A curse is still a curse, but Henry Parker greedily absorbed the essence of the moon. A faint blue ray shot down from the moon and entered Henry Parker's mouth, and the chest that had been scorched by holy light gradually began to heal.

“In the name of the Lord, dispel the evil of this world.” A holy light appeared out of nowhere and struck Henry Parker, who was using the moonlight to heal. With a thunderous boom, Henry Parker was blasted seven or eight zhang away, nearly falling off the building and almost smashing to pieces.

“I didn't expect vampires would still dare to develop descendants in China!” A foreign middle-aged man with golden hair and deep blue, slightly demonic eyes appeared on the rooftop. Seeing the vampire baron, Anthony was thrilled as he watched him, body charred and writhing in pain.

“Oh, Lord! A baron, struck by the 'Baptism of God' without any magical defense, is only seriously injured and not dead. Incredible, the constitution of Easterners is truly amazing. But under the Lord’s radiance, even the miraculous East will be conquered by us. I’ll take your heart core back to present to the bishop—he’ll be delighted. After all, this is an Eastern vampire!”

With a flourish, Anthony drew a distinctly Western-style rapier and smugly thrust it toward Henry Parker's chest. Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist erupted from Henry Parker, instantly shrouding his body. Anthony was momentarily stunned. “Blood escape magic? Trying to run? Can you really escape? Even after such serious injuries, you can still use blood escape magic—what a surprise!”

“In the name of the Lord.” The holy light in Anthony's hand shone three zhang away.

“Ah!” With a miserable scream, Henry Parker fell to the ground and gave a bitter smile. There was nothing he could do—the difference in strength was simply too great. Even though he had deliberately hidden his power, hoping to play the fool and catch the enemy off guard, a light priest of the church was absolutely not someone a vampire baron could handle. Not even if he evolved into a viscount.

“Damn it, I’ll risk it all!!” Henry Parker pressed his hands together at his chest, muttered a few incantations, and a thick dark aura emerged from his body. Two fangs grew at the corners of his mouth—hiss!! His clothes tore open at the back, and two pitch-black, bat-like wings stretched out.

“Tsk! Tsk!” The smile on Anthony's handsome face didn’t fade. “I underestimated you. I didn’t expect you were about to evolve into a viscount. But what’s the use? Go meet Satan! Judgment Light!!”

A seemingly gentle white light appeared above Anthony's head, and in the blink of an eye, the entire rooftop was bathed in holy radiance. The Judgment Light, summoned by devout believers to call down the Lord’s power to purge all dark creatures, was immensely powerful.

Bathed in the Judgment Light, all the black aura on Henry Parker instantly vanished without a trace, and wisps of black smoke rose from his body. “Awooo! Awooo!” Henry Parker howled in agony.

But Anthony did not unleash the full power of the holy light, as if deliberately torturing this Eastern vampire.

“By the order of the law! Five Thunders True Technique!” Whoosh! A streak of blue sword energy tore through the Judgment Light enveloping the rooftop. A bolt of lightning, seven or eight zhang long, descended from the void and struck the triumphant Anthony with a heavy crash.

The wheel of fortune turns, and this year it’s our turn. This old saying couldn’t be more apt. At this moment, Anthony was charred all over, emitting a burnt stench.

“Who?!” Dizzy from the lightning strike, Anthony was about to shout when he saw a massive iron block, four zhang across, hurtling toward him. If it hit, he’d be smashed to a pulp, with no chance of survival.

With a roar, Anthony summoned all his strength and leapt to the side, barely escaping being flattened. Strangely, when the iron block hit the concrete rooftop, it made no sound at all. Under Anthony's bulging, almost popping eyes, the four-zhang-wide iron block rapidly shrank to a four-inch square seal and flew back into the hand of a masked figure standing at the edge of the rooftop.

“A Chinese cultivator??!!”

“A magic treasure?!” Remembering how the cardinal had repeatedly warned him before coming to China to be extremely cautious and never to clash with Eastern cultivators, Anthony broke out in a cold sweat. Terrifying cultivators! Mysterious cultivators! At the time, he’d been a bit dismissive of the bishop’s warnings, but now he finally understood. They could command lightning as a weapon, and wield those magical treasures that could change size at will. Everything was beyond his wildest imagination.

Anthony's mind blanked for a second, and suddenly a sharp pain shot through his neck. Henry Parker, who had been struggling desperately to resist the power of the Judgment Light—if Anthony hadn’t been toying with him, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago—suddenly felt the pressure lift. Seeing his opponent now charred and seemingly gravely injured, he could no longer hold back. Without hesitation, he lunged forward and bit into the other’s neck, wildly sucking blood. Vampires are known for their speed, and Anthony, caught off guard, fell right into the trap.

“Aha! The blood of a light priest—what a tonic! If I drain him, I’ll soon evolve into a viscount.”