Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!-Chapter 361: Blood Burn Fiend—Pyris Arrives?

The air buzzed with something unspoken. The usual liveliness of the district was tinged with an underlying tension, a shift in the fabric of the city itself. Even the skyline shimmered with a sense of inevitability, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

Something was happening. And at the heart of this unseen storm—

A confrontation. Silent Night stood unmoving, her sharp gaze fixed on the two figures before her. Clad in black from head to toe, their presence was more than just ominous—it was suffocating. She knew who they were.

Or rather—what they represented.

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Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. A part of her had expected something like this. The moment she learned of Dracula’s dealings with House Obsidian, it was only a matter of time before his fangs turned toward her.

A cold smirk ghosted her lips.

"So… Dracula has finally decided to bare his fangs, huh?" Her voice was calm—too calm.

The alley surrounding her was cramped, buildings looming like silent spectators. She was boxed in, flanked on both sides by the Phantom Guards. They had left her no exits. But Silent Night wasn’t the type to run.

Not when she could fight.

The two figures didn’t respond immediately. They stood there, unmoving, exuding an aura so thick with malice it nearly choked the air itself. It wasn’t just pressure—it was the weight of death itself, as if something had crawled straight out of the depths of hell and anchored itself to this moment.

Phantom Guards—at least what Dracula named them.

The very shadow of Dracula.

A quiet exhale left her lips as her gaze swept over them. Their aura was suffocating—a presence that reeked of death, the weight of countless lives snuffed out without a trace. It was as if something crawled straight from the abyss, wearing the illusion of men.

These weren’t just assassins.

They were like barbingers of death. Silent Night exhaled. She wasn’t making it out of this alive. That much was certain.

She could already feel it—a third presence. Something far worse powerful than these two. Something lurking just beyond her perception, watching.

Waiting.

But if she was going to die—but dragons never go down without a fight. She’d make damn sure she didn’t go alone. One of the Phantom Guards chuckled, the sound slithering through the darkness like a blade drawn slow from its sheath.

"Quite smart, aren’t you, Silent Night?" his voice a low, rasping amusement that slithered through the tense air. He tilted his head, cracking his neck, the slow motion sending sickening pops echoing through the ruined alley. Silent Night exhaled sharply, lowering her stance, feeling the pulse of power surge through her veins.

She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips.

"What a surprise. I was under the impression I was just a shadow—unseen, unnoticed. And yet, to think I’ve earned the attention of Dracula’s personal dogs? Ah~ what an honor to be so popular. What a way to die."

Her words dripped with sarcasm, but the Phantom Guards merely chuckled in return. The second assassin let out a rasping chuckle. "It is indeed an honor, girl. Few mortals get to be erased by the this shadow force."

Silent Night exhaled, her muscles coiling like springs. "Then I won’t disappoint. I’ll give you a fight to remember." Her gaze sharpened, lethal and unyielding. "Hell, I might even take one of you bastards with me."

The first assassin tilted his head, his smirk widening. "Big words—"

BOOOOM!

Before he could finish, Silent Night vanished.

Not a blur.

Not a flicker.

One moment she was there. The next—destruction.

The concrete beneath her exploded, the ground collapsing inward, leaving behind a gaping crater as she launched forward at a terrifying speed. The sheer force of her movement tore apart the street, leaving jagged cracks in her wake. The air itself detonated—a sonic boom rippling outward, sending a shockwave of force through the alley.

And then—

BAM!

Her fist collided with the assassin’s guard.

The impact wasn’t just powerful—it was cataclysmic.

A deafening CRACK tore through the city as an invisible force erupted outward. Buildings shook violently, windows shattered into dust, and debris rained down like a storm of metal and stone. The force was so overwhelming that the nearby street rippled like water, the ground buckling inward from the sheer weight of the blow.

The assassin’s entire body folded inward, his arm bending unnaturally, veins bulging under the pressure. The air around him warped, the space itself distorting under the impact.

Then—

He was sent flying.

His body tore through the air like a meteor, the shockwave blasting apart everything in his path.

BAAAANG!

He slammed into a distant building with the force of a collapsing star.

The entire structure groaned, then imploded inward, walls caving like paper beneath the sheer momentum of his impact. A massive crater formed where he hit, spiderweb cracks splintering outward as if reality itself had been struck.

For a moment, silence.

Then—

Drip.

A single drop of blood fell from his lips.

But it never touched the ground.

Instead—it rose.

Then another.

And another.

The blood defied gravity, twisting in the air, swirling together in unnatural patterns.

It wasn’t just blood.

It felt alive.

Silent Night’s eyes narrowed as she watched the crimson tendrils slither across his body, moving like sentient serpents. The assassin straightened, bones popping as he rolled his shoulders. His expression remained eerily composed—no pain, no anger.

Only amusement.

The blood around him pulsed, glowing a deep, molten red, the heat radiating from it so intense that the buildings nearby began to melt, their steel supports bending like softened wax.

Silent Night clenched her fists. This… this was bad.

Her throat felt dry as she whispered—

"Blood Burn Fiend…"

Blood Burn Fiend.

One of Dracula’s most feared assassins. The guy was a goddamn nightmare, and the fact that the Vampire Emperor had sent him? That meant one thing—Silent Night wasn’t supposed to leave this alley alive. Experience more on novelbuddy

The second vampire, the one standing off to the side, smirked. He hadn’t moved an inch, not even when Silent Night went for Blood Burn Fiend. Nah, he was just watching, like he knew how this was gonna end.