Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 646

While Chocolate was away, Jenkins slipped back into the kitchen through the window. His last lie had been that all was well on the first floor, so anyone who heard it would dismiss the sounds of the opening and closing door as normal. This meant that as long as he didn't make another suspicious noise, he had ample time to execute his plan.

As for why he didn't just use a lie to induce his enemies to commit suicide, it was because Jenkins was a "God of Lies" who had yet to fully merge with his divine domain, not some "God of Hypnosis" or "God of the Mind." Once he truly ascended to godhood, he might be able to use the power of his domain to forcibly control mortals, but for now, he could only tell small, less potent lies.

But things rarely go according to plan. Footsteps soon echoed from upstairs, and then, without any warning, the remaining two vampire-infected started heading down to the first floor together.

With the current layout, he had no way of killing them both without making a sound; Jenkins was no professional assassin, after all. Frustrated, he once again jumped out the kitchen window, swiftly scaled the steam pipes, and returned to the second-floor corridor window.

Now there were two infected on the first floor, a level-seven Benefactor on the second, and in the attic, the demigod and a level-two Benefactor.

He turned his head. The cat reappeared on the rooftop, signaling that Alexia was in position.

"Alright, there's always a risk. So much for the stealth assassination game. Time for a traditional adventure," he muttered to himself, reconfirming the location of the level-seven vampire on the second floor.

Taking a deep breath, he snapped a magazine full of bullets treated with Hemolytic Toxin into his gun.

With a shout, he threw himself sideways, shattering the glass and crashing into the room. Ignoring everything else, he charged into the central bedroom on the second floor, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger on the creature lying on the bed.

The moment the shots rang out, a blood-red mist erupted from the four corners of the room, forming a barrier in front of the bed. But Jenkins's bullets were not only blessed by him personally but had also been soaked in a high concentration of Hemolytic Toxin, thanks to Miss Stuart's financial backing. The first bullet was stopped, but the rest tore straight through the bloody barrier.

The magazine was empty in an instant, and Jenkins had closed the distance to the bedside during the barrage.

He reached into his pocket to reload, but just then, the blood mist that was gradually filling the room solidified, binding his hands like slender tendrils.

"You're courting death!"

The humanoid creature on the bed, riddled with holes like a sieve, shot upright. Its last battle with the Twin Demons under the red moon had left its health severely corroded by demonic flames, forcing it into a long period of bed rest.

Jenkins's charge and gunfire had been so unexpected that it had been caught completely off guard. But things were different now.

"I'm going to rip out your heart."

It roared in a hoarse voice, its right hand clawing at Jenkins's left chest. It seemed the bullets had damaged its vocal cords.

"You're in range now."

From above them, two emerald vines shot down from the ceiling like striking serpents, plunging straight into the vampire's temples.

The blood-red bands binding Jenkins's wrists instantly slackened. He quickly clasped his hands over his wrists, green smoke and red flames coursing through them to treat the blood toxin that had seeped into his body. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel_fіre.net

"Was that... too easy? Okay, that's the third one."

Bending down, he picked up the illusory green coin, still finding it hard to believe he had eliminated one of the enemy's main combatants so easily.

He raised his gun and fired another round into the creature's chest and head for good measure. At the same time, the figure wreathed in black smoke appeared behind him.

The two human infected who had finally rushed up from the first floor slammed right into the speeding black shadow at the doorway, triggering a startling explosion.

Jenkins's plan had hit another snag. He hadn't accounted for the fact that the house was over a century old and in a state of disrepair. Even a minor explosion was enough to bring the entire structure to the brink of collapse.

After the tremors from the blast subsided, building materials began to rain down from the ceiling, and cracks spiderwebbed across the floor.

Jenkins immediately ran out of the room and launched himself through the window he had just broken.

He leaped with great force, and with the powerful spring granted by his Cat's Grace, he soared straight across the alley and slammed into the wall of the opposite building.

Twisting in mid-air, he kicked off the wall with his right foot, launching himself higher. His hands shot up, grabbing the eaves of the roof. With a strain of his arms, he finally hauled himself onto the rooftop.

As he turned around, Chocolate nimbly leaped onto his shoulder. The night wind howled, whipping at the hem of Jenkins's coat. He stood on the roof, watching the house across the way collapse from the top down into a pile of rubble.

The collapse sent a tremendous roar through the quiet neighborhood. Amidst the swirling dust, a blood-red figure shot into the sky, ascending to a position even higher than Jenkins.

She had her back to the red and blue twin moons, dressed in a black gauze skirt and shiny, round-toed leather shoes. Her hands were spread as if to embrace the air, her waist-length golden hair dancing in the night sky.

The desolate moonlight streamed from behind her, edging her form in an aura of red and blue. With her clothes and long hair fluttering in the wind, she looked like a goddess from some ancient myth.

"A female... I don't think anyone ever mentioned what gender the demigod-level vampire was."

He thought to himself as he strode to the edge of the roof and looked up, meeting the demigod's gaze. Her face was fair and exquisite, beautiful enough to be considered a first-rate belle. But Jenkins knew this facade was false; to human eyes, a vampire's true appearance wasn't much different from a severe burn victim caked in yellow mud.

"Hand over the All-knowing Treasure Mirror."

He knew it was a futile demand, but he had to try.

"Follower of a new god, are you truly determined to oppose us?"

The two figures faced off in the cold wind—the woman in the air like a sprite under the moonlight, the man on the rooftop like a monster from the shadows.

"Don't use the plural 'us.' You're the only one of the exotics who came to the material world left. I doubt you consider those infected to be your comrades... How interesting. When you came to the material world from the Bloody Fortress, did you even get your master's permission? I'm guessing not, just like that pack of demons a few months ago—

Do you know what happened to those demons?"