123: Is Chapter 123 correct?

"Actually, there's nothing strange about it," Qin Ming added in a flat tone. "If it were me, and I encountered those idiots who spread rumors in the rear and hounded my wife to death..."

Qin Ming tilted his head back slightly, looking into Dracula's crimson eyes that were just inches away.

"I would first send that damn bishop, along with his entire family, to meet God."

The youth's clear, cold voice echoed through the hall.

It carried a sense of matter-of-fact indifference and violence.

The translucent demon cocoons hanging from the dome seemed to sense an extremely dangerous aura, and they all stopped writhing at once.

Dracula took a sudden, large step back.

On that pale, handsome face, the muscles twitched uncontrollably.

In this medieval Europe ruled by the Holy See, where faith was above all else, even a monster like him who had sold his soul to the devil had gone through intense internal struggle when he first uttered those words of betrayal.

Yet, this human boy before him...

...was speaking blasphemous words about tearing a bishop of the Holy See into ten thousand pieces, all in the casual tone of someone discussing the weather!

"Wait..." Dracula raised a hand, his long fingers rubbing his throbbing temples.

He felt he needed to re-evaluate this absurd situation.

"Let me confirm," Dracula stared at Qin Ming. "When you walked in just now, did you say you were... the Son of God?"

"Yes," Qin Ming nodded, his composure flawless.

Dracula took a deep breath of the cold, foul-smelling air in the hall.

"Under the title of the Son of God, you're here teaching a Vampire how to kill a bishop of the Holy See?"

Dracula threw his hands up, gesturing toward the dome, his voice cracking from the sheer absurdity.

"Is this right?!"

"This is so damn ridiculous!" Dracula suddenly burst into a fit of neurotic laughter.

He felt he was being played.

Toyed with like a monkey in this cold cellar by a green human brat!

"I don't know what trick you used to hide your scent!" Dracula's laughter stopped abruptly, and his tailcoat swelled again, pushed out by violent Dark Magic.

"But I will tear your flesh apart inch by inch and rip out your guts!"

He bared his fangs again, a bloodthirsty red light reigniting in his pitch-black eye sockets.

"Since you like playing the illegitimate Son of God, I'll make sure you die like a true martyr!"

"It seems the psychological counseling failed."

Qin Ming sighed.

In the absolute 0.1 seconds before Dracula's claws could touch the skin of Qin Ming's neck!

"Buzz—!"

Dracula's body felt as if it had slammed into an invisible wall of the world, freezing in place right in front of Qin Ming in an extremely contorted posture.

"What..." He tried to break free in terror, only to find the surrounding air had seemingly turned into solid concrete.

Then.

The deepest darkness of Transylvania was torn asunder.

A solid, pure golden halo slowly emerged from behind Qin Ming's head.

That was no magical glow.

It was a true, pure, and untainted divine pressure!

The halo rotated.

The blinding golden light was like a scorching sun descending into the abyss, instantly dispelling all the ghastly green firelight in the hall!

"Sizzle—"

Qin Ming's back straightened slightly.

Two pairs of massive, slender Angel Wings, condensed from liquid light elements, suddenly unfurled from his back!

Under the golden light, countless underdeveloped demon fetuses didn't even get a chance to struggle before turning into pools of white-smoking black water inside their cocoons.

But that wasn't even the worst of it.

Bearing the brunt of it was Count Dracula, who was closest to Qin Ming.

"Aaaaaaaaaah—!!!"

A tragic howl that didn't sound human at all erupted from Dracula's throat.

The moment his handsome, pale face was illuminated by the pure golden light, it began to carbonize at a visible rate!

His flesh was like peeling wallpaper, curling, charring, and falling off in layers.

But a four-hundred-year-old Vampire Progenitor was not so fragile after all.

"Ugh-aaaaah!!"

Dracula rolled frantically, his sharp claws digging into the hard bluestone floor, carving out ten deep furrows.

The massive, heart-palpitating Dark Magic within him began a frenzied counterattack.

Bottomless blood energy erupted from the depths of his bone marrow, forming a thick black-red shield that forcibly blocked the path above his carbonizing flesh.

On the skeleton charred by the holy light...

...countless fine, blood-red sprouts of flesh, like frantically wriggling nematodes, intertwined, coiled, and reorganized.

In just over ten seconds.

Dracula's half-burned cheek was covered in new pale skin amidst the tooth-gritting sound of bones grinding.

He suddenly sprang up from the ground.

His exquisite tailcoat had long since turned to ash.

In its place, the flesh on his back suddenly tore open, and a pair of massive black fleshy wings with a wingspan of over five meters snapped open!

Every wing bone glinted with a metallic, cold luster.

Dracula panted heavily.

His crimson eye sockets were now filled with tangible malice and fury.

"Damn you!!"

His fangs protruded, and thick saliva dripped onto the stone slabs, corroding them into pits.

"I will tear you to pieces! I will chew your bones bit by bit! I will drain every drop of blood from your body!"

Facing Dracula's irrational roar.

Qin Ming stood his ground.

The Angel Wings behind him slowly folded.

Not only was he not frightened by this berserk mutated Vampire, but he also lowered his head and looked past Dracula into the air.

On his retina...

...lines of light blue virtual text were scrolling frantically like a waterfall.

[Ding! Purified Mutated Demon Fetus x1, Points +5]

[Ding! Purified Mutated Demon Fetus x1, Points +5]

[Ding! Purified Mutated Demon Fetus x1, Points +5]

...

The screen was full of point-gain notifications.

The hundreds of cocoons hanging from the hall's dome had directly yielded Qin Ming an unprecedented fortune.

This feeling of clearing the screen and harvesting was extremely satisfying.

Qin Ming glanced at the bottom of the panel at the total points that had instantly skyrocketed.

A pleasant curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"This place," Qin Ming said sincerely as he looked at the exasperated Dracula, "is truly a nice experience pack."

Before Dracula could figure out what that extremely offensive sentence meant...

...Qin Ming began the exchange directly in his mind.

[Deducted 500 points. Remaining points: 2,200.]

[Holy Light Law Greatsword, exchange successful.]

Qin Ming raised his right hand and reached behind his head.

The solid golden halo that had been floating in the air obediently fell into his palm.

There were no complicated incantations.

Only the outpouring of the purest power.

The moment Qin Ming's fingers tightened...

"Clang—!!"

An extremely clear sword chime, as if it could tear through space, suddenly rang out in the hall.