A small, high-speed transport vessel, its hull scraped to a snowy white, descended rapidly from overhead. A large amount of coolant jetted out from a dozen nozzles on its external armor, quickly dissipating the heat generated by the vessel's high-speed friction with the air. The transport's hatch flew open, and dozens of men and women in white uniforms leaped out, carrying various emergency medical supplies.

After a flurry of tense activity, the heavily wounded Maiya and the others were carried toward the transport. Lin Han of the Gong School, beaten so badly he had bumps all over his head, surprisingly remained conscious. He glared furiously at Gu Xiechen, managing to raise a middle finger toward him, "Evil Dragon! I’m not convinced! Just you wait, I’ll be back for you!"

With his arms crossed over his chest, Gu Xiechen smiled easily at Lin Han, "I'll be waiting! Next time, I promise I'll beat you into submission!"

Lin Han’s facial muscles twitched violently. He pulled the most ferocious face he could muster at Gu Xiechen, then spat out a few mouthfuls of blood before slumping heavily into an emergency medical pod. Gu Xiechen looked dissatisfiedly at the white transport vessel before him. He gestured toward a man dressed as a doctor and asked, "Hey, what kind of organization is this? I'm the victor, am I supposed to go back on a medical vessel? That's terrible luck! Hey, hey, did you arrange any transport for me?"

The doctor swiftly administered a heart stimulant to Hulu Lu and connected him to a drip of highly concentrated nutrient fluid. He turned back and nodded faintly at Gu Xiechen, "Your escort helicopter is on its way. We were waiting in the high altitude as a precaution; they should arrive in about five minutes."

The white transport vessel blasted out a stream of blue plasma flame and rapidly ascended with a muffled roar, soon vanishing into the thick clouds.

Gu Xiechen spread his hands and shook them at Xin Jia, "Fine, we'll take the helicopter back. Yes, a medical vessel, absolutely terrible luck!"

Xin Jia shook his head, not quite grasping what a "medical vessel" was. Zhao Yi was muttering to himself nearby, and one could vaguely hear him talking about the peerless elixirs of Doushuai Palace, claiming that mere injuries involving bodily harm could be instantly cured with a single Fire-Reversal Pill... Gu Xiechen looked up at the thick cloud layer above and grinned mischievously, wondering just how chaotic the command center on Easter Island must be right now. He represented the victory of the Harde Corporation, which had not only secured an eight percent guaranteed market share but also absorbed nearly fifteen percent of the Gu Clan Group's shares previously held by the five major defense corporations. This was a clean, decisive blow; only the Kunlun Company had pre-arranged the share transfer with Gu Xiechen; the hearts of the other four companies must be bleeding profusely.

"Gu Juechen, my good elder brother, now that you've heard this news, what are your plans?"

The smile hadn't quite faded from his lips when a heavy, twin-rotor helicopter came roaring toward them from the distance in the sky. The helicopter moved incredibly fast, arriving above Triangle Hell Island in the blink of an eye. Its massive rotors tilted slightly, and the aircraft descended slowly with a deep, resonant whine. A burly man in a corporate uniform leaned out of the cabin, gesturing repeatedly at Gu Xiechen with an unfriendly expression, without offering a single greeting.

Knowing that the corporation's personnel likely hated him at this moment, Gu Xiechen didn't expect any kindness from them. He retracted Xin Jia and the others back into his Sea of Consciousness and lowered his head, running toward the helicopter.

Less than thirty meters from the helicopter, a large submarine, entirely silver and etched with a massive golden cross pattern made of fine golden lines on its hull, suddenly surfaced from the sea two kilometers north of Triangle Hell Island. The deck at the submarine's bow quickly slid open, revealing dark, silent missile silos beneath. Two ultra-high-speed missiles shot out from the launch tubes, accompanied by dull air-burst sounds. In almost an instant, ripping through the air with a piercing shriek, they struck the helicopter in front of Gu Xiechen.

Gu Xiechen instinctively recoiled backward dozens of meters. His feet tapped rapidly on the ground, and his body darted hundreds of meters away as smoothly as flowing water.

Amidst a tremendous explosion, silver flames erupted, and the helicopter disintegrated into countless fragments. The silver flames, sticky like glue, burned fiercely on the wreckage. This highly adhesive, extremely high-temperature silver fire quickly reduced the debris to wisps of smoke that drifted away. An area of ground about four hundred square meters was covered by the silver blaze. With a sizzling sound, the very soil melted, and a pit several meters deep collapsed where the helicopter had been.

Staring at that massive pool of silver fire in front of him, Gu Xiechen was speechless for a long moment.

A bright hymn floated over the sea, and a clear, resonant voice with piercing clarity carried from afar, "The glory of the Lord covers all on earth, the glory of the Lord is above all things; before the Lord's might, all wickedness shall be utterly destroyed."

The silver submarine swiftly approached Triangle Hell Island, drawing close until it was less than a hundred meters from the shore. The water here was too shallow for its massive body to approach further. Accompanied by a faint mechanical grinding sound, the submarine's hull suddenly split open. Silver metal plates extended section by section with a soft hissing sound, quickly forming a silver bridge, nearly a hundred meters long and about three meters wide, between the submarine and the island's sandy beach.

A contingent of handsome youths, clad in black tailcoats with black cloaks lined with crimson, and wielding silver lances whose tips were ingeniously shaped like crosses, galloped across the silver bridge in high-spirited fashion, instantly landing on Triangle Hell Island. Amidst thunderous hoofbeats, these handsome youths galloped back and forth on the sand for a moment before finally aligning themselves neatly on the beach into a four-rank cavalry charge formation.

"Almighty Lord, lend Your magnificent power to Your faithful servants, and destroy the wicked sinners before us!"

The high, clear voice sounded again. A young man clad in heavy silver plate armor, holding a six-meter-long silver cross-lance, and wearing a cloak that was black on the outside with a crimson lining, slowly rode a magnificent white horse across the silver bridge onto Triangle Hell Island. The muscles on the white horse's body constantly rippled, and it snorted impatiently, its nose puffing. A silver, spiraled horn atop its head was particularly striking.

Silverhorn Unicorn... a Roman bio-beast, the seventh generation of the Holy Unicorn series, the favorite mount of Roman nobility, also beloved by many Earthlings. Its market value is over a hundred times that of native Earth purebred horses! The Silverhorn Unicorn averages two and a half meters in height, weighs over five tons, completes a kilometer dash in under five seconds, and its maximum impact speed approaches the speed of sound!

Relevant data on the massive silver horse flashed through Gu Xiechen's mind. This creature was also a type of Roman bio-beast, possessing immense strength and impact force. The hardness of its horn was comparable to diamond. Past combat tests showed that a fully accelerated Silverhorn Unicorn once pierced the protective steel hull of a third-tier battleship!

The Silver-Armored Knight rode slowly forward to the charging formation of the hundred youths. He elegantly swept his cross-lance in an arc through the air, and a vortex of intertwined red and silver flames, accompanied by a fierce whooshing sound, erupted from his hand, instantly engulfing the entire long spear. The Silver-Armored Knight lifted his helmet's visor, revealing a face so handsome it seemed only fit for a painting.

A pale, almost translucent face, lips devoid of color, eyes emitting a rich, blood-red glow like a pair of rubies, and long, deep black hair flowing behind him—this was a pure Western Vampire. According to some bored experts in the Federation, Western Vampires and Eastern Jiangshi might be close cousins. But whether vampire or Jiangshi, both intensely despised the unique holy power of the Church, and this holy power possessed strong lethal effects on their flesh. Yet, what surged from this Silver-Armored Knight was a peculiar flame produced by the mixture of Vampire blood essence and the Holy Power of the Church—two forces that could not coexist.

Following vampire etiquette, Gu Xiechen also returned the gesture to the Silver-Armored Knight with the utmost elegance. He assumed a posture of supreme dignity, a smile on his face that vampires considered the most noble and graceful, and asked loudly, "Esteemed sirs, why have you attacked those who came to meet me?" The sea breeze howled past Gu Xiechen, his white undergarments snapping audibly in the wind.

The Silver-Armored Knight's lips tightened into a thin line. He stared deeply at Gu Xiechen, then his body shuddered slightly, and an indescribable, strange expression appeared on his sinisterly handsome face.

The high, clear voice sounded again, and the Silver-Armored Knight spoke slowly, "Some fragile insects; killing them is only natural! I have come here to kill you. Heh, I swear by the name of the Almighty, I will nail you to a pure silver cross adorned with roses and burn you with the holiest flames!"

A strange chuckle escaped the Silver-Armored Knight’s mouth, and finally, he burst into manic laughter.

"How delightful! Thinking about how I will slowly burn you alive almost makes me... Gu Xiechen, grant me this small desire. I can hardly wait to witness the beautiful sight of your bones slowly melting in the Holy Flame!"

He raised his cross-lance sharply toward the sky and roared, "Remember my name! I am Bart, a Knight of the Holy Blood, a descendant of Frieret, Commander of the Holy Blood Knights. Guided by the will of God, I have traveled untold distances to bring the Judgement of the Doomsday upon you!" With a sharp swing of the cross-lance forward, the Silverhorn Unicorn beneath Bart suddenly exerted itself and charged wildly.

Behind Bart, a bloody-silver mixed flame simultaneously manifested on the bodies of the hundred handsome youths. Their silver cross-lances were also aimed straight ahead, following Frieret's charge, as they spurred their mounts into a ferocious dash toward Gu Xiechen. Four hundred sets of hooves hammered the ground frantically, creating the fierce momentum of an army of thousands charging together.

A descendant of Frieret, Commander of the Holy Blood Knights? Gu Xiechen’s scalp tingled. He rapidly recalled all the information associated with that monster, Frieret!

Frieret Goodrian, a high-level Vampire of unknown origin, was a taboo name even within the Western Vampire families. He claimed to be a second-generation Blood Clan member of noble lineage. According to Blood Clan texts, Frieret Goodrian launched seven consecutive Dark Wars that swept across the entire Western world. During the last Dark War, he conquered the Death God Temple of the current Pantheon of Gods through brute force, gathering the power of one hundred and twenty Necromancers to unleash the most terrifying 'Plague Sky Curtain'—which caused the Black Death pandemic that ravaged medieval Europe!

The Black Death, which lasted for a hundred years, killed tens of millions of people in Europe. The Vatican Church and the core thirteen clans of the Blood Clan, having reached their limit, joined forces to seal Frieret Goodrian beneath the Vatican's Holy Temple.