e-booksonline Chapter 606 The Rational Use of Power
Chapter 606 The Rational Use of Power
Chapter 606 The Rational Use of Power
Red gloves...red gloves?!
Ruth Bathory realized almost instantly that he was surrounded by the elite Night Watchers of the Church of the Night!
These troublesome extraordinary beings blocked his path from all directions, while also watching his every move with serious expressions.
Outside the encirclement stood a handsome and aloof man.
His attire was more casual; he wore a black suit jacket over a blood-red shirt, without a tie, and the collar buttons were casually undone. He was fiddling with a peculiar pocket watch-like object. The "pocket watch" had a white casing, seemingly made of bone, and inside were seven numbers and a hand, quite unlike ordinary clocks.
"Click, click..."
The man in the red shirt kept turning the hands with his right hand, which was covered by a red glove, making a crisp sound. He paid no attention to Ruth, but instead scanned the red-gloved man with his eyes.
"We are a unit affiliated with the Church of the Goddess of Night. You are suspected of an extraordinary case. Please come with us."
Just as Ruth Bathory was observing his surroundings, a "red glove" approached him and spoke to him with a serious expression.
Upon hearing this, Ruth Bathory's expression gradually turned ferocious, and sharp canine teeth emerged from his lips.
"Are you kidding me? I'm a noble vampire, how could I possibly commit a crime?!"
Ruth Bathory roared.
Now he fully understood that what he had just witnessed was nothing more than a dream created for him by those red gloves. He felt fooled, and his anger was palpable.
Right now is the crucial moment of his hunt, but these "red gloves" want to capture him and make him lose!
"If you have any opinions, you can raise them later. Now, come back with us."
Red Gloves squad leader Soster completely ignored the other party's anger and slowly spoke. At the same time, he secretly tapped the gap between his teeth, activating the transparent spirit residing there, preparing to suppress the other party by force.
The other members of the Red Gloves slowly surrounded him, their bodies radiating invisible waves, like ripples on water, vibrating the air and subtly influencing his spirituality.
They're trying to pull me back into my dream!
Ruth Bathory thought angrily. A thick black mist instantly spread around him. As the mist obscured everyone's vision, it transformed into shackles, solidifying at their wrists and ankles.
"shot!"
"Soster shouted."
"Bang bang bang bang!"
A volley of fire erupted, but the bullets merely struck the ground with a loud thud. The vampire baron moved with ghostly speed, his steps swift as the wind. In a mere instant, he had broken free of the encirclement and was running towards the distant street.
He's running away!
Indeed, while Ruth Bathory was furious, he knew that fighting the official Night Watchers was not a good option. He only wanted to leave the scene as quickly as possible and escape to the Duke's mansion. With that man's protection, even the Red Gloves would consider the consequences and wouldn't easily intervene.
"brush!"
Just then, a transparent spirit flew out from between Soster's teeth. It caught up with Ruth Bathory at an astonishing speed and entered the latter's body.
"Hmm..."
The vampire groaned as he ran, his speed greatly reduced, and his movements became incredibly stiff. He appeared to be extremely cold, trembling uncontrollably as he hugged his arms, seemingly unable to control his body.
The team members rushed over, revealing handcuffs imbued with spiritual seals, intending to put them on the vampire's wrists.
Stop dreaming!
A fierce glint flashed in Ruth Bathory's crimson eyes, revealing his sharp teeth.
Just before the red-gloved figures could subdue him, he reached into his robes and pulled out a deep red talisman. Engraved on the metal talisman were strange symbols: a full moon as its base, adorned with plant leaves and drops of blood; the talisman, as a whole, appeared vibrant and magnificent.
"moon!"
Ruth Bathory gripped the talisman and shouted in Hermes.
"Bang!"
The talisman immediately exploded.
The next instant, Ruth Bathory's body vanished, and a hazy moonlight appeared where he had stood. The red gloves' shackles arrived a step too late, smashing against the moonlight and shattering it completely, turning it into countless red scales.
The red light shone into everyone's eyes, and they felt their spirituality wavering, as if it were at risk of exploding.
"Oops!"
Soster's eyes narrowed, and his mouth immediately gaped open. Two or three spirits whistled out from between his teeth. They swirled around the area, emitting sharp cries, trying to find traces of the vanished vampire.
However, the efforts of these spirits yielded nothing except for causing the street temperature to drop sharply, making the other team members shiver.
Could it be that the vampire has escaped from their encirclement?
A sense of frustration washed over everyone, and they even forgot about the cold they felt.
"Click, click."
Just then, Leonard, who was on the periphery, suddenly heard the crisp sound of metal mechanisms.
Finally, Ahab Ishmael, the high-ranking deacon who had been observing the battle from the sidelines, made his move. He adjusted the hands of the "pocket watch" with his fingers, stopping it at a specific position. Then, "Whoosh!"
A palpable aura of depravity and malice emanated from him. Leonard sensed that the deacon had, in that instant, transformed into a humanoid monster, filled with cruelty and ruthlessness, his eyes burning like two flaming embers.
He stared at a point in mid-air, slowly opened his mouth, and uttered a word filled with filth and curse: "Chaos."
"what!"
A piercing scream rang out from mid-air, and Ruth Bathory's figure appeared out of nowhere. A pair of bat wings had grown on his back, but he was already falling to the ground uncontrollably.
Even after landing on the ground, he still clutched his head tightly, as if the brief words he had just heard had caused him immense mental damage!
Using just one word was enough to bring down a vampire who had activated a high-level spell.
Leonard stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.
He didn't react until the deacon called out to him.
"Leonard Mitchell, what are you waiting for?"
"Ah...yes!"
He shouted as he ran toward the vampire.
That sense of decadence definitely did not come from the power of the goddess!
Could it be that pocket watch that looks like a skeleton? It has so many hands; could it be that each hand represents a different ability...?
Leonard made a bold guess.
"Attacking someone on night duty is an even more serious offense."
He heard the deacon say, "Take him to the church and interrogate him properly. Also, that box on the ground is useful evidence; I'll take it and examine it."
"yes!"
The red-gloved men answered in unison.
Having power is good.
Luze held the box containing Ruth Bathory's strange puppet and thought to himself.
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