The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 373: Would Anyone Take in a 17-Year-Old Orphaned Vampire Girl?
Mysterious magical waves rippled across the brilliant golden wheat ears.
In the blazing red sunlight high above, the Goddess of Abundance's loving smile triggered countless shocking spatial ripples.
Golden light surged upward from the ground like hundred-meter waves, magnificent and turbulent.
In an instant, the dazzling light transformed into tens of thousands of sharp light blades, violently piercing through Count Laurien's enormous yet broken body.
Every inch of his flesh was devoured by this terrifying and radiant golden light.
The scorching sun hung fiercely in the sky, its savage flames licking Count Laurien's giant form like wild beasts.
The searing hot air exploded frantically in the surrounding space, distorting it with extreme temperatures.
Yet before the Goddess of Abundance, everything seemed filled with boundless love.
Even the scorching air carried a gentle, caressing touch.
The land covered by divine power began emanating rich life force.
Count Laurien's body started collapsing at a visible speed.
His enormous form released intense bloody aura, forming a huge crimson waterfall that shot straight into the clouds.
When it reached the top of the mysterious barrier, the blood waterfall violently split into sky-covering bloody mist, scattering toward distant Shulbon.
The bloody essence poured into the people's bodies, nourishing their weak and pale flesh.
Warmth covered their frail forms as blood began flowing beneath their skin again.
Their withered bodies were rejuvenated as if blown by fresh air, gradually regaining vitality.
Under the overflow of golden light spots, Count Laurien's broken limbs began to completely dissipate.
His sky-covering body shattered into countless crimson ashes, rising against the scattered golden light.
Finally, Count Laurien's huge crimson eye gazed at Pricis.
No one noticed a transparent soul gradually floating up from Pricis's body.
With a loving smile, she floated toward Count Laurien's broken body, toward that blood-red eye.
At last, she steadily embraced that shattered form.
The golden-lit scene began to calm.
The blood barrier vanished without a trace, and even the scorching sun retracted its previous heat and violence.
The people slowly opened their eyes, coughed lightly, looked around, and felt everything was normal.
Just now, they all seemed to have taken a nap.
People stood up one after another, surveying their surroundings to find everything at home unchanged.
Supporting their somewhat dizzy heads, they glanced at the clock - the hour hand pointed to "twelve."
What happened?
Looking up through their windows, they saw a red blazing sun, its bright light making their eyes squint.
What the hell, it's daylight already?
Did they sleep until noon?
But why did they feel so tired? As if they hadn't slept all night.
"Quick, quick, wake up! It's noon, stop sleeping!"
"Get to work! Get to work!"
Urgent voices of residents rang throughout Shulbon.
Countless people carried their bags and tools, either heading to work or going to harvest rice.
But when they walked out of their houses, they all witnessed the magnificent scene before them.
On the streets and ground, tender green sprouts broke through the soil, stretching their verdant bodies in the warm morning light.
As far as the eye could see, the vast land was covered with dense, delicate sprouts.
The entire Shulbon was blanketed by a rich life force.
Through the green sprouts, it was fully displayed before the people.
Seeing these signs of life appearing on the roads, the people became incredibly excited.
Though it was noon at twelve o'clock, the previously drowsy residents were too excited to sleep.
Yet simultaneously, they felt an inexplicable sense of loss and melancholy.
They felt this heaven-sent gift seemed to carry some meaning of farewell.
But they didn't think too much about it.
They could only gratefully accept this generous gift from heaven.
......
The golden and sacred hall was draped in brilliant light.
Colorful light filtered through the exquisite rose windows, falling like rainbows on the vast golden floor.
This was a solemn and noble church.
Countless huge golden pillars supported the dome, with the colorful light falling on the smooth building surface appearing particularly mysterious.
At the very center of the hall stood a statue of a deity holding wheat ears.
As light fell upon it, even the statue seemed to reveal a faint smile.
Numerous nuns lined both sides of the hall, each wearing a flower crown, their expressions solemn and eyes full of devotion.
When they all turned their heads, focusing their gaze on the hall entrance.
A woman in nun's habit appeared in everyone's sight.
Her eyes were covered by a black veil.
Though her vision was blocked, her steps were firm, seemingly unaffected.
Under the gaze of all the nuns, she remained calm, taking quiet steps up the stairs inside the hall.
At the front of the hall beneath the statue, a golden platform held a golden wheat ear.
Sunlight shone through the spacious dome, bestowing the wheat ear with a divine radiance.
This nun stood quietly before the wheat ear, extending her slender yet strong hand.
Though her arm appeared so thin and weak, her palm bore many furrows.
It was covered with calluses from long hours of farm work.
She gently picked up the wheat ear, and though her eyes were blindfolded, she seemed able to "see" the golden-glowing wheat ear in her hand.
In this warm light, her arm was also surrounded by golden radiance, as if wrapped in divine power.
After a long while, the nun placed the wheat ear back on the golden platform.
As if seeing something, she slowly spoke, her voice full of solemnity and reverence:
"The great Count sacrificed his own life for Shulbon's prosperity."
"His sacrifice will keep Shulbon prosperous for eternity."
From today forward, Shulbon will be land truly blessed by the Goddess of Abundance.
The nuns below all bowed, their movements perfectly synchronized, full of respect.
This nun turned around, placing her hands properly on her lower abdomen, facing everyone, and spoke softly:
"With the lord's death, succession priority goes to worthy offspring."
"Come, we should take the initiative in this matter."
She walked forward on her own, and every time she passed through the golden corridors, the nuns she passed would follow behind her.
Until reaching the entrance, the nuns behind her had formed a line.
The doors opened, the blazing sun casting golden light, the ground covered with tender sprouts symbolizing life.
The nun with veiled eyes slowly raised her head, looking at the sky, murmuring to the red sun:
"Goddess."
"What kind of being could make Your love return again."
......
Autumn leaves danced in the sky, crimson and orange intertwined, shining with the light of life in the sunlight.
Golden waves of wheat flickered gently in the sun.
Countless nobles stood dumbfounded.
They hadn't even noticed that the soul fire on their bodies had vanished, returning them to their original forms.
Wearing lead-colored robes, the wrinkles on their faces and cloudy eyes appeared even more prominent in the sunlight.
Feeling the incredibly full vitality, looking toward the floating wheat waves, they couldn't see where it ended.
Only Aurelianne stood in place, raising her head to look at the sky.
Having gained the power of a necromancer, Aurelianne clearly sensed it.
Under that magic, there were two souls.
They intertwined together, then scattered with the wind.
This time, she wasn't afraid of those two spirits.
She just felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.
Suddenly, the demi-humans let out a collective long howl.
The demi-humans with deer ears and leopard ears all began stepping forward.
They lightly stepped over the sand and dust, carefully avoiding the tender green sprouts.
Threading through the golden wheat field, they departed in an orderly and graceful manner.
Only two tiger-men remained at Aurelianne's sides, dutifully guarding her.
The knights of the order all dismounted, standing at the front of their ranks, uniformly bowing to Viktor, showing absolute respect.
At this time, Viktor stood in the wheat field.
With the swaying wheat waves, his mottled silhouette seemed submerged in the golden light, feeling the dance of the wind.
Everything was over.
Viktor looked down at his level:
Level 50—
Less than half a year, jumping from third-tier to fifth-tier, this speed was probably unbelievable to most.
But Viktor didn't care whether others believed it or not.
Looking ahead along the glittering golden light, a patch of wheat field seemed to have been pressed down, sinking into the golden waves.
That was Pricis.
At this moment, the girl was kneeling with bent legs on the pressed-down wheat ears.
She struggled to support her upper body with both arms, sitting up.
Warmth flowed across her delicate face, and blood color traced beneath her fair skin.
This time, Pricis had returned to her original body.
She would no longer suffer from manic episodes.
Because now, she was the perfect vampire.
However...
She sat among the swaying wheat ears, crying silently.
Her grief was carried far, far away in the sadness scattered by autumn leaves and wheat ears.
At the end, Pricis finally understood her parents' intentions.
Yet she was powerless to change anything.
At this time, everyone finally saw Pricis covered in golden light against the sunlight.
One of the nobles, upon seeing Pricis, had bloodshot eyes and shouted angrily:
"That monster's daughter, why is she still ali—"
Before he could finish, a chill like the northern wind swept past, making him shudder, goosebumps covering his body.
He tremblingly looked back to find Viktor's extremely stern obsidian pupils staring at him.
The sharp presence cut off his half-spoken words.
A calm voice sounded faintly, yet thundered in this noble's heart:
"Mind your own business."
He sheepishly turned his head back, shrinking his neck.
Such presence, he had only felt from Grand Duke Balo before.
And now.
When they truly felt Viktor's power up close.
In the hearts of these kingdom nobles, Viktor was worthy of their respect.
But even so, everyone remained silent.
They just quietly watched the silently crying Pricis, their dissatisfaction expressed in their wordlessness.
The golden wheat waves raised rustling sounds, filling everyone's ears.
But suddenly, an exclamation broke this tranquility.
"Where's Augustus? King Augustus is gone!"
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Chapter 373: Would Anyone Take in a 17-Year-Old Orphaned Vampire Girl?
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