133: Chapter 133 His Holiness the God

Karl's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees, the hope in his eyes completely extinguished.

Dracula's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He violently retracted his arm.

Van Helsing collapsed into a pool of blood like a broken ragdoll, his repeating crossbow slipping from his grasp and clattering to the side.

A terrifying, transparent hole had been punched through his chest, and his life force was draining away at a frantic pace.

Qin Ming leaned against a distant ice pillar, ceasing his idle play with the wine glass.

He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the dying body on the ground.

Enough.

The boundary between life and death was the perfect catalyst to awaken a god.

"Bzzz——!"

Without warning.

An extremely high-frequency buzzing sound suddenly pierced the deathly silence of the great hall.

Dracula was about to step forward to finally crush the hunter's skull beneath his foot.

Suddenly, his steps halted.

He stared fixedly at the horrific bloody hole in Van Helsing's chest.

There, the bleeding had stopped.

A wisp of incredibly pure golden light was beginning to glow from deep within the mangled wound.

In the next instant, that faint light transformed into a blinding, searing sun!

"Boom——!!!"

A wave of divine energy, so violent it defied description, erupted from Van Helsing's body as its epicenter!

The entire Ice and Snow Castle let out a groan of agony under the force of this power.

The ground was instantly torn asunder.

Dracula, caught in the direct blast, let out a shriek. His massive demonic form was hurled backward by the sheer force of the pure light, slamming heavily into the wall.

Anna Valerious and the others, who had just arrived, were also thrown to the ground by the shockwave. Even the dark cage imprisoning the elf innkeeper crumbled to dust the moment it made contact with the holy light.

Everyone struggled to lift their heads, gazing into the blinding radiance.

The wind and snow ceased.

Van Helsing's body slowly began to float up from the ground.

The wounds on his body were healing at a rate that defied all logic, his tattered trench coat flapping wildly in the turbulent air currents.

"Whoosh——!"

Six pairs of enormous wings, forged from pure golden holy light, abruptly unfurled from his back without warning, blotting out the sky.

The temperature in the entire hall instantly rose. The darkness and chill that had accumulated over four centuries were utterly dispelled.

He slowly opened his eyes.

These were no longer the eyes of a human, filled with weariness and confusion.

They were a pair of pure golden irises, devoid of any emotion, radiating boundless majesty.

The Scourge of Heaven.

The Archangel, Gabriel.

Had awoken. The one slumbering within his body...

"You... you've finally emerged..."

Dracula climbed out of the rubble. Gazing at the twelve-winged angel hovering in mid-air, his eyes were a chaotic mix of extreme terror and a maddened will to fight.

Gabriel did not speak.

He merely looked coldly at Dracula and raised his right hand.

A massive cross-shaped greatsword, forged entirely from holy flames, rapidly took shape in his grasp.

"Die!"

Gabriel's wings beat once, and he transformed into a golden meteor, appearing instantly before Dracula.

Dracula roared, swinging his enormous claws to meet the attack.

"Clang!"

There was no suspense.

The hard scales that had once driven Van Helsing to despair parted before the holy flame greatsword like butter before a hot knife.

With a backhanded swing, Gabriel cleanly severed one of Dracula's arms.

Holy fire rampaged up the wound, causing Dracula to let out a soul-rending howl of agony.

It was a completely one-sided annihilation.

The awakened Gabriel didn't even employ any flashy magic. Relying solely on absolute power and speed, he shattered Dracula's demonic body piece by piece.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The dull sounds of brutal physical blows echoed continuously.

Dracula was pummeled from the air straight down to the ground, one of his massive fleshy wings torn in half.

Gabriel descended from the sky, planting a foot heavily upon Dracula's grotesque head.

A war-stomp.

The hall's floor cratered into a deep pit.

Dracula's skull emitted a sickening cracking sound. Dark energy rampaged wildly within his body, yet it was utterly incapable of resisting the holy fire that was purifying him.

Gabriel raised the holy flame greatsword high, aiming it at Dracula's heart, preparing to deliver the final judgment.

Faced with the terror of true and utter death.

This Vampire progenitor, who had run rampant for four centuries, finally broke.

His one remaining eye darted desperately, fixing its gaze on the Eastern youth who had been watching the spectacle from afar.

He was his only lifeline.

"Qin Ming!!!"

Dracula abandoned all dignity, letting out a shrill, pig-slaughtering screech.

Gabriel, with his greatsword held high, paused his movement slightly.

He tilted his head slightly, following Dracula's gaze towards the black-haired youth leaning against the ice pillar, hands in his pockets.

Qin Ming sighed.

He straightened up, brushed the dust from his clothes, and shook his head with a look of resignation.

"What a waste. I told you to be a sparring partner, not to get yourself killed."

Qin Ming lifted his gaze, looking directly at the angel in mid-air, his tone flat.

"Gabriel, answer me."

His clear, cold voice echoed through the hall.

Gabriel turned.

A flicker of displeased, oppressive majesty flashed within those pure golden eyes.

As a newly awakened Archangel, he would not permit any mortal to dare address him by his true name.

"Mortal."

Gabriel's voice was grand and ethereal, imbued with an inviolable divinity.

"Lost lamb, who are you?"

Faced with the deity's inquiry.

Qin Ming did not answer.

He merely snapped his fingers softly.

"Bzzz——!"

In that instant, a halo of purest gold, so dense it seemed tangible, rose without warning from behind Qin Ming's head.

Its light was not blinding, yet it carried a supreme authority that transcended all else.

The moment the halo ignited.

The holy light within Gabriel's own body trembled uncontrollably—an instinctive submission of a lesser being to its absolute source.

Qin Ming looked at the frozen angel in mid-air, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Look again, more carefully."

Qin Ming's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"What should you call me?"

A deathly silence fell upon the hall.

The majesty in Gabriel's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by profound shock and reverence.

His six wings of light snapped shut, and he swiftly descended to the ground.

Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone.

This lofty Archangel knelt on one knee upon the shattered ice, lowered his noble head, placed his right hand over his chest, and spoke with unprecedented piety in his voice.

"The Lord Almighty."

Everyone held their breath, staring dumbfounded at the unbelievable scene.

An Archangel, one of Heaven's mightiest warriors.

Was now kneeling before the youth like the most devout of believers.

Qin Ming walked slowly to stand before Gabriel.

He lowered his gaze slightly, calmly observing the Archangel bathed in holy light.

"I require your power," Qin Ming said softly.

Gabriel did not raise his head, his voice low and filled with respect.

"What would you have me do?"

"Believe in me."

Qin Ming's tone held no ripple of emotion, as if stating a self-evident truth.

Gabriel's six wings drew in slightly.

"It has always been so, Lord Almighty."

The moment Gabriel's words fell.

On Qin Ming's retina, a panel that had long lain dormant suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light.

[Ding!]