A burst of golden light descended, and the "King of Wizards," Karalman, who had lived for over a thousand years, shattered into four and five fragments upon impact at the entrance of the night church. Each fragment was shriveled and blackened, devoid of any trace of blood. From the ashes of his black robe, a single object fell—a normal-sized palm. The skin was unlike human, with a somewhat dull luster, the fingers slender and the bone and flesh evenly distributed. If not for this extraordinary setting, Elmin would have certainly believed this palm to be part of a finely crafted life-sized doll. While Rynette Tynicol swung the other head swiftly, it bit down onto the palm. At the same time, Sharon's form became translucent and merged into the remains of Karalman, accelerating the release of his exceptional properties. Elmin steadied himself, glanced at the "Gate of Summoning" created by the "Lilith Ring," which was now beginning to fade, and then suddenly found his own body transformed into a soft, ethereal moonlight. The crimson moonlight instantly fractured into countless fragments of light. Vivid, otherworldly red scales swam through the moonlit areas, reassembling beside Karalam's remains into Emlyn White, dressed in a formal suit with a bow tie. He did not glance at the extraordinary properties beginning to crystallize, dissolved the "Cross of No Darkness," bent slightly at the waist, and with his left hand—gloved in black velvet—picked up the glass-like sphere of "Pure Vision" he had thrown here earlier. His other hand trembled slightly, flipping open his magic book, "Lehmann's Travel Notes," to a page bearing symbols and enigmatic patterns that symbolized "travel." Emlyn's form then became translucent and vanished from the scene. This was as planned—he was the first to leave after the action, deliberately not disturbing Sharon and her team as they cleared the site and erased traces, for he was the weakest among them, relying entirely on seals and magical artifacts, having already expended considerable energy. As for the spoils, the distribution would be handled once they returned to Bekland. In this regard, Emlin fully trusted Germán Sparo's promise and the credit of the Rose School's Moderation Order. After "transmitting" back to an empty house in Bekland, he abruptly set down "Lyman's Travel Notes," then produced the earlier bronze box adorned with several rubies, placing "The Pure White Sight" inside. Only then did Emlin have the strength to remove his left-hand glove, and upon doing so, he saw a continuous chain of blisters at the fingertips—swollen and inflamed. Given the vampire lineage's remarkable healing capacity, such injuries should have healed by now, yet there was no sign of improvement. "The burning effect from 'The Pure White Sight' will take at least seven days," Emlin said, pulling out a cream stored in a metal tube, squeezing some onto the wound. The profound pain that had pierced his soul was instantly soothed by the cool sensation, and Emlin slowly exhaled, as if finally coming back to life. He had exerted tremendous willpower to refrain from simply dropping the "Pure Sight" to the ground, for once this seal item lost his control, it would spontaneously absorb surrounding light and radiate a purifying glow, effectively rendering a vampire's existence a form of self-sacrifice. Immediately thereafter, Emlin produced a bottle of blood he had drawn in advance, spreading it across the surface of "Leyman's Travel Notes," then drank from another bottle to alleviate the blood-thirstiness induced by the "Lilith Ring." After completing these actions, he finally eliminated the negative effects brought by the seal items. Only now, with his tasks accomplished, did Emlin have the opportunity to reflect on the unexpected occurrence during the battle. The "Summoning Gate" projected by the "Lilith Ring" failed to summon any beings from the depths of the spirit realm, yet it gave rise to an unusual moon. The moon hung quietly behind the "Gate of Summoning," illuminating King Caralam of the "Kingdom of the Moon" and suppressing several of his exceptional abilities tied to the lunar domain. Without this transformation, even if the "Lilith Ring" summoned a being of saintly rank from the spiritual realm, the battle could not have concluded so swiftly—perhaps it would have had to wait for the arrival of the restrained, rose-school angel to gain decisive momentum. ...A moon with a silvery hue... Could it be that the Primordial One has offered assistance? Emlyn suddenly thought of this possibility. It perfectly aligned with the designated role of a bloodline savior ordained by the Primordial. After careful reflection, Emlyn no longer harbored any doubt about this hypothesis, though unlike in past instances, he felt neither particularly excited nor enthusiastic. Having truly witnessed combat at the semi-divine level and having firmly realized the weight of the responsibility he now bore, he felt no sense of pride—only a deep, steady weight of pressure. Hm… After a few seconds, Emlin opened his mouth and whispered, “I am the savior of the bloodline.” When he said this, his expression was exceptionally solemn and dignified, with no trace of hesitation. As he just reached out to grasp it, Lady Sharon added, "There remain some peculiar contaminants within the exceptional properties of the 'Lord of the Wands,' contaminants that even the 'Gun of No Shadow' could not purify." Meaning, I'd need an angel to help shatter and remove these contaminants? Emlyn fully understood Sharon's words and gently nodded, "I know exactly how to proceed." Sharon, wearing her black, delicate, soft hat, then floated upward, lifting her skirt slightly and bowing, "Thank you for your assistance." "So do I," Emlyn replied, removing his hat and bowing in return. ........... Above the gray-white mist, within the ancient palace. Klein watched the threads of black mist spreading across his body, shook his head in admiration: "It seems I've been unconsciously cursed by the 'Divine Misfortune'... perhaps it's the projection of the 'God of Binding'... "I'm even separated by a layer of historical projection." "Had any saint without the 'Source Citadel' been in my position, they'd likely have died suddenly once they felt secure." As for the messenger lady, since she was a true angel, even without the historical projection barrier, she wouldn't face significant issues—so Klein had no concerns there. After the black mist subsided, Klein waited a while longer, until the "Moon" Emlyn offered her sacrificial item, and then requested the "Fool" to assist in purifying the extraordinary trait of the "King of the Witches." The peculiar contamination—originating from the "Mother Tree of Desire" or the "Primordial Moon"? Klein picked up the miniature "Red Moon," studying it carefully for several seconds. Throughout this time, he remained highly alert, always prepared to summon the power of the "Source Citadel." Had it not been for the fact that he already possessed the angelic nature here, he would never have agreed to Emlyn's sacrifice of this trait—instead, he would have chosen to directly descend to the power of the Sequence 2 level, shattering the trait from a distance, separating the contamination. ——Back then, even when the "Wanderer" extraordinary trait had been slightly influenced by the "Desire Mother Tree," Klein had been too hesitant to "divine" it, and had hastily sold it off. After a careful examination, Klein pressed his right hand, causing the entire mystical space to vibrate. The miniature "Red Moon" shattered with a crisp sound, breaking into countless fine crimson light points. Among these points, a few emitted wisps of red vapor that eventually coalesced into a drop of fresh, living blood. Then, the crimson light points reassembled, continuously condensing, and returned to form the miniature "Red Moon"—now clearer, purer, and more luminous than before. Klein manifested a phantom hand and picked up the drop of blood, which appeared to be alive with vibrant vitality. "Not quite at the angel level, yet something strange—seems to have been blessed by a demon god..." While克莱恩 severed all the intangible connections formed by the blood in his hands, he reached out and caught a paper figure, gently pressing the blood onto it. As soon as the blood made contact, it immediately seeped into the paper. Within the next second, the paper figure's abdomen swelled strangely and burst open. As it fragmented, a new, slightly crimson paper figure emerged from its belly, with faint features beginning to take shape. The reproductive force...克莱恩 furrowed his brow. With a simple forward thrust of his right hand, he instantly reduced the newly formed figure to powder. The faint blood mist re-emerged and coalesced into a single drop of blood. The inherent qualities and vitality had only slightly diminished—fully degraded only after at least a hundred transfers...克莱恩 silently assessed this and summoned the strength of "The Source Fortress" to seal this drop of blood layer by layer. He immediately lifted his head and directed his gaze toward the male figure on the weathered long table. The life-sized mannequin, dressed in formal attire, was crouched low, utterly unable to raise its head. As long as it possessed life—this would be manageable. Klein chuckled softly, bringing the drop of sealed blood close to the mannequin, whom he called the "General Without Eyes." The General Without Eyes extended all four limbs simultaneously and retreated several steps. After pausing, it pressed its forehead firmly against the table, emitting sounds incomprehensible to human ears—like noise. "Signs of submission? Excellent," Klein smiled, offering a casual instruction, "Now, demonstrate your abilities." After a series of demonstrations, he confirmed that the General Without Eyes could assume the form of a target, influence inanimate objects, and had begun to gain a basic command over magical items that neither possessed nor were imbued with spirit. That latter ability might prove very useful at certain times... Klein nodded gently, gestured for a box, and had the "General without Eyes" step inside himself. With careful attention, he sealed the box and, together with the drop of blood, set it aside among the clutter, hoping it would soon grow accustomed to its future surroundings. As for the negative effects of the "General without Eyes," Klein believed they could all be amicably negotiated and resolved.