Chapter 335 - 276 Sanctum_1

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Chapter 335: Chapter 276 Sanctum_1"No, after informing us, Miss Regina immediately went to seek reinforcements elsewhere. It may take a detour and she won’t be back until later because everything was so rushed. She didn’t have time to explain everything, she just mentioned that a powerful Dwarves Elf Vampire had been found here. What exactly is going on?" Mr. Darnell asked. Gaven quickly detailed the situation to Mr. Darnell and the others, including Daphne’s speculation about the Dwarves Elf Vampire Lord. Even with his extensive experience and expertise in dealing with the Undead, Mr. Darnell couldn’t help but sharply inhale a few breaths after hearing the details. The situation was too significant, and once again, it seemed to be connected to the Goddess of Undead Vengeance. However, he didn’t share Gaven’s psychological burden and didn’t care about provoking the wrath and retribution of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance. Because they had the backing, if the Goddess of Undead Vengeance dared to strike against them, the God of Justice would dare to launch a divine war against her. Extend one’s neck, and it’s a chop; withdraw one’s neck, and it’s still a chop. Gaven gritted his teeth and honestly admitted, "Mr. Darnell, there is another matter for which I should apologize to you and your two students. Regarding Weizemay Manor, last time, I didn’t fully disclose everything to you. In fact, Estelle and her daughter can no longer be considered fully human; they have merged with the manor..." "I have known about this for a while," Mr. Darnell said with a smile. "You already knew? Did Miss Regina tell you?" Gaven let out a long sigh of relief, seeing that the other party’s reaction was not too intense. "From the first time I saw Estelle and her daughter, I had my suspicions, but I was not certain. Don’t forget what we do," Mr. Darnell sighed. "They are pitiful people. As long as they do not harm the innocent, we should not disturb their peaceful lives. Please Mr. Gaven, take good care of them in the future." "Of course," Gaven said, seizing the positive start to the conversation and continued bravely, "In addition, the Black Nanmu tree in the manor has also been awakened by me. Its attributes are rather dark, possessing a unique Soul Prison ability. Right now, it has several Dwarves Elves imprisoned within, all followers of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance who came to seek revenge on me for affairs concerning the manor; it is currently on its way here." "What?" This time it was Mr. Darnell’s turn to open his eyes wide in surprise. "What have you turned Weizemay Manor into now? Isn’t it more like Ghost Manor than before? Don’t tell me you also have a devil servant who’s been following behind you this whole time..." "Actually, there is one," Gaven said, with an embarrassed and shy smile. That sentence directly choked off Mr. Darnell’s words. After regaining his composure, Mr. Darnell said, "Do you have anything else related to darkness or evil? I’m prepared mentally now." Gaven thought hard for a moment, slightly uncertain, "There shouldn’t be anymore, at least not any major ones." Even the usually very serious Mr. Darnell couldn’t help but say, "If it wasn’t for the fact that I already knew you, and had personally witnessed the situation at Weizemay Manor, I would have had to force myself not to suspect that you are the greatest Dark Lord here, the one who should be vanquished." "Haha, Mr. Darnell, you really have a sense of humor," Gaven laughed dryly a few times. But seeing their serious expressions, it didn’t seem like they were joking. Especially the young Paladin Ceylon, who looked at him as if he were a monster, constantly scrutinizing him with piercing eyes, particularly at his shadow, wondering if she had already noticed Amanda. Gaven decided to keep a low profile for the time being and not summon Amanda unless absolutely necessary. He sought to keep other members associated with darkness and evil as far away as possible from them. Dealing with Paladins was the simplest thing. The premise being that one should not be tainted with darkness and evil; once tainted, it becomes the most troublesome affair. After the arrival of the five Paladins, the people of the Tesser Refugee Camp were calmed. At least, no one talked about leaving anymore and began to assist Gaven and the others with preparations. There wasn’t much ordinary people could do—fill many containers with water at most, and wait for the Paladins and the Priests to infuse them with divine energy, turning it into Holy Water for future use. They spared no effort in transforming the water into Holy Water: the more, the better. By the barrelful and vatful. In front of the church, they even dug a pit one person deep, filled it with water, and turned it all into Holy Water; whether it was a Vampire Derivative or a Vampire, anyone who fell into it would find great amusement. The second item they could prepare was wooden stakes. With the help of two Pikespirit Druids brought by Lord Virginia, this task was made much simpler. In half a day, they created nearly a thousand sharp stakes, carefully placed in the church and the granary, with some fashioned into Traps, but most were placed in conspicuous locations. They ensured that when needed, people could find and use stakes immediately. Whether it was a Combat Belt, a combat backpack, or a Dimensional Bag, they were all packed with Holy Water and wooden stakes, and at least the Dragon Tremor Bombs that Gaven never went without were replaced with Holy Water and stakes. As he accumulated more valuable items, especially after he started dabbling in magic, The Howard Convenient Bag was clearly not enough. When possible, he needed a Dimensional Ring, a Dimensional Bag, or some kind of large portable Dimensional Space. Regrettably, these coveted items were not easy to come by; they were hardly ever for sale on the market, and if they were, they commanded astronomical prices. Even if he sold all of Weizemay Manor’s black wine, there was no guarantee he could afford a Dimensional Space, even with the principal and interest combined. Regina returned around noon. Instead of bringing two Priests as expected, she brought just one—however, he was a Transcendent Priest, capable of casting the fifth-circle Holy Dwelling Spell. Gaven’s side also had a Spellcaster capable of casting Holy Dwelling Spell, but he was a Druid. Now with the arrival of a Transcendent Priest, the responsibility naturally fell to him to cast the spell. Despite both being able to cast Holy Dwelling, there were still subtle differences between the two. The difference is just like casting healing spells, it harnesses energy of a different nature. Against vampires, of course, it’s the Transcendent Priest who invokes holy energy, casting spells with the best effect. The Sanctum is a ceremonial spell, with a casting time of twenty-four hours, and once successful, it lasts for a full year. Gaven and his team did not have such a long preparation time, nor did they need it to last that long. Therefore, they made adjustments, shortening the casting time as well as the duration. The casting time needed only one hour, and the Sanctum would last just twenty-four hours. "God says, this place shall be a holy dwelling, let the light shine forth, and evil recede, the spell is complete," roared the Transcendent Priest. Holy energy ascended, intertwining with the smoke arising from the burning herbs, oil, and incense in the church, forming a sanctified light barrier that merged into the walls of the church. This humble little church was instantaneously filled with a divine radiance indescribable by words, palpable even to ordinary people. Gaven was the first to step out from inside. If he had been any later, Amanda would have been driven out of her own shadow by this sacred energy. This was one of the four sacred effects of the Sanctum, a destination protected by an evil-repelling array. Although Amanda was not of an evil alignment, she certainly couldn’t be considered good, and primarily composed of negative energy, it was natural for her to feel extremely uncomfortable and repelled. Regardless, tonight, she definitely couldn’t enter the granary and could only serve as an ambush in other civilian homes. Black Nanmu and Thornspike faced the same fate, not just because of their attributes but also due to their size. Upon their arrival, they had brought no small shock to the Tesser Refugee Camp. For many, treants were a race that existed only in legends; they spent their entire lives as myths, never actually encountering them, let alone seeing treants like half-centaurs, walking on four legs. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Night fell once again over the Tesser Refugee Camp. Apart from the brightly lit church and granary, the entire camp was eerily silent. Everything was as quiet as death. Including the vampires that had strutted about all of last night, there was no sign of movement. Both the Holy Warriors and Priests could maintain their composure, resting with their eyes closed, but the young militiamen acting as bait grew restless, unable to resist whispering to each other. "What’s going on? Could it be that the vampires are aware of our trap and dare not come?" "We only started our operations during the day, those vampires would be sound asleep underground, how could they possibly notice?" "Just because the vampires are sleeping deeply doesn’t mean their evil minions are sleeping too. Is it possible that one of their evil minions has infiltrated our midst? Isn’t this how the biographies always describe it?" "Even if an evil minion had infiltrated, they would not have had the chance to pass on the message, everyone stayed behind, and not a single person left." "Could it be that the vampires, seeing our preparedness last night, changed their hunting grounds? That they won’t come to our place anymore?" "If the vampires came as soon as night fell, we would be the ones to worry." "Worry about what, Holy Warrior Sir?" "Worry that those vampires might have some unexpected tricks up their sleeves or are prepared to use lethal magic to collapse the granary regardless of the consequences and casualties. For now, it seems that they do not intend to do so but are planning to employ more conventional tactics." "What conventional tactics?" "Of course, to charm and gather those creatures to attack the granary and the church. It’s the method they most commonly use to force people out of their homes, and it certainly takes time... Listen, haven’t they already arrived?" Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but display the look of straining their ears to listen. At first, there was only the crackling sound of the firewood burning. Listening again, it seemed that you could hear the night wind howling outside the granary. Listening carefully, apart from the sound of the wind sweeping through, there was a growing roar, the howls of those hunters, drawing increasingly closer. Although unseen, an adept hunter who had lived near the edge of the Comanso Great Forest for nearly a decade could easily distinguish several of these sounds. The robust calls belonged to the Korsoman Tiger, a forest tiger that was big and fierce. Even a Combat Profession Practitioner could easily be knocked down by one, and a single bite could wrench off the head. The prolonged screech of an owl signaled not a massive owl but an Owl Bear. This large monster, with the head of an owl, the body of a bear, and covered with thick feathers, was said to originate from the Fairy Wilderness. They possessed a fierce and combative nature and a temper that ignited at the slightest provocation. Once a conflict arose, they would fight to the death. Even the Korsoman Tiger would avoid them whenever possible—who would want to quarrel with a bear? The incessant wolf howls needed no explanation—they were the most common hunters in the forest and the wilderness. You could see them everywhere, and sometimes, they even wandered into the camp to prey upon the hunt. Ordinarily, hearing just one of these sounds could be terrifying, but now, the mixture of countless calls sent chills down everyone’s spine. Only a being more powerful and terrifying than them could gather them together and lead them in the same direction. No need to speak further of this name; tonight, they were set to face a great terror head-on—vampires.

Chapter 335 - 276 Sanctum_1

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