High Blood did not die easily.
There was one reason.
Because from the moment they were born, they were granted the authority to revive endlessly through the blood and mana they had accumulated until then.
But that did not mean they did not die.
They simply did not die easily.
Not dying was immortality.
It was also a different kind of revival method from something like the Life Force Vessels liches hid away so carefully.
With liches’ Life Force Vessels, destroying the vessel immediately ended the lich’s life, whereas High Blood automatically revived through the power they had absorbed and accumulated.
But through accidental curiosity, Su-ho had broken through the High Blood’s almost-cheating revival method.
It had been by chance.
It had started from simple curiosity about what would happen if he absorbed them with Bloody Hand.
The result was the correct answer.
Amazingly enough, that was the most perfect method of killing High Blood.
It was not merely killing them, either, but an utterly perfect method that confined them inside the Blood Prison and placed an eternal leash around their necks.
Roynan, who had been the administrator of Helldown, had been the start, and eventually even Vanishing, who had secured a seat among the Immortal Crowns despite being the lowest-ranked, had been subdued through this method.
So he had thought that no matter how much Edersen was the master of the White Blood Palace and the king of all High Blood, even he would have no choice but to kneel before this method.
But that was not the case.
Amazingly, the mana and blood that he thought each of them managed for themselves were, in the case of Edersen, the highest-ranking Immortal Crown, being managed not by Edersen himself, but by someone else.
And that someone was High Priest Alucard.
When he first learned that fact, it had felt bleak.
Then how exactly was he supposed to kill this guy?
Even after searching through Levan’s memories, asking Roynan, and rummaging through Vanishing’s head, there had been no answer.
Because no one knew.
Then, suddenly, one hypothesis came to mind.
This world was a world controlled by the System.
And the System never created a perfectly flawless existence.
No matter how high, difficult, and distant the trial was, it always created at least one absolute escape route.
Because that was what made a game fun.
The reason sports were fun was because there were fixed rules, and the reason the world functioned was because there were laws people had agreed upon.
The System would have applied the same rule because it knew that truth too.
He had believed that until now, and that belief would not break in the future either.
Because to the System, Noctarion was surely nothing more than one piece of content among countless others, not something especially important.
So he thought.
At first glance, the combination of Edersen and Alucard looked incredibly perfect, but there had to be a flaw.
And he would be able to find the answer to that flaw within himself.
There was one reason he thought that.
Because Noctarion was not some simple gate, but an exclusive trait quest granted with Levan’s narrative, possessed only by Su-ho.
‘And it was just as I expected!’
Something he had been too rushed to see before.
But now, because he had thought and searched for it, he could see it.
It was none other than the rune ring connected to Edersen’s Life Force Vessel, which Alucard must have been storing somewhere far away.
It was too faint.
Thin and dim, almost like a strand of hair.
It made sense that he had not seen it.
Even knowing it was there, it was hard to see.
Perhaps he had barely been able to see it because Combined Sword Art had added Diamond Cut to Soul Severing, raising that power by one stage, and Extreme Strength had been added on top of that, increasing its efficiency to the extreme.
SLASH!
The moment the faintly hidden rune ring was cut, Edersen, who had been controlled like a puppet, regained his stolen consciousness and let out a scream.
Because he had realized that his lifeline had been severed.
Checkmate.
Just from the sound of the bastard’s pathetic scream, Su-ho could be certain he had cut the right thing.
Su-ho released the sword he had thrust out as it was.
His grip opened, and where his open palm was aimed stood the screaming Edersen.
Now, this was the end.
Su-ho chanted the skill.
[ Bloody Hand activates. ]
SHUUUUAAAAH!!
Bloody Hand activated.
At the same time, beginning from the point closest to his palm, Edersen began being sucked in as though water were draining into a sewer hole.
Edersen, belatedly recognizing Bloody Hand, only then shut his mouth and struggled to escape, but by then, it was already too late.
Each time he flailed his limbs once, twenty percent of his body vanished, and before he could even thrash around more than a few times, the fate of Edersen, the highest seat of the Immortal Crowns, the master of the White Blood Palace of First Town, and the one who could be called the king of all High Blood, came to an end.
[ You have defeated Edersen de Nosferatu, High Blood, master of the White Blood Palace, and the highest throne of the Immortal Crowns. ]
His death had been guaranteed.
Through the most reliable method of guarantee in the world: a system notification.
Su-ho grinned.
“Now there’s no sword to protect you, is there?”
Knight of God.
That had been Edersen’s position.
He had been given that name because he was the sword meant to assist the divine being known as the First Blood.
But now that Knight of God was gone.
Then who would protect the First Blood and the Blood God Temple now?
At that moment, Alucard’s enraged voice rang across all of Middle Town.
“You lowly thing. Your instincts are fairly sharp.”
At the same time, all of Middle Town began to tremble.
RUMBLEEEEEEEEE!!
“Cheolma!”
“Hihihihing!”
All of Middle Town shook and began breaking apart as though an earthquake had struck.
He immediately called Cheolma and shot into the sky.
Jack also reverse-summoned Typhon.
He had no intention of running far away.



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