Chapter 1580: Chapter 1580

Faced with the threat from the Tree House visitor, the Countess kept her fan covering half her face, but the exposed, monstrous half revealed a cruel, bloodthirsty expression. Vampires were inherently hideous; only in moments did one remember that the beautiful face was just a facade.

"The arcane lock isn't completely shattered yet. You think that gun is enough to deal with me? Even with the backlash, I am still a demigod. You will die by my hand today, and no one can stop it."

The Church's demigods hovered high in the sky, watching the scene in silence. Outside the arcane lock, another one, a divine art of near-miraculous proportions woven from the chants of the Orthodox Church Enchanters, was gradually enveloping the entire estate.

The demigods made no move, content to observe the conflict in the ruins below. Although the Sage's Church was concerned for Jenkins's safety, they knew their Saint Son would not fall so easily.

"No one can stop me? I'm rather curious..."

Just then, a third voice echoed from the depths of the blood-red fog. The mist churned violently, and frost began to crystallize in the damp air. Amidst the spreading chill, everyone turned to look. Behind the mist loomed a massive dark silhouette. A colossal bony hand parted the thick fog, and the skeletal giant—formed from the corpses in the courtyard by the [White Bone Body] ability—appeared before them all.

As tall as the giant was, the man standing on the blood-red soil before it, was even more conspicuous.

"No one can stop you? I'm curious. What have I done..."

Frost bloomed beneath his feet, freezing the blood-soaked earth as unnatural, vine-like plants snaked out from the ground. He carried his sword, and the aura of decay radiating from him almost suppressed the surrounding blood mist. It was the deepest kind of death, a representation of Jenkins's own affinity for the very concept of Death itself.

"I'm curious, what have I done to earn such blatant disrespect?"

Sword-light flared to his sides, the decaying power of the White Bone Holy Sword clinging to the afterimages. The light intensified, and a spinning sword dance cleaved through all the blood mist around him and the bone giant. The fog swirled around them like a vortex but could never draw near.

"The Believer of Lies!"

The onlookers recognized him, but only the two inside the arcane lock, facing him directly, could truly feel the inferno of his rage.

The ring of the sword dance spun parallel to the ground, creating a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sphere of brilliant light and shadow around Jenkins.

He pointed his sword forward, and the light expanded before abruptly collapsing inward. Without waiting to see if it had killed the two, Jenkins immediately commanded the bone giant behind him to charge into the battlefield.

This giant, forged from hundreds of skeletons, was not absurdly massive, but its charge was still a terrifying sight to behold.

It slammed a fist into the ground amid the bloody dance. As expected, Jenkins watched the motes of light representing the Tree House man's lifeforce flicker and die out. He had already been wounded by the sword dance; being killed by the giant's punch was perfectly normal for a mere level-six Enchanter.

The all-cutting sword dance had also inflicted immense damage on the Countess. Though she hid within the red mist, Jenkins could see her power draining away. The steam bomb had damaged the core of the arcane lock, and it was on the verge of total collapse.

Under Jenkins's command, the bone giant pounded the ground like a crazed beast. The Countess fled in panic, transforming into a swarm of bats that scattered in all directions, only to be forced back by the creeping frost. She couldn't understand how Jenkins was able to see her.

But the Countess knew that the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for her. After dodging the giant's next strike, she leaped into the air. The blood mist swirled and converged around her, and the cursed victims on the estate grounds prostrated themselves, allowing her to absorb all of their curse energy.

The giant on the ground shot upward, its palms open. With a thunderous clap, it swatted the Countess between its hands like a mosquito. But when it landed, no blood dripped from its palms. Instead, a thick, formless mist clung to the giant's body, wrapping around the bones like a network of blood vessels.

"She wants to control the bone giant?"

With a thought, Jenkins commanded the giant to disassemble itself, but the Countess did not relinquish the bones. Tiny, red, sesame-seed-like specks appeared on them. The blood mist didn't reassemble them but instead drained them of all residual curse energy. After all, these corpses had also been cursed, and the Countess was trying to wring out every last drop of power she could touch. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovelHub(.)net

The white bones quickly became a pile of dry kindling in the blood mist. Amidst a piercing shriek, Jenkins looked up and saw a massive figure slowly taking shape behind the blood-red curtain of fog.

He and the demigods watching from the sidelines knew what it was. This was the curse amalgamation that only appeared in the final stages of the [Blood Mosquito Curse], born from its excessive spread—a colossal monster formed from countless bits of flesh and curse energy. Now, using the last dregs of the arcane lock's power, the Countess had forcibly extracted the curse from the other victims to spawn this thing.

The monster's form grew clearer behind the blood mist. It had a grotesque, hemispherical head, with a sharp and deadly black mouthpart. Four hairy legs supported its disgusting, mosquito-like body, while two other tendrils, growing from the sides of its carapace-like chest, twitched ceaselessly in the fog.

Jenkins subconsciously shut his eyes for a moment. In all of recorded history, a curse amalgamation had appeared only three times, each time a catastrophe-level monster born from a late-stage Blood Mosquito Curse. It possessed the ability to spread the curse to ordinary people through mere sight alone. Any land or water it touched would remain uninhabitable for a century.

Of course, this one was a flawed specimen, prematurely born from the power of the arcane lock. It was still terrifying, but it couldn't be as powerful as a monster that had formed naturally over time.

The Countess had fused with this monster. She wasn't hiding inside it as a core; she had become this enormous creature.

"Why do people never understand," Jenkins mused aloud, "that getting bigger just means you're a bigger target?"