Chapter 396: Pseudo-God

The Pantheon of Gods?

Monica’s expression instantly darkened.

She is a vampire, and also an Upper Vampire with the purest bloodline, a target that the Pantheon of Gods seeks to eliminate.

Barrow raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

He didn’t know Monica was a vampire of the Blood Alliance, but he could guess a thing or two from her expression.

The Night Watchmen organization was not aware of the grudges between the Blood Alliance and the Pantheon of Gods, but they knew that the hatred between the two was irreconcilable.

Mortal enemies!

Only one side could exist.

Especially the Pantheon of Gods, they even placed the task of eliminating vampires on par with resurrecting the gods, which shows how deep their hatred runs.

Monica’s beautiful eyes flickered as she asked:

“You are an ancient god, will you also die?”

“A god doesn’t necessarily represent power,” the little girl holding the apple spread her hands, laughing:

“My being sealed here is proof of that.”

“That person outside is not actually strong, just a follower of a god who obtained power that doesn’t belong to him, but I’m sealed and can only passively take hits, and eventually my divinity will dissipate.”

“Oh, right.”

She took a bite of the apple, speaking unhurriedly:

“You can call me Ace.”

Ace?

The three of them looked at each other.

“Um…” Blaise carefully raised his hand:

“Are you really a god?”

“Obviously.” Ace shrugged, her pair of clear, innocent eyes falling on him:

“Mortal, haven’t you seen a miracle before?”

As she spoke, she flicked a finger, and invisible particles in the void condensed in a complex way in the air.

In the blink of an eye.

A lively rabbit hopped out.

“Only a god can create living beings, of course… this requires a certain price.”

?

Blaise’s mouth hung open, his eyes filled with shock, his mind buzzing, unable to recover for a moment.

The other two didn’t have much of a reaction to this, after all, they were supernatural beings with a certain level of acceptance.

“Ancient God Ace,” Barrow asked:

“The one who sealed you must be a deity, why is Miss Monica’s blood able to break it?”

“You don’t understand.” Upon hearing this, Ace’s eyes lit up, staring intently at Monica:

“The blood in her body is the bane of all deities, theoretically, she shouldn’t exist.”

“The gods would not allow her existence!”

“However, her bloodline has also been cursed with some kind of vicious curse by the gods, she will never be able to bear offspring.”

Huh?

Blaise suddenly turned his head, looking at Monica.

Monica’s face was ashen.

“Unable to bear offspring?” Barrow frowned:

“How can that be…”

“That’s right.” Monica took a deep breath:

“Pure-blood vampires cannot continue the Blood Alliance, their numbers are always fixed, only when one member of the clan willingly gives up everything will another pure-blood vampire be born.”

“My mother died on the day I was born.”

“Ace!”

She clenched her teeth, looking at the ancient god:

“I can help you break the seal, but you have to swear to let us leave, and from now on, you are not allowed to attack the Blood Clan, you can’t reveal my secret, and you must guarantee that you won’t break your word…”

“So many requests?” Ace pursed her lips:

“Fine.”

“I promise!”

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“You are guilty!”

The Singer of Praises Seraph raised the scepter in his hand, scattering white light all over the sky, falling into the seal.

“Rumble…”

The earth trembled.

The black wizard Abbott, holding the scroll, carefully observed the surrounding situation.

His actions were undoubtedly superfluous.

The Singer of Praises Seraph, shrouded in ‘holy light’, was the only pure life form he could sense.

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Holy light scattered,

The sacred beetles resurrected from petrification quickly turned into ashes, the holy light domain cutting off all other energies.

Even as a third-circle wizard, he couldn’t do anything, he could only obediently wait for it to end.

Huh?

Seeing that the earthquake was getting smaller and smaller, the Singer of Praises Seraph suddenly frowned, and immediately took a step forward:

“Escape?”

“The seal is right here, where can you escape to?”

“You are guilty!”

Holy light fell again.

It could be clearly seen that below was a huge black shadow, struggling to wriggle away into the distance.

That black shadow covered an area of ​​several thousand acres, and upon closer inspection, it was a huge, twisted, and decaying corpse.

As the holy light fell, the corpse melted away.

The holy light scattered by the Singer of Praises Seraph was inconspicuous compared to that huge body, but even an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, and facing an ‘ancient god’ who could not resist, the victor would ultimately be their side.

In the black wizard Abbott’s perception, the ‘ancient god’s’ corpse, carrying the seal, was struggling to wriggle away into the distance, making futile struggles.

The Singer of Praises kept scattering holy light, chasing after the ‘ancient god’.

With his strength, he couldn’t see the details of the battle between the two ‘deities’, but as an observer, he was the first to notice something was wrong.

Huh?

As if sensing something, Abbott’s expression suddenly changed slightly:

“Seraph…”

“Boom!”

Before he could finish speaking, the huge black shadow below suddenly reversed its momentum, and with lightning speed, it engulfed the two of them.

A ‘deity’ and a third-circle wizard were actually powerless to resist.

Damn it!

Abbott’s heart pounded wildly, and the scroll in his hand instantly unfurled.

“Buzz…”

A dim halo flickered, forcibly creating a small space under the cover of the black shadow.

The scroll in his hand was a fourth-order marvel from the Pantheon of Gods’ treasury, and it was with this item that Abbott was able to advance to a third-circle wizard without being able to break through the Astral Plane.

“Damn it!”

Muttering a curse, the black wizard Abbott took out an envelope from his body and quickly wrote an address on it, drawing blood from his finger.

Immediately after.

The envelope bloomed with a ray of light, engulfing him, and then the envelope turned into ashes while the figure disappeared.

A marvel—a teleportation envelope!

A one-time marvel that could teleport a person to a fixed location.

Just as Abbott disappeared, the darkness broke through the scroll’s interception and suddenly grabbed towards his location.

“Huh?”

A soft exclamation sounded.

Obviously, the ancient god Ace didn’t expect that a third-circle wizard could escape under the domain attack.

But this was not important to her, capturing the Singer of Praises Seraph was the real goal, the black wizard was just a casual move.

“Ugh…”

Looking at the scroll in her hand, Ace showed a strange smile on her face, and gently tossed it forward.

“Swish!”

The scroll unfurled, the landscape inside appeared, and with a swoop, it engulfed the two who were unable to dodge.

“Ace!”

Monica, pulling Blaise, transformed into dozens of bats, struggling desperately:

“You broke your word, you will surely be cursed!”

“I only said I’d let you leave, but I didn’t say how, and I didn’t kill anyone.” Ace shrugged, as a chaotic ancient god, she had many ways to circumvent her own oaths:

“Besides…”

“The place I chose for you isn’t bad either, the scenery is beautiful and there’s enough food, live well in there!”

With a faint smile, she pounced on the Singer of Praises, who was shrouded in darkness.

“Pseudo-god!”

“It’s my turn!”