Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 531: The Gun

As Yang Chen muttered to himself, making a judgment, the clash between the three "Sargerases" and the two angels in the sky erupted in intense sparks!

While everyone was shocked by Sargeras' ultimate skill, the next second left them dumbfounded!

The two angels, wielding their platinum light swords, fiercely confronted the three rapidly moving figures. They intended to drive back the three clones with a perfect semi-arc formation, but before they could even touch them, the figures themselves ran into trouble!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three dull explosions echoed as the three "Sargerases" transformed into three black demonic flames, like giant fireballs, engulfing the two angels' bodies!

"Fakes?!"

The people on the sidelines quickly realized the situation. The three Sargerases were actually fake, illusions created from demonic flames—merely "humanoid grenades" thrown by Sargeras!

Since demonic flames were considered legendary vampire techniques, no one present had expected them to be used in such a way!

But where was the real Sargeras?!

Before everyone could shift their gaze from the burning black flames in the air, a sudden confrontation on the ground had already begun!

Sargeras' speed had nearly broken the constraints of space. In the blink of an eye, he had covered the nearly hundred-meter distance, appearing right in front of Bishop Cruyff!

"Meet your damn God!"

Sargeras stood proudly, his eyes cold and ruthless, as he faced Cruyff. He swung his flaming sword down with true intent to kill!

Everyone understood that while it seemed Sargeras and the two angels were confined to this small area, they had simply concentrated their power to minimize collateral damage.

If any so-called experts among the spectators joined the fray, the mere presence of these powerhouses would be enough to scare them off. Sargeras, with his near-divine strength, even if he couldn't travel through space, could still break it with his concentrated energy!

At this moment, Bishop Cruyff, despite his considerable light magic skills, was the weakest link.

Facing Sargeras' flawless physical and technical prowess at such close range, no one believed he could survive.

As Sargeras executed his perfect deception and technique to eliminate the supporting Cruyff, the Church's chances of victory seemed to vanish. Nearly everyone thought so, and even Lilith, amidst her fierce battle, felt a surge of excitement for her father's impending victory!

However!

No one noticed that Cruyff, faced with Sargeras up close, did not show a trace of panic. Instead, there was a hint of anticipation!

"I don't think so."

Facing the descending black flame sword, this was the only thought in Cruyff's mind.

In that instant, Cruyff's hand moved with lightning speed. From beneath his robe, he drew out a firearm, a sacred gun forged by the Church and blessed with divine power. Aiming it directly at Sargeras, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gunshot rang out, and a beam of holy light, concentrated into a bullet, shot forth, aimed straight at Sargeras' heart.

Almost simultaneously, a transparent light shield suddenly flickered into existence around Cruyff. Just as the blazing sword was about to reach his forehead, it managed to withstand the sword's powerful descent!

"How is this possible?!" Sargeras himself could not believe what he was seeing!

What kind of power could defend against his thunderous strike?!

But in the next moment, Sargeras instantly understood everything.

"Go!"

Cruyff's aged face flushed a deep red, his bulbous onion-shaped nose standing out prominently as he mustered all his strength and roared!

A silver-white light suddenly burst forth from Cruyff's chest!

"Thud!"

The crisp sound of penetration chilled everyone to the bone!

The strange silver beam, after striking Sargeras, managed to pierce through his seemingly indestructible body?!

Sargeras looked down in disbelief at the smoldering, three-inch-wide hole in his chest. It was a bizarre sensation because, in his memory, he hadn't been injured in over a thousand years.

A wave of weakness washed over his body. The force that had pierced him began to erode his energy from within, causing Sargeras to stagger and collapse.

Seeing the vampire prince, the lord of the dark world, finally fall at his feet, the elderly cardinal Cruyff first panted heavily and then a look of mad joy appeared in his eyes.

"Hahaha, I did it? I did it!" Cruyff spread his arms and laughed wildly up at the sky. "Sargeras! I defeated Sargeras! Lord! Did you see that? I avenged the priest."

Lilith, locked in a fierce battle with Gabriel, felt her heart sink. Her arm was slashed by Gabriel, releasing strands of faint golden blood.

But Lilith no longer cared about her injuries. She descended quickly, landing beside Sargeras, and while Cruyff was still laughing, she moved Sargeras to a more remote location.

"Father, how could this happen!" Lilith found it hard to accept that her invincible father had been pierced and was continuously weakening.

The demonic flames around Sargeras could no longer be sustained and gradually disappeared. His pale face turned ashen as he coughed and glared at Cruyff in the distance, saying, "I was too careless. I never expected it to be... the 'Spear of Longinus'?"

"Hmph, you're quite knowledgeable," Cruyff said smugly, no longer in a hurry to attack again. With a gesture, the silver light reappeared, this time directly in his hand.

Only then did everyone see that it was a spear, taller than Cruyff by a few centimeters, with an ancient design, entirely silver-gray, spiraled, and its tip was stained with specks of blood.

"The Holy Spear of the Church, the Spear of Longinus. No wonder it could pierce even the body of a vampire like Sargeras," Yang Chen clicked his tongue, not sure if he was sighing in admiration or something else.

Sauron and the others were already dazzled by the sight. When Yang Chen started talking about the spear's origin, Sauron suddenly recalled something and exclaimed, "Could it be that the spear, which is said to have pierced Jesus Christ's body and was stained with the blood of the Holy Son, the 'Spear of Longinus'? So, this spear actually exists?! I've only heard that ancient European monarchs would vie for it, believing that possessing it would allow them to dominate. I didn't expect it to end up in the hands of the Church."

Yang Chen shrugged, "It's not surprising that the spear is with the Church. After all, it's not a divine artifact, just a holy relic. It's on the same level as the demonic weapon scythe Lilith wields, with immense lethality only against dark creatures like vampires. However, the fact that the Church dared to let Cruyff use it shows that the Pope has great confidence in Cruyff's abilities."

At this moment, the two six-winged angels also stopped their attack, landing behind Cruyff, while Gabriel sheathed his giant sword and stood to the side.

Clearly, from the Church's perspective, the battle was already decided. All that remained was to use the Spear of Longinus to end the long lives of the vampire father and daughter and take the Sword of Death. No one would dare to complain about it.

Their strength proved they had the right to do so.

The members of Takamagahara and the Knights of the Round Table remained silent. Though proud, they wouldn't rashly challenge the two six-winged angels. Just from their aura, they knew they were no match.

Holding the long spear emitting a faint silver glow, Cruyff walked leisurely, step by step, towards Lilith and Sargeras.

Sargeras' power was gradually waning, though slowly. The wound inflicted by the Spear of Longinus wasn't something that could heal quickly and had greatly limited his strength. At this moment, he had less than half of Lilith's power and no confidence left to resist Cruyff.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Your mother certainly won't forgive me either. I promised I was just going out for a while and would come back immediately," Sargeras said with a bitter smile.

Despite her usual arrogance, Lilith couldn't hold back her tears. Even though she had lived for over two hundred years, she was still young for a vampire.

"I will protect you, Father," Lilith stubbornly said, drawing her scythe once more.

Sargeras weakly placed his hand on Lilith's amber hair, affectionately saying, "Lilith, go. If you're lucky, you can escape. You can't even handle one six-winged angel. Don't do anything foolish. It's our fault for being overconfident. I thought I alone would be enough..."

Hearing her father's sigh, a sudden idea flashed in Lilith's mind, and a strange light appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing Cruyff approach with an excited smile, Lilith suddenly stood up and threw the black long box she had been protecting to the back!

No one expected this move. Lilith had painstakingly protected the Sword of Death, only to easily throw it away? Why?

It was simple: the person Lilith threw the box to was none other than Yang Chen, who had been standing there doing nothing!

Yang Chen, taken aback, watched the black box land in front of him. Instinctively, he reached out to catch it, but as soon as he held it, he suddenly realized he had been tricked!

Sure enough, at this moment, Lilith wiped away her tears and, with a charming smile, turned back and winked at Yang Chen, saying, "Dear Lord Hades, it's all your fault for making us father and daughter do the stealing. Now my father is injured, so you might as well keep the black box yourself."

What?! What did Lilith mean by that? Were they instructed to steal the artifact?

Everyone's gaze, including Cruyff and the other members of the Church, turned unfavorably towards Yang Chen and the black box in his hand.

Yang Chen smiled wryly. Lilith was quick-witted, using this tactic to drag him into the mess. Didn't she realize he could simply throw the artifact back to her, proving her words false?

However, Yang Chen didn't do that. When he looked at Lilith again, he saw an unprecedented plea in her beautiful crimson eyes.

This proud pure-blood vampire woman, at this moment, had put aside all her pride and dignity, using her gaze to implore Yang Chen, begging him to have mercy and save them.

Lilith was not a woman who feared death. In fact, death might even be exciting for her.

But that didn't mean she wanted to see her father being stabbed to death by the Church's holy relic!

Even if they were vampires, even if they had no beating hearts, they were still family, bound by blood!

Yang Chen helplessly admitted that after returning to China for two years, his heart had softened considerably. Even though he knew this woman was framing him, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her plea.

In the past, he had no parents, but now, he had a mother and family. He understood this feeling.

Sighing, Yang Chen threw the black box to Sauron beside him, then took a step forward and loudly said to everyone present, especially to Cruyff, "That's right, I instructed them to steal the sword. I'll protect Sargeras and his daughter."