Chapter 112: C112 Another Saint, Dying?

Whoosh! Flap! Flap! Flap!

"They are finally here," Cold Wind said.

After Cyril and Milo left, he stopped playing and rested his exhausted body for a while.

Then at the moment, he positioned his harp again for round two of tireless playing. At this moment, Cold Wind could no longer leave the city. Since, when Cyril and Milo left, the Demon will focus his wrath on him.

The Demon of wrath is not Demon of wrath for nothing. Once it found its target it would chase it to the ends of the world.

"Good job on angering the Demon of Wrath, kid." The man said.

He was formed from a group of bats.

As he was speaking, his sharp fangs would stick out. Also, their skin is pale as if they did not have even a single drop of blood. Aside from that, he was flapping his flesh wings on his back.

"Hahaha, we, vampires, would surely have a feast tonight."

"Vampires? It seemed that the legends of the past era are not baseless. There are indeed vampires but aren't you afraid of sunlight?" Cold Wind asked.

He was not oblivious of the legends about vampires. He had even watched some movies about them.

"Sunlight? Why would we fear it?" the vampire looked at Cold Wind sternly. He scoffed; then, said, "enough of this nonsense. Prepare to die."

With that, the vampire began attacking. However, Cold Wind had long been prepared.

He began playing his harp even before the vampire could attack. He was faster for a few seconds. However, those few seconds had already given Cold Wind an overwhelming advantage.

"Argh!"

The vampire felt pain as if his head would split open.

Who would have thought that even the most beautiful melody could cause something like this?

"So weak?"

Cold Wind did not expect that the creature would have a very weak soul. Well, based on the legends of the vampires that he had Red, they were creatures born from the chaos affinity of the Demons. In face of the absolute order of the world, they are weak.

At this point, Cold Wind, as one of the bearers of the Divine Spirit of Life and Death, represents the order of the world.

Indeed, Cold Wind's attack is a soul attack. The pain that the vampire felt is due to the damage to the soul.

After playing for a while, the vampire fell on the ground lifelessly. His soul is obliterated by Cold Wind.

However, Cold Wind did not rejoice in his victory. Instead, he picked up his harp and began running.

It would not be a good idea for him to stay on the rooftop considering that the vampires could fly.

If that is the case, he would be akin to a candle at night that would attract the bugs. Even though the candle would burn the bugs, it would be drowned by its large number.

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"Hahaha. Moral, where can you flee?"

It turned out that the Demon is paying attention to him.

"Hear me! Whoever can kill him shall be rewarded with a Demon blood."

A Demon blood is an essence condensed from the spirit form of the Demons. It is potent for vampires; it could help them boost their strength. However, the condensation of the Demon blood could have negative effects on the Demon itself.

"Shit!"

Hearing what the Demons said, his forehead turned back. What the Demon said is like adding fuel to the fire.

"Shriek! Attack!"

However, Cold Wind is not a vegetarian. Although he did not have great strength, he was flexible.

His thin limbs would move in a precise and gentle way akin to a leaf flying with the gentle blow of the wind.

Meanwhile, the citizens of the base did not stay idle. The capable ones fought with the vampires while the others are fleeing.

There are those that rode a hovercraft to attempt leaving; however, they were bombarded by the large numbers of bats. In the end, their ride could not withstand the number of vampires and feel, which caused death.

Meanwhile, three hours passed but the melody played by Cold Wind is still resonating in the air.

Along with it, a pile of vampire corpse is could be seen surrounding him.

However, it was also noticeable that he was already exhausted.

In truth, if not for the Divine Mark and his faith energy, he would not be able to last even for an hour. But despite this, he knew that in the end, he would still die considering that the demonic cloud is only a few miles away. He now could feel the terror brought by it.

However, his faith kept him fighting despite everything. He is not doing it for himself but for his Lord.

After thirty more minutes, the demonic clouds had arrived.

"Mortal, are you prepared to die?" the Demon said.

"For my Lord, I am willing to sacrifice myself for only through death I would be able to be with him," Cold Wind said with a weak voice but filled with determination.

"To be with him? Hahahaha" the Demon was delighted by what Cold Wind said. "I'm afraid you can no longer meet your Lord. With me here, he cannot harvest your soul. The moment that you died the authority of your Lord could no save you."

The Demon said that because he wanted to see the despair in the eyes of the Divine Spirit's follower. However, he did not see anything. Despite all that, Cold Wind is still as resolute as ever.

"It does not matter. To die for my Lord is a privilege. It fills my soul."

Indeed, no matter what the result is, Cold Wind's soul is filled, literally, because, at this moment, his seed of faithfulness that sprouted into a small tree grew once more into a miniature Divine Tree.

At this moment, yet another saint had appeared amongst Allen's followers. Unfortunately, this one is about to die.

The first one, which is the Plague master, is on Allen's inner world while the latter could not enter and has a great possibility that would forever be lost.

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