Chapter 535 386 The Wolf to Be Slaughtered (Part 2)

After the man nodded and stepped back, Jon Skylan took a step forward and swung his fist at Sebastian's face. The huge force caused the glass bottle in his hand to burst, and the liquid in the glass bottle spilled on Sebastian's forehead. Under the influence of gravity, the liquid flowed to Sebastian's eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

The arrogant Sebastian was no longer arrogant. He covered his face burned by sulfuric acid, slapped, scratched, and struggled. The foam produced by sulfuric acid hissed on his face and between his fingers, and the burned skin bled, and the blood flowed down his face and fingers.

Skylan showed no sign of moving, and the person standing next to Sebastian quickly stepped back after seeing that it was sulfuric acid.

Sebastian took heavy steps and staggered forward. His body was shaky and he staggered, and he kept roaring and screaming. But his screams were drowned out by the music that enveloped the entire venue, like a touch of color in a gorgeous painting, wrapped in the music, diluting his screams.

When sulfuric acid flowed into Sebastian's mouth, into his throat, and dripped down his chin onto his body, his screams became more shrill and desperate. However, all this seemed to blend with the music in the venue, as if it was the beginning of a dance of death, and he warmed up for the next event that would be recorded in the annals of history. Under the rhythm of the music, his body danced unconsciously, but this was not a happy dance, but a desperate and painful struggle.

Sebastian's fingers were dissolved by sulfuric acid, turning into a pool of bloody pain. After the gap between the finger bones was exposed, it was his disappeared right cheek. The face and hand gradually merged into one under the ruthless erosion, and the blood and bones mixed and dissolved, turning into a mass of horrible fragmentation. The erosion of sulfuric acid did not stop. Hot pustules appeared on his cheeks, chin and neck. As the sulfuric acid continued to melt, blisters appeared, sizzling and spitting.

Rage burned in Sebastian's remaining eye, and the flames were full of despair and pain, while the other eye disappeared forever. The place burned by sulfuric acid was dark, as if it was an eternal wound that would never heal. His body was still struggling in intense pain, and his screams were still drowned by the noise mixed with music. His pain and despair seemed to be drowned in this dance of death.

"You killed my wife! Death is not enough for you!"

After admiring it for a moment, Skylan suddenly took a half step back. He took out the crossbow from the belt under his robe, roared, and pressed the mechanism on the crossbow at Sebastian. A feathered arrow shaft appeared on Sebastian's chest, and the huge force of the shot made Sebastian fall directly to the ground.

The arrow shaft penetrated Sebastian's chest deeply, blood gushed out, and his roar suddenly stopped, replaced by a dead silence. Although the sound stopped, he did not give up struggling. His body twitched and twisted on the floor. He grabbed the arrow with his hand corroded by sulfuric acid and tried to pull it out with force.

"Kill him. I have to say that he looks... ugly."

Hermann, who had stood between Skylan and Sebastian before and then stepped back, pulled out a knife from his back and threw it to Sebastian. After Sebastian touched the handle, he said.

"Indeed." Sebastian said as he came to Sebastian who was lying on the ground. He raised the knife and stabbed it into Sebastian's heart under the silent gaze of the people around him. Then he held the handle with both hands and rotated it forcefully. After Sebastian's wound became wider, he pulled the knife out again.

"No, no, no! Witch Hunter, you are too immature. It is wrong for you to do this. Remember, the heart is a human weakness, not a vampire weakness. You have to chop off his head." Herman first looked at Sebastian who was lying on the ground, then raised his head and shook his head at Skylan.

Skylan hesitated for a moment. He didn't understand why the guy in front of him did this. Aren't they together?

While he was thinking, Sebastian suddenly stood up from the ground. The skin around his cheeks and jaw had melted, but he could still see his angry expression, revealing sharp fangs, and waving his claws blindly towards Skylan's direction.

Skylan dodged a step to the side, then took a step back, and then the blade drew a deadly arc in the air. The scimitar first cut off Sebastian's hand, then cut off the back of Sebastian's neck, and cut off Sebastian's spine.

Sebastian's severed head fell to the floor, then began to jump and spin on the floor like a spinning top out of control. Although the head had left the body, the movement still maintained a strange vitality. The blood on the floor was unusually sparse, and the blood in the artery did not gush out, but flowed slowly, almost to the point of being very little. Finally, someone stepped on his head with his foot to stop the head from spinning again.

Although this scene happened close at hand, the musicians did not notice it at all. They were still concentrating on playing, completely unaware that the shadow of death had descended on them.

Skylan threw down the knife and looked at the body that ruined his life. In his opinion, the final revenge was not as sweet as he thought. Killing and revenge did not bring him enough satisfaction. He looked at the face corroded by sulfuric acid. The sulfuric acid was still fermenting, and the hissing sound continued to come out. The acid burned the fat under the skin. He knew that after a while, the sulfuric acid would corrode all soft tissues and dissolve the brain, leaving only a clean skull.

"Do you... have any personal grudges? I can feel that you hate him very much." Herman, who had thrown the knife to Sebastian before, took a step forward and then asked.

"Yes."

"Looks like it's over? Have you completed your revenge?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, very good, I have to say, you did a good job, but he is my man." Herman pointed at Sebastian while saying this, he looked at Skylan who was looking at him and continued, "My man did some wrong things and has some grievances with you, I can fully respect this, after all, this is revenge. But you left a trouble, the trouble I'm talking about is not him, but them. You killed my man in front of me, my people were watching, I can't let you go as if nothing happened, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Okay, very good, but... you didn't ask me for mercy, I respect that too."

"I'm not afraid of death, I didn't think about leaving alive when I came here tonight, he's dead, that's enough for me, the rest doesn't matter anymore, I've done what I wanted to do. From now on, my life has no goals, maybe the sooner I die, the sooner I can reunite with my wife. . "

"So... this is your story? I see, he killed your wife, you came to seek revenge on him, what's your name?"

"Jon Skylar."

"Listen, Jon Skylar. You killed my people in front of me, as I said before, you bring me a problem, a very serious problem."

"Then kill me!"

"That's the crux of the matter, as you show, I don't think killing you can hurt you or solve the problem, because you said it yourself, you want to die, you have completed your revenge here, you have done everything for the people you love, so... killing you doesn't bring me anything, such as justice?"

Skylar was stunned, he was thinking about what Herman said, for a moment he actually thought what Herman said made sense, just as he was thinking, he saw Stephen coming out from behind the door next to him, Stephen found another way in the hall, he could see the crossbow in Stephen's hand through the crack in the door. He shook his head, he hoped Stephen could understand what he meant, he didn't want to see Stephen rush out, this was not what he wanted. He had done everything, and now he only wanted to end himself, not his brother-in-law, so that he would not be able to explain to his wife when he saw her.

Shaking his head, Skylan turned around and looked at the guests participating in the Dance of Death from a high place. He knew that he had to attract attention so that the people around him would not see Stephen hiding at the door.

"Their time is coming, but you...Jon Skylan? What should you do? I have to admit to you that I want to kill you, but as it is now, I can't do it. Killing you can't solve the problem." Herman followed Skylan's gaze to the venue, and his voice, accompanied by music, reached Skylan's ears.

"Then do what you want to do. I have said that I have completed my mission."

As Skylan's voice fell, the music in the venue fell into silence for a moment.

"No, you didn't. Remember, this is just the beginning." Herman smiled after thinking for a moment, and after waiting, his mouth opened, revealing the fangs in his mouth.

In the silence of the music, Vlad's sons laughed loudly, and then the laughter disappeared, their fangs were exposed, and their faces changed, their cheekbones were raised, and when the beast faces appeared, their chins were elongated and the lines of their ears became sharper.

Along with the beastly roars, screams began to sound in the venue.

Herman pounced on Skylan, grabbed Skylan's hair, and then pulled Skylan's head back to expose his neck. In this way, he held Skylan in his arms, and then he bit his fangs into the soft muscles between Skylan's neck, sucking greedily and eating.

In the first few seconds, Skylan struggled desperately, waving his limbs, trying to break free from Herman's restraints. But as the blood in his body was lost, his will to live was constantly disintegrating. The frequency of his limbs waving became slower and slower. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, and his memory was split into countless fragments, a happy childhood, a happy life with his wife, sadness, happiness, anger and confusion, and everything he could think of.

Skylan knew that this was death. He could feel the warm and sticky liquid moistening his mouth, and his blood mixed with Herman's blood. When Herman was satisfied, he roared, then pushed his limp body down the railing and threw it into the crowd of people who were reveling in the venue.

Stephen took this opportunity to open the door and fired at Herman's men. One arrow was hit by him and flew into the venue, and the other pierced his men's neck.

However, the man did not fall down. He first looked around, then reached out and pulled out the crossbow arrow on his neck. The crossbow arrow did not cause him fatal damage, and a small amount of blood oozed out of the torn wound. As he roared, his face changed.

Stephen originally wanted to save Skylan, but when he saw that things were impossible, he turned and fled to the second floor.

"Ah, the first drop of blood has been drawn. Yes. Yes! Reveal yourself. Release the beast inside! The celebration can really begin! Drink! Drink the bar of humanity! Drink!"

"Ah, the first drop of blood, yes, yes! Reveal yourself, release the beast, the celebration can really begin! Drink! Drink! Drink!" Vlad's voice broke the chaos.

From behind the fence above the venue, von Carstein's vampires jumped over the balcony fence and pounced on the guests, and the massacre began.

Skylan, who was lying on the ground and unable to move, witnessed the massacre. He didn't know whether those who jumped from the second floor were still human or not. Their faces had turned into beasts, and their hearts had also turned into beasts. People around him kept dying, and from time to time some escapees stepped on him. Wherever he looked, there was violence and death, full of blood and desolation, a veritable dance of death.

Skylan could see that Vlad was among them, but unlike other beasts, Vlad's face did not change, and he did not join the carnival. However, unlike Vlad, Isabella was tasting blood crazily and throwing herself into the killing. The luxurious dress was soaked with the blood of the guests who came to participate in the dance of death.

The massacre continued, and after a few minutes, the guests were all dead. It was not until the end that Herman appeared in the venue. He walked among the corpses. In Skylan's view, he didn't care who these corpses were or what they were. He glanced at Skylan, and then looked at Isabella who was eating.

"Is this all you want, Countess?" Herman's voice rang out in the venue.

"Of course, there is more." Isabella, who was kneeling on the ground eating, replied. Her face was covered with blood. When she finished speaking, she stopped eating and jumped up to the platform. The sculpture showing her beauty fell to the ground in the chaos just now. She did not float the sculpture, but knelt on the ground, staring at the face she had not seen for a long time.

"Do you think I am beautiful, Herman?"

"Madam, this is not fair." Herman replied after a moment of silence.

"What do you think?"

"In my opinion, there is no doubt that he is a master... Let's go, the count is waiting for you."

Isabella nodded and found a way out of the venue full of corpses, like a butterfly flying in the flowers, and then disappeared from Skylan's sight.

After a long time, the guests in the venue twisted their bodies, as if life had returned to their bodies, and the eternal rest of their souls was taken away. Vlad's magic called them back again, but unlike before, they were just a group of dominated zombies.

Of course, in addition to Jon Skylan, he also stood up with the zombies. He could taste the blood mixed with his tongue, he could feel the pain of hunger, and he stood up with burning thirst. This was the curse of vampires. At that moment, he understood what Herman had done to him. He knew what kind of person he had become, and finally understood the tragedy.

With the death of his wife, Skylan died once. He died as a farmer seven years ago. Now, he died again. As a witch hunter, he died in the dance of death. But he didn't really die. This is the real tragedy. His last peace was ruthlessly taken away by Herman. Whether in this life or the next life, he will never be reunited with his wife again.

Jon Skylan roared in pain, and his screams split this night that was destined to be recorded in the annals of history into two.

"In the winter of 2010, Essen in Sylvania, he was in Otylia's army, you know what happened then. He died, I tried to invite him, he should have joined me, but it was too late, I killed him, I bit his neck and sucked his blood. Just as you thought, he didn't become a vampire, he died. A lot of things happened at that time, do you need me to tell you?" Skylan, who broke free from his memories, said after a moment of silence, his tone and attitude as if he killed something else instead of Stephen.

Stephen was William III's friend, but Skylan's tone seemed to be indifferent to Stephen's death, only a little indifferent. He felt the anger and sadness in his heart, and there was a flame of anger in his eyes.

It was the first time that Dacus saw William III lose his composure, and he clearly felt the anger and sadness standing next to William III. Then he reached out and pulled William III who was about to pounce on Skylan.

"You monster! Monster! Why did you do this? What did he do wrong?" William III, who was held by Dacus, was still trying to pounce on Skylan. While struggling, he shouted, questioned, and coughed.

"Oh, you are so naive, aren't you? I tried to make him submit to my will, but he refused." Skylan had stood up from the ground and said to William III. After that, he looked at Dacus behind William III. At this time, he had already felt something. He had no chance. He was ready.

"You are such a freak!"

"I am a wolf!"

"What am I then? A lamb?" Dacus said, turning his body with his heels as the origin, and handed the still struggling William III to the Drukis who came up to help.

Skylan said nothing more, he closed his eyes and whistled. The tune he whistled was the one he heard in Sylvania when he was a witch hunter. The tune was called "Beautiful Isabella", a love song, a tragedy.

"Isabella, blooming like a flower, love intertwined, heartbeats resonated, but the hand of fate has quietly approached."

"She was sick, her fair skin slowly withered in the embrace of her lover. Gentle pleading echoed in the air, asking him to save her, even if death was approaching."

"In that long dark night, More's shadow stretched forward. Sad tears flowed between his lips, and he approached the beautiful Isabella."

"Even though he knew that love could not be retained, he still leaned over and kissed her soul. More continued to move forward, and love continued when she was dying."

As he played, Skylan sang it out, just like he did in Essen, just like he did under the city of Altdorf, he was used to playing or singing this ballad while walking in the procession of the dead.

"My friend, remember, anger, hatred, these are emotions, and emotions only bring weakness." After Dacus finished speaking, he patted William III on the shoulder. Seeing William III calm down and turned to look at him, he nodded to William III. Then he took out the leaf hammer hanging on the belt and took a step forward.

"You and him... I often hear him say this, and I always think it makes sense."

"It's different. He is him and I am me! Moreover, I only said half of what I said. Anger and hatred are indeed emotions, but they are also a kind of power! The key is how to use this power. If you let anger and hatred control you, then they will become your weakness and you will be dominated by them. But if you can control them and turn them into motivation, then they will become your sword to help you achieve your goals." Dacus' words are full of power and wisdom. He is not simply denying emotions.

"Elf, I admit that you are right, but it doesn't matter to me anymore. I know what you are going to do next. I am tired of this endless dance of death. Let's end it once and for all. I am ready for my third death."

"Just as you said, it's over, Jon Skylan, everything is over. Can you see the darkness?" Dacus shook the leaf hammer in his hand and uttered a cold greeting. His voice seemed to be a call to the dead from the depths of Morr's underworld.

"No, nothing, I can't feel anything." Skylan shook his head and said, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"May you find peace and reunite with your wife, Jon Skylan."

"I don't care about her anymore!"

The roar echoed in the cell, and Dacus swung the leaf hammer and hit Skylan's forehead. Under the violent blow, Skylan's head tilted back. He did not hold back, and he had mastered Walter's legendary leaf hammer very skillfully, and then another heavy blow hit Skylan's head. When Skylan fell, he was still swinging the leaf hammer, and the hammer was like a meat hammer. Under his swing, Skylan's head became bloody.

Skylan did not resist from beginning to end. Whether he was standing or lying, he always had a smile on his face. Even if he was already bloody, he still smiled.

Daxus noticed Skylan's smile. Maybe it was because Skylan was reunited with his wife. He swung the leaf hammer in his hand again and completed the final blow.

"Lizbeth." Skylan whispered his wife's name, and then he took his last breath.

The legendary vampire Jon Skylan von Carstein died. He ushered in his third and final death. (End of this chapter)