An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2287
After Dusk Titan finished his introduction, a strikingly handsome mixed-race man stepped forward.
“I’m Bill Wolfe from Esmington, representing the Coven of Blood Eclipse. They call me the Shadow Prince,” he said with pride.
Hank was surprised. “The Shadow Prince of the Coven of Blood Eclipse?”
The Coven of Blood Eclipse was very powerful in Esmington, second only to the Hall of Gods among the Streuquan nations. It was made up of three main groups: vampires, werewolves, and mystic artists, along with a few special beasts. Among these, the vampires were the most dominant, nearly ruling Esmington. The Hall of Gods had once enlisted a vampire earl named Willem, known as the Blood Devil.
Bill was the son of the Shadow Master, the leader of the Coven of Blood Eclipse and the king of vampires. His influence matched that of the God King from the Hall of Gods. As the Shadow Master’s son, Bill inherited a noble lineage. Even though he was young, he had the strength of a vampire viscount and had defeated many powerful opponents.
His most impressive achievement was taking down three grandmasters in one night, which greatly reduced Dragonmarsh’s power in other regions.
Hank never thought Bailey could persuade the Shadow Master to send Bill to the tournament. Dragonmarsh wasn’t known for being welcoming, so he was shocked that Bill would take such a risk.
Noticing Hank’s confusion, Bailey explained, “Bill’s father is my friend. When he heard about the Hall of Gods’ plans, he sent Bill to gain experience and showcase the Coven of Blood Eclipse’s strength.”
Bill was determined to make a name for himself in Dragonmarsh. If he performed well in the tournament and defeated the prideful martial artists of Dragonmarsh, he could easily establish his reputation.
Hank smiled at Bill, saying, “With you on our side, those Dragonmarsh martial artists will be running for their lives!”
Bill grinned proudly. “You bet! I can’t even count how many grandmasters from Dragonmarsh I’ve defeated. They’re as weak as paper. I could take them down with just a little effort.”
He leaned forward, his fingers curling into a claw shape. His nails stretched to three inches, sharp and deadly, while a faint black mist swirled around them, creating an eerie atmosphere. “This time, I want every Dragonmarsh martial artist to see the power of my vampire clan. I want them to live in fear forever.”
Bailey, however, warned him, “Bill, it’s good to be confident, but don’t underestimate them. Be careful not to make mistakes.”
“Relax, Mr. Bailey,” Bill replied with a wave of his hand. “Noble bloodline vampires like us can’t be defeated by those pathetic humans from Dragonmarsh.”
Bailey only smiled, choosing not to argue. He understood the strength of vampires, especially Bill, who was a descendant of the Shadow Master. Bill had an incredible ability to heal. As long as he had fresh blood, he could recover instantly, even from serious injuries. He was almost immortal unless completely destroyed.
Bailey knew the martial artists from Dragonmarsh would struggle against such a formidable opponent.
“Father, it’s your turn now,” Bailey said, shifting his attention to the third person in the room, a thin man wearing glasses and a clerical robe.
“Praise the Lord. I’m Jeremiah Price, a Cardinal of the Holy Sovereign Church,” the man said with a friendly smile.
“A Cardinal?” Hank raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Hank raised an eyebrow, feeling puzzled. He understood that being a Cardinal was a big deal, but he couldn’t figure out why a clergyman would take part in the Combat Tournament. Jeremiah looked weak, and Hank doubted if he could handle it.
“Hank, Father Price isn’t just a Cardinal. He’s also known as ‘The Dust of Angel,’” Bailey explained.
“What? The Dust of Angel?” Hank was taken aback, goosebumps creeping up his arms at the sound of the name.
While the members of the Hall of Gods might not know the truth, Hank understood what “The Dust of Angel” really meant.
Jeremiah was the Holy Sovereign Church’s secret weapon in the “Betrayer” organization. He was the only survivor of a horrific experiment and was feared as the ultimate beast.
He had the strength of werewolves, the healing abilities of vampires, and incredible exorcism skills. With the blessing of the Holy Sovereign Church’s holy arts, he became a powerful killing machine.
Anyone who stood against the Holy Sovereign Church, no matter how strong, faced a brutal end at Jeremiah’s hands. The scariest part was that he was a complete psychopath who took pleasure in his sadistic killings.
The Holy Sovereign Church called him “The Dust of Angel,” but those who opposed them knew him by another name—the “Song of Hell.”