Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 542

Most Enchanters in Nolan City had heard tales of the New God Cultists, and with those tales came descriptions of their distinct traits. Linkesboge’s brow furrowed, and he muttered in disbelief:

Wreathed in black fumes, the figure plunged from the sky, colliding with the blood whip brandished in the vampire's hand. Unfazed, it continued its descent, leaving the people on the ground stunned by the tremendous explosion that erupted from the tower’s spire.

“There's still someone up there?”

Captain Bincy whispered, but no one could answer him.

Squinting toward the moon, he saw what appeared to be a tiny white speck. A closer look revealed it to be a pure white horse soaring high in the air. It had a pair of feathered wings and a single golden horn that glittered like polished gold beneath the cold, desolate light of the blood-red moon.

“Isn’t that... Oh, by the Sage!”

The battle atop the tower raged on. In truth, Jenkins was no match for Linkesboge in raw power. But now, Jenkins could fly. The vampire, on the other hand, couldn't—not unless he transformed into a swarm of bats, contrary to what the pulp novels might suggest.

He rode his pure-white mount in circles around the spire, while the dark figure and shards of silver light concentrated their attacks downward. Jenkins was searching for an opening. If he could land just one hit, or get close enough to use his Blasphemous Creation, he could snatch the mirror and escape into the sky, evading everyone.

A deep, inhuman sound tore through the air.

The unicorn issued a deep cry in response, its golden horn shimmering with motes of light that formed a protective barrier around its master.

As his airborne foe retreated for a moment, a gasping Linkesboge reached into his coat. When his hand emerged, it held not the expected mirror, but a palm-sized doll completely wrapped in white bandages.

His clothes were now in tatters. The constantly exploding black figures had not only scorched him with soul-tormenting demonic flames but had also been violently tearing apart his surroundings. The roof was on the verge of collapse. He had to change his approach.

He glared with hatred at the portly man beneath the blood moon, then suddenly seized the doll's head with his left hand and viciously tore it off.

Both Jenkins and Linkesboge cried out in agony. Jenkins's neck twisted at an unnatural angle before snapping back into place, while tears of blood streamed from Linkesboge's eyes.

It tossed the doll aside, then spread its arms and knelt before the moon. Tendrils of crimson energy flowed down from the sky, suffusing and repairing its body.

At least beneath this moon, it would not die so easily.

“I believe we can talk.”

He spoke with a flawless Norland dialect, the kind one could only acquire after living in the region for a very long time.

“Of course we can talk.”

Jenkins lied without the slightest hesitation; it was, after all, a righteous lie. The unicorn continued to circle the spire, its demonic shadow poised to strike.

“You must be the New God Cultist who goes by the codename Twin Demons. Perhaps we can cooperate. Yes, even if your kind has never known defeat, the position of Savior is never without its challengers.”

“What is he talking about?”

Jenkins frowned, a realization dawning on him. So, the vampires came to the material world for that shortcut to godhood, too? he thought.

“Hmm... cooperation is certainly an option. I can agree to your proposal on behalf of my associates.”

Only the gods knew where these so-called “associates” of his actually were.

“But we require a show of good faith. Surrender all the special items in your possession. That will be the first step toward establishing mutual trust!”

Jenkins demanded casually.

“Hmph. Just as I thought...”

The vampire suddenly burst into mocking laughter. “I knew it! The New God Cultists have finally discovered how to obtain the Real Illusion, and only that mirror knows the way! Do you take me for a fool? Without this mirror, how could you possibly guarantee our cooperation would be as equals?”

Jenkins nodded to himself. Of course. If the mirror was truly all-knowing, it was entirely possible it also knew how to obtain the abilities of a Savior.

Jenkins gave a slight nod as the shadow of the Twin Demons readied another attack. He was nearing his limit. Using his abilities repeatedly while also maintaining the unicorn's manifestation had consumed a massive amount of his spirit. If he couldn't defeat his opponent soon, his only option was to make a swift escape.

“I hope you’ll consider this carefully!”

“No need to consider!”

The haggard man roared, and as his voice echoed, the red moon overhead flickered. Then, a light as brilliant as day washed over the entire land.

Jenkins instinctively shielded his eyes. When he could see again, he spotted a swarm of bats carrying a mirror as they flew off into the distant night sky.

He roared, and the unicorn shot off in pursuit without waiting for a command.

A streak of light tore across the sky, as if splitting the world in two. The arcane lock had finally been broken from the outside. But before the people below could celebrate, their eyes were drawn to the sky, where a swarm of bats fled from a man riding a unicorn.

High in the air, the Twin Demons materialized once more on Jenkins's back before lunging forward to detonate amidst the swarm of bats.

Screaming, Linkesboge's form rematerialized in mid-air. As he plummeted, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the mirror. Jenkins could just make out his voice carried on the wind:

His pure-white mount carried Jenkins into a swift dive.

The dark shadow plunged from the sky once more, but after a thunderous explosion and a deafening roar, there was nothing left to see.

The fading cry of the unicorn as it flew into the distance was the last sound to grace the sky.

He rode the unicorn swiftly to the outskirts of the city, returning to the church just before the entire city went into lockdown.

He slipped back into his room through the window. In the red moonlight, the chilly room appeared untouched. He tiptoed to the door and squinted; the hair he'd placed in the jamb was still there. Next, he dropped to the floor and peered out into the hall. The three hairs he'd left there remained precisely where he had put them, pointing toward the toe of the decorative armor, a stain in a crack in the wall, and a scratch mark left by Chocolate.

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He breathed a sigh of relief. First, he pulled out the cat that had been cooped up with him all evening, then poured some water from a glass into his palm and began to clean the bloodstains from its fur.

The thought brought a wave of frustration. Still, in that final moment, as he'd made a desperate grab in the air while the vampire fled, he had managed to catch a small tuft of hair between his fingers.

He stared at the hair-like fiber for a long time, resolving that no matter what it was, he would find the time to see what he could do with it.