Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Catching Them All in One Sweep (4th Update)
Selina shuddered, her vacant eyes gradually regaining clarity, “What do you want to do?”

“Bastard, how dare you speak to the Elder like that?” Benedict scolded angrily.

The intense pain from her soul made Selina tremble all over, yet she still fixed her gaze on Xue An, wanting an answer.

“After killing Alldington, I’ve been waiting, waiting for the masters from the Blood Clan Council to appear, but the outcome has been disappointing. It was only you few kittens that came.”

“My patience has been whittled down to nothing, so I’m preparing to kill my way up to the Blood Clan Council and harvest all of the Blood Clan!”

Xue An’s indifferent words left Selina stunned for a moment, then a mocking smile gradually appeared on her face.

“I admit, you are indeed powerful, but to be so arrogant as to think you alone can annihilate the entire Blood Clan Council? That’s simply delusional!”

“Shut up!” Benedict roared.

The agony made Selina unable to speak, but the mockery in her eyes remained, even intensified.

Xue An slowly stood up and walked close to Selina.

“You don’t believe it? Well then, this time I will let you watch with your own eyes how I slaughter your Blood Clan Council!”

As he spoke, Xue An’s Divine Sense directly invaded Selina’s sea of consciousness, sifting through numerous chaotic images to find the information he needed.

“S-country, huh?” Xue An said softly.

“What… what have you done to me? You’re nothing but a devil!” Selina, realizing what Xue An had just done to her, couldn’t help but shout in fear.

This man, making her soul submit to him and also being able to forcibly search her memories, these methods were even more devilish than a devil’s.

Xue An leaned forward slightly, smiling as he said, “I’m honored to be called a devil by the Blood Clan.”

This is a grand and luxurious church in Y-country, also known as the church that was never finished.

The construction of this church began in the medieval era and has yet to be completed.

Standing under the dome of the church, countless pieces of stained glass refined by Secret Technique emitted a glow like that of a sacred hall.

Such a sight drove countless believers to frenzy, calling it a miracle of the God of Light.

But only Garry, the bishop here, knew what was really going on.

“Remember, don’t use the Holy Light Technique so frequently next time. After all, only the most devout believers are worthy of seeing the Holy Light,” he said.

“Yes! But how can we tell who are the most devout believers, Archbishop?” asked an underling.

Garry said indifferently, “The more money they donate, the more devout their faith in the God of Light. Understand?”

“Yes!” His subordinate nodded, thoroughly convinced and withdrew.

Garry stood up, ready to return to his resting chamber.

A letter sealed with a Secret Technique was then delivered to him.

Upon opening it, his face couldn’t help but turn ashen.

After a long while, he finally said sternly, “Call Alonso over!”

It took a long time for Alonso, reeking of alcohol, to arrive.

“Garry, what is it that you need me for?” he asked.

This Alonso had once been the Vice-Commander of the Radiant Knight Corps but was demoted due to excessive greed, which provoked public anger, and was eventually sent to Y-country for redemption by the Holy Knights.

Garry frowned slightly.

By rank, he was the Cardinal Archbishop of the Y-country diocese, naturally outranking this exiled Alonso.

However, since Alonso once belonged to the Radiant Knight Corps and was a subordinate of one of the four heads of the Church of Light, the Holy Knight, he always spoke freely and never showed Garry the respect he was due.

But now was not the time to dwell on these details. He handed one of the letters to Alonso.

Alonso took one look and was also slightly taken aback.

“Two purple-robed Stewards and one red-robed Executor all dead?”

Garry nodded solemnly.

“Strange, who in London has that kind of formidable strength? A Dark Witch from the Dark Council? Or Titan? Or perhaps someone from the Blood Clan?” Alonso wondered.

Garry said gravely, “The latest news is that these three were sent to capture two Dark Night Elves!”

“Dark Night Elves?” A sinister smile appeared on Alonso’s face.

“How could those alluring female elves possibly have killed these three?”

“That’s exactly why the Judgment Chief was furious and has strictly ordered us to investigate this matter thoroughly!”

Upon hearing the three words, Judgment Chief, Alonso shuddered, and his face finally showed reverence.

“A red-robed Executor alone, how could it have alarmed the Judgment Chief?”

“Haha, that red-robed Executor was a relative of the Judgment Chief. That’s why the Judgment Chief is so enraged!”

“Understood! Shall I head to London now?”

“Don’t rush, I will go with you! This incident is an opportunity, those Dark Night Elves are becoming increasingly cunning and harder to capture! We haven’t had any fresh merchandise for a long time, and many higher-ups have already expressed their discontent!”

“Therefore, I’ve decided that we should take this chance to capture all the Dark Night Elves in one fell swoop!” As he spoke, Garry’s eyes glittered with greed.

Every Dark Night Elf could fetch an exorbitant price on the black market!

Countless tycoons were deeply interested in these mysterious, long-lived creatures that were also docile and beautiful.

In particular, within the high ranks of the Church of Light, many influential figures were also very interested in these Dark Night Elves.

Garry had earned his position as a red-robed bishop because he had captured many good specimens and presented them as offerings.

In fact, by his abilities alone, he wasn’t qualified to be a bishop.

Which is why many people joked about him being the Elf Bishop.

This was also why Alonso had little respect for him.

As a result, Garry was harboring a strong determination.

This time, I will capture all the elves in one go, and with these achievements, I will climb one step higher. Then we’ll see who dares to laugh at me!

Meanwhile, in a small town in Europe.

After the movie directed and performed by Fan Mengxue finished playing, thundering applause erupted in the venue.

Many renowned film critics stood up and cheered, extending their utmost respect to this woman from the distant orient.

“Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, this movie is the most brilliant one I’ve seen this year!”

“I disagree with your statement; in my opinion, this should be deemed the most brilliant one in nearly a decade. Honestly, I’m tired of the same old film clichés. Miss Fan’s work is like a breath of fresh air, completely enchanting me!”

These lavish praises nearly drowned Fan Mengxue.

Countless journalists were pushing forward frantically, hoping to interview Fan Mengxue.

But Fan Mengxue merely nodded and smiled politely at everyone before floating away, leaving Han Yao to deal with the frenzied media.

After returning to the dressing room and changing into casual clothes, donning large sunglasses, Fan Mengxue then left the venue.

She had never liked the limelight, even detested being under the spotlights.

So she avoided it whenever she could.

Now, she was ready to enjoy some rare leisure time from work, strolling around this genuinely European town!