I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 53: Danger Lurking

Arc 2, Chapter 53 — Danger Lurking

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Pray?

Hah.

To the weak, they need something as meaningless as hope.

With the shards and the existence of unholy beings, there’s no doubt there’s a heaven and a hell.

But that didn’t mean they’d be down to rolling around kissing some divine guy’s ass, just so he can spare a few moments to save them.

It might work for the majority of the world, but not for them.

Underneath the heavy rain, a youthful man held an umbrella for an old man with white long beard.

It was a long stroll, but they got out of the rain soon enough.

Now indoors, the duo still kept their pace, taking unhurried steps forward.

The air was thick with incense, and the frail light and rainy shadows filtering through stained glass windows painted the marble floors in dull watery hues.

Security here, security there.

The Vatican was far more heavily guarded than any other place in the world.

Many didn’t know it, but they were the true Founders of power in this world.

—And today, Old Zen was summoned to the Vatican for the top echelons... the true decision makers within the ORGANIZATION.

As he neared the meeting chamber, Old Zen spotted a few familiar faces approaching him from the other end of the vast hallway.

One of them was a tall man with a sharp nose and an even sharper tongue.

"Order Chief Zen," The shard-nosed man drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "Well now, isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Oops... look at my manners. This Anglican knight graces you with his presence."

"Still angry about old matters, I see?" Old Zen met his gaze coolly. "I don’t have time to play with you. I’m here to discuss official business, after all.."

Milton still stood beside Old Zen smiling, but one could sense the murderous aura leaking from his body.

Likewise, the mutt opposite the bastard, also stared at Milton aggressively. The mutt with raven dark hair and a pair of blue eyes, was also a shadow.

Its owner was Lockheed Churchill.

This man was supposed to be Order Chief of the Scarlet Order ages ago.

However, during a battle to decide the victor, he lost.

He was then given 2 options:

—Stay back and assist Old Zen in the Scarlet Order,

—Or transfer to the Vatican, working on matters solely involving the organization as a whole.

Milton didn’t even bother to know the bastard name.

Ignoring Churchill’s barbed comments, Old Zen continued down the corridor.

How petty. He, Old Zen, would not be baited by petty provocations.

Huh.

Churchill stared at old Zen’s fleeting silhouette, a dangerous thought brooding in mind.

’It won’t be long, old friend... It won’t be long for your music to face my MINE.’

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There it was.

Old Zen stepped into the meeting chamber and his aura curbed to that of a meek old man with no sharp edges.

Though a majority of his pride still existed, he became extremely humble.

If many saw the great and mighty Sage Zen in this state, they would definitely feel this world was far scarier than imagined.

Who can make the old man so humble?

If Old Zen could become like this, then imagine how powerful these elders truly were?

As for Milton, he was waiting outside.

Within the meeting chamber, opulence reigned supreme.

Gold adorned every surface.

On the walls and ceilings, were intricate mural paintings and carvings that depicted scenes from biblical lore.

—The Hillgarons.

Old Zen stood humbly when staring at these elite factions of elders and leaders that stood at the forefront of all major decisions.

These elders were stationed far high above, in a circular pattern all around the space.

Opposite him on the elevated platform, sat the Pope himself in robes, his presence commanding yet tinged with an air of arrogance.

His aura was so strong that even Old Zen felt a strange pull forcing him to his knees.

He had no doubt that if the Holy One wished for him to kneel, it would happen in a blink of an eye.

"Sage Zen," The Pope intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Welcome to the Vatican."

"Your Holiness," Old Zen Inclined his head respectfully.

"Sit." The Pope gestured and a stool flew over from a distant corner.

Then he continued:

"Sage Zen, we have much to discuss regarding this unholy threat that plagues our world."

Old Zen took his seat, maintaining his composure despite the weight of scrutiny from those gathered around.

Cardinals and bishops watched him intently with blank expressions.

"The vampire threat is growing," one of them stated. "And as we indicated, you will have to keep a close eye on the order of the Blue Nuns."

Old Zen remained silent.

What do they mean?

Simple. If any more attacks occur again in such a catastrophic manner, they will hold Old Zen responsible.

This, he was already told of earlier. So why was he called in again for this same matter?

Alas...

Old Zen inwardly sighed. ’It seems more danger is coming that old hag’s way.’

Agatha Constintle , order Chief of the Blue Nuns.

Their positions are already compromised.

But until things settle down, the Scarlet Cross must NOW ensure their safety.

Initially, Old Zen was told the Scarlet Cross would only be 2nd responders if vampires launched an attack again.

But now, it seems the Hillgarons have decided otherwise.

That’s that.

Putting the matter of the Blue Nuns behind them, they spoke on more pressing matters.

"Sage Zen..." The aura in the room changed once more. "The Emperor has awakened."

What?

Old Zen’s stoic expression showed a crack.

How can its awakening be happening this soon?

’This is bad.’

Old Zen felt his entire body tremble.

The Vampires were led by the one they call – The Emperor.

He was the oldest Vampire in existence, the one who was slowly responsible for bringing terror into their world.

"Forgive me for my boldness, your holiness... But is the news confirmed?"

The Pope wasn’t offended, understanding Old Zen’s shock.

"Sage Zen, I’m afraid the news is true."

Old Man Zen soon fell deep in thought.

Their greatest warrior could only put him to sleep for so long after the first crusade.

One can imagine how strong the EMPEROR was.

Though he can’t recover his full strength back after waking, he is still a terrifying monstrosity. freeweɓnovel.cøm

And with his awakening, meant there might have another crusade upon them.

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In a flash, 30 minutes flashed by and Old Zen slowly bowed.

The Pope leaned back in his chair, a hint of cruelty playing on his lips. "See that you do not fail us, sage Zen."

"Yes, Elders."