Chapter 316: Massacre

Chapter 316: Massacre

For a long time, Dead Apostles viewed humans as food, killing and consuming them at will. But today, this dynamic is reversed. Like livestock turning on their predators, humans bared their fangs against the Dead Apostles, launching a slaughter in the lair of the Dead Apostle of the Lake, Louvre.

There is no exaggeration, it is a genuine massacre!

Combatant Machine Kirie, with its metallic body, unafraid of injury and lacking blood, led the charge. Whether facing Dead Apostles, familiars, or traps, she always started with a three-hit combo—Bullet Storm, Flamethrower, and Lightning Flash—followed by a barrage of attacks. Knowing her lack of combat experience, she abandoned finesse for straightforward and brutal firepower.

As the saying goes, no problem can't be solved with enough firepower, and if there is, it just means there wasn't enough firepower. This perfectly describes Kirie's combat style.

When firepower was insufficient, Kirie would immediately retreat, letting Lorelei take the lead.

The Barthomeloi family, with their extensive history of hunting Dead Apostles, had accumulated vast experience, and Lorelei, inheriting the family's magic crests, was arguably the best at combating Dead Apostles in the Mage's Association.

No matter how powerful the Dead Apostle was or how bizarre their attacks were, nothing could stop her.

For long-range combat, she had her versatile vacuum magecraft.

For close combat, she wielded the ancient Barthomeloi Combat Arts, which predated the Dead Apostles.

Against curses, Lorelei's coat, a family heirloom woven with mithril threads and blessed with holy protection, rendered her nearly immune to curses, even those from Ortenrosse, let alone these lower Dead Apostles.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

The so-called living corpses are the stage before becoming Dead Apostles. When a human is bitten by a vampire, they don't immediately transform into a Dead Apostle but must go through a lengthy process.

Normally, a human bitten by a vampire dies. If the Dead Apostle leaves some of their blood in the body, the killed human won't die outright. After a few years in the grave, with their brain decayed and their soul still anchored to the body, they turn into a ghoul.

Ghouls need to consume other corpses' flesh to repair their decayed bodies over the years, eventually becoming living corpses.

After several years, these living corpses regain their human knowledge, transforming into true vampires, thus becoming Dead Apostles.

The probability of a person turning into a ghoul after being bitten is 1%, and the probability of a ghoul becoming a living corpse and then a Dead Apostle is also 1%. Therefore, the chance of a human becoming a Dead Apostle after being bitten is only one in ten thousand.

"Rainbow Missiles!" Seven-colored projectiles sequentially shoot from Touko's hand, turning an approaching female Dead Apostle into a sieve.

Ahead of the team, Lorelei, who happened to turn back, utters a number, "Forty-one."

This is the count of Dead Apostles they have exterminated so far.

At this moment, they are inside the main hall of the castle, the most heavily guarded area.

In Lorelei's words, things are finally getting interesting here, although it's not intense combat yet, at least it's not boring.

The girl, who eagerly anticipates Louvre's appearance, swings her whip, ready to use the common Wind Blossom to shred the barely alive female Dead Apostle into pieces.

"-Huh?"

The Queen's whip hesitates for a moment. She senses a powerful magic emanating from above the castle. It's another dead apostle, similar to the one before her but stronger.

"Save... save me, Father...!"

In an instant, Lorelei consents to the Dead Apostle's escape.

Although on the brink of death, being a centuries-old Dead Apostle, she still has some explosive power left.

"How rude, trying to escape from me."

Despite showing a hint of annoyance, Lorelei refrains from pursuing it on her own and instead asks the commander who also senses the magic.

"Miss Touko, what should we do?"

"That should be Louvre's hiding place."

The oldest woman in the team, carrying an oversized suitcase with one hand and removing her glasses with the other, emits an imposing chill that blankets the entire castle.