inevitable.

"Eat it!"

Byrd roared again, his voice chilling.

Compared to the timid priests who dared not reach out, the werewolf cannon fodder were much more obedient. They obediently took the pills and swallowed them without a second thought.

"Eat it or not? If you don't, I'll have the werewolves tear you to pieces right now!"

Byrd stared menacingly at the priests.

All the werewolves in the castle were directly under Byrd's command, so none of the priests doubted that at Byrd's command, the werewolves in battle would abandon their enemies and tear them apart first.

Finally, Byrd actually ordered two werewolves beside him to cruelly shove the pills into the priests' mouths.

These priests, skilled in dark magic, were no match for the werewolves' strength. As the werewolves choked them, the pills rolled into their stomachs.

Bird grinned maliciously, retreating to a corner, and gave the order: "Kill some of them, and have the rest break through the dungeon roof!"

Howls…

Less than a minute after swallowing the pills, the werewolves underwent a dramatic transformation. Their enormous, ring-shaped wolf eyes turned blood red, and ghastly white bone spurs pierced their skin at their elbows and knees, yet no blood flowed from the pierced holes.

A series of distorted wolf howls rose and fell, deafeningly loud, even shaking the dungeon, sending dust raining down from the ceiling.

The priests, lacking the werewolves' formidable physique, had large chunks of flesh peel off their bodies after consuming the pills, revealing ghastly white bones, but again, no blood flowed. They clutched their heads, writhing and groaning in pain, their bodies creaking as their bones lengthened considerably, making them half again as tall as before, especially their arms, which were even longer than their bodies…

Thanks to the pill's modifications, their bodies had indeed gained far greater strength than before, making it difficult for Fatty Dragon and the others.

Previously, they had conserved their strength, maintaining a balanced level of performance; now, they couldn't rapidly increase their energy along with the werewolves' mutation, could they? That would be too obvious a weakness; unless Qiu Yan was an idiot, she would definitely see it.

"Master… get up quickly! This way of fighting while conserving strength is more painful than getting beaten up…"

Fatty Dragon muttered to himself after dodging an werewolf's attack.

The werewolf mutation directly caused Qiu Yan's previously barely defensive position to become unbearable.

A mutated werewolf, its blood-red eyes blazing, charged towards Qiu Yan, panting heavily, even deflecting a flying sword during its attack without any hesitation.

Just as the massive claws were about to strike Qiu Yan…

Boom!

A deafening roar shook everyone, causing their blood to boil. Bird, who had been hiding far away, was thrown to the ground, his face pale as he watched the ghostly figure appear before Qiu Yan, grabbing the mutated werewolf by the neck with one hand. The werewolf offered no resistance, slowly lowering its claws.

"Teacher, you're finally awake..."

Qiu Yan instinctively hugged Lan Ling's arm, exclaiming with delight.

"Yes, I'm awake, baby. You look exhausted. Are you alright?"

Lan Ling turned and spoke softly.

Qiu Yan had previously worried that even with his newfound strength, Lan Ling's awakening would bring some side effects. But now, her worries seemed unnecessary. At least now, his eyes were still so gentle, his voice still so tender. He was still him, the man she deeply loved...

"I'm fine. How about you?"

Qiu Yan asked with concern.

"Of course I'm fine. I've never felt so good, like my whole body is full of power!"

Lan Ling said with a smile, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Beatrice beside him.

Beatrice understood immediately, kicking a werewolf away and flashing to Lanling's side, feigning surprise. "My god, the legend is true! Those with Yin energy really do undergo amazing changes after becoming vampires. He... he's at least several levels stronger than me now..."

Beatrice's words provided a perfect explanation for the power Lanling was about to display.

"Really?"

Qiu Yan looked at Lanling with delight, her eyes glistening with tears. Her previous worries were now relieved, and she was so excited she almost cried.

Lanling gently squeezed Qiu Yan's small hand and said, "Baby, did you hear that? From now on, I can protect my woman, not the other way around!"

"Wait a moment, okay? I'm going to punish these bastards who made my darling so afraid!"

Lanling gently released Qiu Yan's hand, turned around, and his tall body shielded her like a protective wall. Looking at the imposing figure before her, Qiu Yan felt a surge of tenderness and affection. The gloomy dungeon seemed to suddenly brighten with sunshine, and the tension and fear she had felt earlier vanished. Qiu Yan suddenly thought, even if I died now, it would be worth it…

Chapter Six: The Cunning of a Beauty

. With Beatrice's words paving the way, Lan Ling no longer had any scruples. After all, Qiu Yan's understanding of vampires was limited. Beatrice had already said that Lan Ling had reached an unimaginable level; as for how high that level was, that had unlimited potential, and Lan Ling could do whatever he wanted.

Qiu Yan couldn't see that the man's eyes, now bloodshot, were suddenly filled with immense pressure, except for their own people. This oppressive aura instilled fear in them from the depths of their hearts, emanating from this man. They seemed to see the gates of hell slowly opening towards them.

A dense aura of zombies emanated from Lanling, forming countless tornadoes that swept outwards. The mutated werewolves staggered, and the flesh and blood of the mutated priests peeled away at an accelerated rate, even including bones cracked by the immense pressure.

If the mutated creatures were in such a state, what about Bird, who was not mutated?

Byrd stood in the corner, his gaunt face a purplish-red, as if a pair of powerful, invisible hands were crushing his body, almost squeezing out his internal organs.

Huff, huff…

Blood gushed from Byrd's eyes, nose, and ears. He gasped for breath, his eyes rolling back, straining with all his might to force the pill in his hand into his mouth.

His hand was so close to his mouth, yet that short distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

How could he have imagined that these drugs, once used to exploit those werewolf cannon fodder, would now be something he couldn't even obtain?

Thinking about it, it was truly a damn irony!

Byrd struggled, knowing he was doomed anyway. Rather than be crushed by this invisible pressure, he might as well fight like a cornered beast, hoping to at least prolong his life…

Lanling slowly extended his hand. The werewolf closest to him suddenly let out a bloodcurdling howl, his veins bursting and spurting blood from his ruptured skin. He collapsed silently to the ground like a pile of mud amidst a shower of blood.

The difference in strength was terrifying. At this moment, Lanling was a god controlling these people's lives; he could reap them at will, using their lives to complete the play he had orchestrated.

When Lanling moved, the pressure lessened considerably. Byrd's hand suddenly lost resistance and slammed into his nose. Even so, Byrd was satisfied. He swallowed the pill mixed with blood.

The mutation began…

Byrd felt an unbearable itch, as if countless tiny claws were scratching his body. Then, this itch transformed into intense pain, causing him to uncontrollably let out a piercing howl. He began to regret why he hadn't made the medicine milder when he created it.

Unfortunately, he seemed only focused on making the drug more potent to create an overwhelming effect and please the elders.

"Kill...kill...kill them..."

Bird screamed, his body a bloody mess, his long arms wielding his wand, attacking Lanling with a necromantic aura of dark magic.

"How disgusting, so nauseating..."

Fox grumbled, her celestial demon powers capable of destroying the castle in an instant, yet now she had to conserve her strength and endure this repulsive scene.

"Miss Juliet, please protect Qiu Yan, I'll fight them to the death!"

Lanling shouted.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Qiu Yan cried out urgently, activating her flying sword to follow Lanling into the werewolf battle.

Juliet hurriedly grabbed Qiu Yan, saying, "Wait a moment, Teacher Lanling should be fine. Praise be to the God of Light! His strength is beyond my comprehension. Miss Qiu Yan, please be patient. Let me see just how strong Teacher Lanling is, okay? I'm certain that no one here can harm him."

Qiu Yan longed to fight alongside her beloved man, but although Juliet spoke in a conciliatory tone, her grip on Qiu Yan's arm was quite firm. While it wouldn't cause Qiu Yan pain, it was enough to control the already exhausted Qiu Yan's steps.

Her master had entrusted her with taking care of Qiu Yan; how could she dare let Qiu Yan rush out? What if something went wrong… Juliet couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

"Extras, you can leave now…"

A cold smile appeared on Lanling's lips.

Death raised its scythe high, and the death knell of hell tolled.

Lanling swept through every corner of the dungeon like a whirlwind. It appeared he was fighting alongside Fatty Dragon, Ling Xue, and the others, but in reality, he was already taking their lives as he passed by the werewolves and priests.

One by one, the mutated werewolves and priests fell, the stench of blood filling the entire dungeon, thick enough to make one nauseous.

"Miss Juliet, quickly take Qiuyan and rush out! I'll cover you!"

Lanling shouted. He had cleared the area near the passageway, but hadn't yet wiped out all the werewolves in other areas. Lanling desperately wanted Qiuyan to leave the dungeon quickly, to avoid being so restrained. Even with Beatrice's help, he couldn't act too monstrous, could he? Only now did Lanling finally understand Fatty Dragon and the others' previous feelings.

"Miss Qiuyan, come with me!"

Juliet said urgently.

"No, I want to stay here!"

Qiuyan said stubbornly.

"Look, they've completely gained the upper hand. Victory is just a matter of time. I never imagined that our initial goal was merely to escape, but because of Teacher Lanling, we could actually eliminate all these demons,"

Juliet said. With that, she pulled Qiu Yan out of the dungeon, ignoring her struggles.

Outside the dungeon, Tu Yao waited quietly.

When Qiu Yan saw Tu Yao, her expression changed instantly, and her flying sword, radiating a blue aura, suddenly rose into the air.

"Miss Qiu Yan, don't be impulsive!"

Tu Yao hurriedly said, twisting her waist and hiding behind Juliet. The shrewd and calculating Qiu Yan dared not fight, thinking only of how to appease her.

Juliet quickly protected Tu Yao, saying to Qiu Yan, "Miss Qiu Yan, Tu Yao is our friend. Please let me explain."

Friend?

Qiu Yan was taken aback. Kind-hearted and not usually unreasonable, seeing Juliet's words, it seemed there must be some hidden reason.

"Tuyao was indeed a member of the Dark Church, but that was in the past. She has long since abandoned the darkness and embraced the light... Back then, her actions were actually something we planned out in secret. We couldn't all be locked up in the dungeon, could we? That would be completely hopeless. Someone had to be out there, even if it was just to find a chance to call for help,"

Juliet said.

"Why didn't you say anything in the dungeon?"

Qiuyan asked suspiciously.

Juliet smiled and said, "Miss, think about it. Even though Tuyao was out there, was it easy for her to deal with those vicious demons? If we put all our hopes on her, what were our chances? We could only rely on ourselves. If I had told you, would the outcome have been the same? Perhaps we would still be waiting for news of Tuyao in the dungeon, instead of being able to escape and eliminate these demons, preventing them from harming others."

"I've already dealt with the guards outside. Luckily, I gained their trust by doing so, hehe... Otherwise, why would they have a feast to welcome me and drink the wine I poured?"

Tuyao said with a grin.

As Tu Yao had said, there was no sound outside, and the dead werewolf guards had somehow been moved somewhere.

Qiu Yan had no reason to doubt Tu Yao anymore, and a smile appeared on her icy face: "I didn't expect Miss Tu, you're so capable."

At this moment, Lan Ling and the others came out of the dungeon, Lan Ling's face pale with illness.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Qiu Yan rushed to Lan Ling's side and asked with concern.

Lan Ling forced a smile and suddenly collapsed into Qiu Yan's arms.

"Teacher, teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Qiu Yan was immediately frightened and looked at the others with pleading eyes.

"Miss Bilis, what's wrong with teacher? You...you said there were no side effects?"

Qiu Yan asked, choking back tears.

Beatrice's face was grave. She sighed softly but remained silent, which only made Qiu Yan more anxious.

"Miss Beatrice, please tell me! What's wrong with Teacher Lanling? You're a vampire, you must have a way, right?"

Qiu Yan grabbed Beatrice's arm.

Beatrice smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher Lanling is a being imbued with Yin energy, and his changes have exceeded my expectations. He's like this now because he fought desperately right after awakening, and overused his energy before it had fully adapted to his body..."

"Won't he be fine after resting for a while?"

Qiu Yan looked at Beatrice with hopeful eyes, wishing Beatrice would nod and give her a definite answer.

Unfortunately, Beatrice's sigh made Qiu Yan's heart sink.

"If only he just needed to rest..."

Beatrice said with a bitter smile.

"Then what should we do?"

Qiu Yan asked urgently.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment before saying, "You must understand, we vampires are a race that absorbs Yin energy. Yin energy is the foundation of our cultivation and the source of our energy. Teacher Lanling is a Yin energy-containing body, which means that after becoming a vampire, the large amount of Yin energy accumulated in his body was immediately utilized, like throwing a spark into a pot of oil. But awakening alone is not enough. There is a period of fusion after awakening, during which energy will transform the body to achieve a delicate balance. However, because Teacher Lanling did not fully fuse before overusing energy, the final result was an imbalance between energy and Yin energy..."

Beatrice glanced at Lanling and continued, "In my estimation, Teacher Lanling used energy without any skill, which caused him to rely heavily on energy during the fight, resulting in a surge in energy. The speed of this surge was faster than the speed of Yin energy and energy fusion. In other words, the energy in his body had suppressed the Yin energy, and there was no balance at all. If my guess is correct, the final result may be that his body could not withstand the increased energy and exploded to death."

Qiu Yan's face immediately turned ashen, looking frighteningly ugly.

Ling Xue, standing to the side, secretly complained that Beatrice's words were too harsh. If Qiu Yan were frightened, it wouldn't just be Qiu Yan who would suffer in the end.

"Miss Beatrice, think carefully, there must be a way, right?"

Ling Xue said.

Beatrice pretended to ponder for a long time before saying, "There's only one way, and that's to increase Teacher Lanling's Yin energy and restore balance with the energy." "

Then let's quickly take Teacher Lanling to a place with abundant Yin energy?"

Ya Si said.

Beatrice shook her head and said, "How can it be that easy? The places we know are places known to everyone in the world, and wherever many people have passed through, the Yin energy has already been almost completely absorbed by the Yang energy of the human body. Besides, even if we knew, now that we're in the castle, who knows how to control it? Our time is limited."

Everyone turned their attention to Tu Yao, who shook her head and said, "I haven't had time to study how to control this castle yet."

"If you study it now, how long would it take to control it?"

Ling Xue asked.

"If I act quickly, it will only take three days,"

Beatrice said. "But we only have two days at most."

"Could you tell me your birthdays?"

Fox, who had been silent for a while, suddenly asked.

Everyone looked at Beatrice with suspicion, then at Fox, wondering what they were up to. Was it Lanling's hint, or were they acting on their own?

Even with some doubts, they all cooperated and told Fox their birthdays.

Fox looked at Beatrice and said with a smile, "In our Eastern culture, the 'ultimate Yin' doesn't just refer to a place filled with Yin energy; it can also refer to people… I think I've heard somewhere that women are also Yin. Yin and Yang, men are Yang, and women are naturally Yin."

No one understood this better than Qiu Yan, at least on the surface.

Fox spoke vaguely, but it seemed she was saying these things specifically to remind Qiu Yan. Hearing this, Qiu Yan's eyes lit up. She had been so frightened and confused that she had lost her composure. Now, thinking about it carefully, how come she hadn't remembered?

Why was Fox asking about birthdays?

Could the purpose be to ask about someone born in a yin year and yin month?

But these are just the claims of those old charlatans; finding such a person is like searching for a needle in a haystack…

Suddenly!

Qiu Yan's heart trembled, and a blush suddenly appeared on her pale face. Heavens… wasn't she herself a one-in-a-million pure yin female body?

Fox had been observing Qiu Yan's changing expression, and upon seeing Qiu Yan's appearance, a barely perceptible sly smile flashed in Fox's eyes.

Mei Niang's cunning and wit were no less than Hu'er's, and she chimed in, "Doesn't this mean we need to balance yin and yang? Tsk tsk... a plot straight out of a novel..."

Ya Si pouted and said, "What we're experiencing now is like something out of a fantasy novel for ordinary people, isn't it? How could the people on the ground imagine that there's a medieval castle flying overhead..."

Ling Xue frowned and said, "Stop joking around. Let's think about how to rescue Teacher Lanling first. You know, he only has two days..."

"We've been trying to come up with a plan, sigh..."

Mei Niang sighed softly, "But worrying like this isn't a solution. We don't understand these things. We've only been vampires for a short time, so only you and Miss Juliet can make the decisions."

Qiu Yan silently looked at the pale-faced, unconscious Lanling, biting her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, and suddenly said, "Only two days. Could you think of a way for me to take Teacher Lanling into the room and take care of him? It's a bit chilly outside..."

"Of course, by the way, the room those guys arranged for me earlier was quite nice, I'll take you there,"

Tu Yao nodded.

Fatty Long, carrying Lan Ling, followed Tu Yao and Qiu Yan towards the residential area.

Watching Qiu Yan's retreating figure, Beatrice immediately shut her mouth. The act was over; among the remaining people, apart from Juliet, who was her vampire descendant, everyone else held a higher status than her. She was very sensible.

"Qiu Yan's affection for her master is truly touching,"

Ling Xue whispered.

Fox smiled and said, "Luckily, I was sensible enough to leave the leader's position to Qiu Yan..." "

It's just that Qiu Yan must have been terrified these past few days,"

Meiniang sighed.

Fox shook her head and said, "Sometimes, a white lie is far easier to accept than reality. If we don't arrange this, one day Qiu Yan will discover that Master isn't an ordinary person. If she discovers it first, she'll think Master is deceiving her... Although Qiu Yan is gentle and kind, she's also very stubborn. At that time, she'll definitely leave heartbroken without listening to any of Master's explanations..."

"Master arranged such a complicated scene for her, which shows how much Master likes her..."

Ya Si said.

Belis kept her lips tightly closed, offering no opinion. She suddenly felt a pang of regret. Although she hadn't met Lan Ling as early as Qiu Yan, she had spent the most time with her. If she hadn't treated Master so badly back then... would she be receiving the same treatment as Qiu Yan now?

In the luxurious and comfortable guest room, Fatty Long gently placed Lanling on the soft bed.

Qiu Yan suddenly felt curious. Wasn't this nouveau riche always so noisy and annoying? Why had his attitude suddenly become so kind?

"If only we could land on the ground sooner, then we could find something to heal Teacher Lanling. I'd be willing to spend any amount of money. If it weren't for him, even if we weren't dead, we probably wouldn't have been able to escape safely yet,"

Fatty Long sighed.

Qiu Yan immediately felt relieved, and her dislike for Fatty Long lessened considerably. It seemed this fat man was actually grateful.

"You guys go out first, let Teacher Lanling rest quietly for a while, okay?"

Qiu Yan said softly.

Tu Yao and Pang Long nodded. Tu Yao said, "If you need anything, just call me. I'll start studying the castle's structural diagrams now and familiarize myself with it as soon as possible."

Qiu Yan nodded and said, "Thank you, I'm sorry about earlier."

Tu Yao smiled and shook her head, saying, "Don't be so polite, we're all family..."

To Qiu Yan, Tu Yao's words might mean that they were all in the same trap, fellow sufferers in the same boat, but she didn't know Tu Yao's true meaning.

Pang Long glared at Tu Yao, complaining that she was talking nonsense. Tu Yao secretly stuck out her tongue and followed Pang Long out of the room, closing the door tightly.

Qiu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Lan Ling, her small hand gently stroking Lan Ling's handsome, angular face.

A tear fell, and Qiu Yan wept silently.

"Teacher, I know I've only loved you for such a short time, you absolutely can't have anything happen to you... I also hope my boyfriend will be like other people's boyfriends, taking them shopping, eating snacks, and going out to play... Teacher, my love should be sweet and happy, you will give me that, won't you? You must give it to me! Don't leave me, don't let my love become the most painful memory!"

Qiu Yan said, choking back tears.

"I love listening to your lectures so much. In the future, I only allow you to lecture to me, okay? No, and our child too... Teacher, please, open your eyes and look at me..." "

Teacher, do you remember? When Sister Xue and Sister Ya Si were always targeting you, I thought I was just indignant at the time. Now it seems that I already liked you back then, and I didn't want to hear anyone insult you..."

Qiu Yan sobbed, tears streaming down her face, recounting those memorable past events.

Lan Ling listened, and the cold-blooded heart of the zombie suddenly felt a surge of heat. The most sincere emotions were even more powerful than the Samadhi True Fire, capable of melting that thousand-year-old icy heart.

He suddenly felt an urge to get up and embrace Qiu Yan, but he had to restrain himself. He had orchestrated this complicated scheme for the future; better to suffer now than suffer later!

Qiu Yan gradually stopped crying, wiping away her tears. She gazed at Lan Ling and whispered, "I don't know if what they say is true, but I'll try! Even if it doesn't work, my first time will be with the man I love most… Perhaps this will be the only solace in my future pain of missing you."

Qiu Yan stood up, slowly unbuttoning her clothes, revealing her fair, smooth skin, which shone like jade in the afterglow of the setting sun streaming through the window.

Her beloved man needed the nourishment of yin energy to survive. Rather than waiting for others' hopeless search, she would heal him herself. What could be more yin than a pure yin body?

Just as Qiu Yan thought, even if she ultimately failed, she would have given her virginity to the man she loved most, and she would never regret it…

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