76: The Death of Victor

Locke Galahad curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at Victor calmly, not taking his threat seriously at all.

"Could it be that at this point, you still think you have a chance to defeat me?"

"Hmph, I really don't have the confidence to defeat you, but I have a pretty good chance of taking you down with me."

Victor tried to threaten Locke Galahad, but how could Locke Galahad possibly be afraid?

The revenge for Serena, as well as his mission—he had to complete them both today.

Locke Galahad shook his head, neither agreeing nor attacking rashly.

He had enough patience and decided to just wear Victor out like this.

As long as he waited until sunrise, Victor, as a Vampire, would die from exposure to ultraviolet rays, while he, as a Night Demon, did not fear ultraviolet rays.

Taking a step back, even if Victor did not die from ultraviolet exposure, the severe injury on his shoulder would continue to weaken his combat power.

As long as he waited for a suitable opportunity, Locke Galahad would make his move, severing his head with a sword strike before he could react.

Just as the two were in a bit of a stalemate, Lucien also arrived on the battlefield.

Seeing Victor in a stalemate with Locke Galahad, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Victor, you bastard, you finally came out. Today, I will take revenge for Sophie."

Saying this, Lucien, whose reason was overwhelmed by centuries of pent-up hatred, could no longer suppress it. He transformed into a werewolf and charged fiercely toward Victor.

Locke Galahad was caught off guard by his sudden action and quickly raised his hand, shouting:

"Lucien, stop! We only need to wait now to win. Don't be impulsive."

Lucien, who was about to lose his reason, paused after hearing his words. His eyes immediately regained clarity, and he stopped.

Seeing him stop, Locke Galahad breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Lucien didn't rush over; otherwise, it would have been bad if he had just delivered a blood pack to Victor.

Seeing that Locke Galahad was determined to drag things out, Victor hardened his heart. Gritting his teeth, he took the Flesh Ball and charged toward the two of them.

Although there was now an extra Lucien, he didn't care at all. His trump card was an area-of-effect attack; even if there were ten more of them, it would be futile.

"Fuck, I'll risk it all. As long as I can kill this kid and devour his corpse, I might have a chance to continue that broken extraordinary path."

At this moment, even though there was nowhere left to hide, he couldn't help but fantasize about the future.

The main reason was that this move targeted the mind; it might just be able to kill a brute-force Sequence 9 powerhouse like Locke Galahad.

"Kid, go to hell!"

"Lucien, retreat with me. Don't let him get close to us."

Locke Galahad knew that Victor was going all out, so he quickly called to Lucien, who had just arrived, to prepare to retreat.

However, just as the two took a step, they saw the Flesh Ball monster open a gap and spit out a tumor with a female human face.

That tumor looked somewhat like a human head, with its eyes tightly shut.

As Victor's voice fell, the human face on the tumor suddenly opened its mouth and let out an extremely piercing scream.

This desperate attack instantly left Locke Galahad and Lucien severely wounded, causing them to freeze in place.

Locke Galahad held his head with both hands, feeling as if countless needles were drilling into his brain.

The intense pain made Locke Galahad unable to even hold onto the sword in his hand, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

That sound fell into the ears of Locke Galahad and Lucien like hundreds or thousands of the most vicious spirits from hell hissing in their ears, casting the most evil curses upon them.

Ah-woo-yi-da-la-mi-duo-hei-xi...

This piercing shriek caused all the birds and bats within a radius of ten meters to lose their lives and fall to the ground.

It was only because Locke Galahad and Lucien had decent strength that this intense mental pollution and attack only left them in agony without immediately taking their lives.

Especially Locke Galahad, whose mental strength of only 6 points was on the verge of collapsing under this intense mental attack. He clung to his last bit of consciousness and gave a final thought in his mind:

"No... come out... for me!"

Seeing this, Victor was overjoyed and immediately laughed up at the sky: "It worked, it worked! Hahaha, I finally succeeded."

Although the Flesh Ball had lost its combat effectiveness, he felt it was worth it because, in return, Locke Galahad, whose strength far exceeded his own, had clearly also lost the ability to act.

Looking at Locke Galahad's painful appearance as he crouched on the ground holding his head, Victor completely let down his guard, failing to notice that Locke Galahad's body, which had been trembling and twitching, had already returned to normal.

The expression on his face changed from determination to smugness, and then he walked toward Locke Galahad unhurriedly.

"Hahaha, kid, I told you long ago, don't..."

"Don't what?"

But his victory declaration was cut short, stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered again.

His expression shifted from smugness back to terror and even unease.

"This..."

Only to see Locke Galahad, who had been bowing his head and appeared to be completely harmless, suddenly lift his head.

At this moment, his face was covered by a lacrosse mask stained with mottled blood.

On this mask, many circular holes for ventilation were arranged in an orderly fashion, along with countless blood stains from victims. Those holes, dark and hollow, made Victor shiver with fear just looking at them.

"You actually still have an extraordinary item..."

The moment Locke Galahad put on the mask, that hellish murmuring that sounded like demonic sounds piercing his ears disappeared.

Replaced by absolute silence.

His eyes, peering through the mask, revealed a scarlet light, staring straight at Victor from below, making Victor feel terrified.

"I've disappointed you."

"No... this is impossible! How could you still have an extraordinary item! No!"

Victor had already sensed the mysterious aura emanating from the mask on Locke Galahad's face and naturally knew that he was finished.

Facing Locke Galahad, who had so many backup plans, he only felt despair. With terror on his face, he turned and wanted to run.

But how could he, already injured, compare to Locke Galahad, whose strength far surpassed his own?

"Interesting, interesting, truly too interesting."

Locke Galahad grabbed the silver longsword that had fallen to the ground and charged fiercely toward Victor, muttering non-stop:

"At this point, you still want to run? Truly interesting."

That lifeless, cold voice fell into Victor's ears like a death knell, scaring him out of his wits.

"No, please spare me. As long as you spare me, I can give you the secret incantation I possess that can enhance strength..."

Looking at the approaching Locke Galahad, Victor was scared out of his mind and begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

"I don't need it. Keep it for yourself to use down below."

With that, Locke Galahad raised his right hand and slashed horizontally; a flash of silver light suddenly appeared.

Under Locke Galahad's attack, Victor could only instinctively raise his hands and let out a shout of unwillingness, after which the light in his eyes faded away.

"No!!"

The sharp blade, like cutting through melons and vegetables, easily severed the pair of arms Victor held in front of him, along with his head.

His perfectly good head was instantly sliced into two halves diagonally from bottom-left to top-right by this sword strike.

Even in death, his face still bore an expression of shock and unwillingness, but no matter how unwilling Victor was, it was all futile now.

Splat! Then, three fountains of blood gushed out from the severed edges.

Under the moonlight, it looked just like red fireworks blooming in the air.

And as Victor's half-head hit the ground, the human-faced monster stopped screaming, closed its mouth, and went completely limp on the spot, no longer moving.

Even the eight dancing tentacles lay completely still on the ground like dead snakes.

At the same time, a notification of the mission completion appeared before Locke Galahad's eyes.

[Ding, Victor is dead. Mission completed.]

Extra condition: Kill Kraven has been achieved.

Enhanced reward is being drawn...