Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 163 - 152 Lanci’s Blessings Shine on the World _1

Inside a bedroom on the second floor of Lichtenstein Castle.

Princess Alexia was sitting at the edge of her bed, her listless eyes reflecting endless despair, like a little bird caged and waiting for death.

She could hear the faint commotion from the lower floor, signaling the arrival of the Count of the Blood Clan.

Soon, the Count would massacre everyone in the chapel and then come to the second floor to find her.

However.

She cast her eyes towards the window and saw through the exquisite carved window frame, that the dawn was breaking!

Then, moving slowly, Alexia began to stand up and walk towards the window, gently touching the cold glass with her hand.

The glass faintly reflected her gaunt and shocked face, but even from the second floor, she could feel the warm glow spilling from the first floor. It seemed like a powerful light shining through each glass window of the chapel, enough to illuminate the entire courtyard and even the forest!

The sky was deep and mysterious, and the night seemed to be burning with gentle flames.

"This light... it’s... it’s just like the real sun..."

Her voice was weak but persistent in the air, as if she was pleading to a savior who only existed in her imagination.

"Is this your power..."

Alexia couldn’t hide her emotions any longer.

This was the first time she had started to doubt —

Every word Lanci had spoken...that perhaps he was not deceiving her.

Even though common sense suggested that it was impossible for the sun to rise at midnight.

Yet the intuition that seemed to pervade her very bones was telling her that perhaps this light did possess the power to overcome the blood moon.

...

Meanwhile, in the real world, on the Jera Memorial Square in Ichrite Academy.

With the open-air giant screen as the center.

The emanating light painted the night with an enchanting layer of lustrous colors.

At this moment, the pure white open-air screen seemed to be the center of the campus, occupying all the students’ sight and seemingly stealing their voices, making them all silently watch the somewhat dazzling crystal screen.

The Executioner strode across the cathedral floor, each step landing like a hammer on Count Paluocas’s heart. The axe in the Executioner’s hand swung towards Count Paluocas with a wild force, almost splitting the air.

The moment the axe fell, the count’s eyes were still painfully shut. His battle instincts kicked in, and he raised his arms to block the blow with all his might.

Boom!

Sparks flew, and a metallic sound filled the air. The Count, with his seventh-order physical capabilities, blocked the axe. However, he staggered like a small boat in a storm and took several steps back.

"Despicable human!!!"

Count Paluocas bellowed in disbelief.

Was this the so-called "fist?" The shameless axeman took advantage of his momentary blindness!

The Count’s sleeves had torn, and two gruesome wounds showed on his forearms, his hands trembling from the sharp pain.

"Take my blade, Count."

Before the Count could react, the Paladin’s solemn voice rang from behind him.

He had somehow moved to the other side of the light, his silver armor coated in a golden sheen from the sun’s rays. He held in his hands a Holy Light Longsword, seemingly illuminating the world.

Every step of his charge was like a rhythmic drumbeat, deeply echoing in Count Paluocas’s heart.

The sound of the sword tip scraping the floor grew louder, the pressure it brought made Count Paluocas, with eyes forced shut, cautious in the darkness.

However, the Paladin, having thrown his sword aside, lunged fiercely at the Count. Alongside the sound of the sword hilt hitting the ground, the Paladin’s hands brutally struck the temples of Count Paluocas’s head, almost causing him to faint.

The male guard stood in a corner like a ghost, his shortsword gleaming coldly.

Count Paluocas felt himself losing clarity, before he could recover, a chilling aura of death emanated from in front of him.

Before he could guess what kind of attack it would be this time, the male guard ferociously stabbed his sword down towards the crown of his head.

"Pain Penetrates the Sky!"

The Great Love Poet, from a distance, accompanied the trio’s attack with her cheerful and melodious voice.

She seemed so happy that she was about to dance. Just like a cheerleader, she waved her slender arms behind the banquet table, cheering for the front-line fighters.

"You damn Succubus-!!! Don’t let me catch you!!!"

Count Paluocas’s bones gradually deformed under all sorts of despicable attacks, and he felt so furious that he wanted to die, but had nowhere to vent! Skin could not withstand sharp blades, and blood started to seethe out like boiling water!