Chapter 3066: Blood‑Stained Addiction 42

Fei'erwen's strength was second only to Saiyin's; at this moment he exerted his full power, temporarily blocking part of the Pope's pressure and the siege by other Holy Court experts, buying Saiyin an extremely brief respite.

Saiyin finally seized that heart.

Meanwhile, the magic array the Holy Court had created from the heart to target Motisi also sensed the sudden disappearance of Saiyin's bloodline.

This meant……

The array vanished, and a terrifying pressure descended upon the Holy Court.

The Pope, about to deliver the final blow, froze in his motion and with difficulty turned his head toward the hall entrance.

A figure stepped slowly out of the blood mist.

Silver hair fluttered faintly in the force field, his robe solemn and splendid, his face covered by the mask symbolizing supreme authority—the Blood Soul Device Mask; merely a glance froze the soul, leaving no spark of resistance.

"Mo…ti…si…!" the Pope's throat emitted a dry, hoarse whisper.

The deepest nightmare finally descended, after the heart was seized, in an utterly irresistible manner.

Jin Chen was indeed unable to set foot in the Holy Court himself, bound by the array formed from the heart, but he had intended to discuss matters after the banquet; he never expected to first receive news of Saiyin's lone intrusion into the Holy Court.

His little spirit, for the sake of his heart, nearly shattered itself.

Indescribable terrifying magical power erupted with a boom, sweeping irresistibly across the entire hall.

Where it passed, holy light was annihilated and barriers shattered.

The surviving Holy Court experts, including several powerful cardinals and mages, didn't even have time to utter a wail before their bodies and souls disintegrated.

"No!!!" the Pope bellowed in despair and unwillingness, his whole body engulfed by the magical surge.

Those who had participated in the past plot—the Pope and the upper echelons at the pinnacle of Holy Court power—were completely wiped out under Jin Chen's returning wrath.

After only a few breaths, the raging magical power gradually subsided.

The heart finally returned to its place.

Saiyin's vision had blurred to near blindness; he could only sense that familiar presence approaching, "Blood Father…"

Jin Chen lifted the blood-soaked Saiyin into a horizontal hold, carefully cradling him in his arms as magical power flowed into Saiyin's body, temporarily stabilizing his collapsing body and his soul on the verge of dissipation.

He was both annoyed that Saiyin had entered the Holy Court without permission and yet unable to utter a harsh word, his heart filled only with pity and anguish.

Jin Chen held Saiyin aloft, his voice imbued with supreme authority echoing over the ruined Holy Court, reaching every corner of the Holy City.

"From now on, if anyone still dreams of preserving the so‑called peace of the continent, let the Holy Court vanish from existence."

This was the first proclamation issued to all the continent's races after the Blood Clan's forefather had returned.

As for humanity and the royal family, how they would build a new order and force in the future was obviously not something Jin Chen needed to consider.

Jin Chen embraced the semi‑comatose Saiyin, leading the retinue of Blood Clan counts beneath the blood‑moon's glow and the lingering blood mist, heading toward the Eternal Night Land.

Once supreme, the Holy Court that had bathed the continent in light was reduced to ruins in a single day, its top‑tier strength utterly lost.

—

After that day, the remnants of the Holy Court could barely look after themselves, plunging into unprecedented panic.

Jin Chen's earlier plans for gradually undermining the Holy Court suddenly had no arena to play in, leaving him with plenty of free time.

He spent almost all of that time tending to his wounded little spirit, a sight too painful to behold.

The harm inflicted by holy power on the blood clan is extremely hard to dispel; even though Saiyin had taken the Pope's full‑force blow head‑on, if not for his own formidable strength and Jin Chen's timely arrival, sustaining his life with pure magical power, he would have long since lost body and soul.

Even so, the severe damage to his body and soul could not be easily healed by ordinary means.

Jin Chen employed his origin essence blood, blended with various rare magical elixirs, and each day carefully nourished Saiyin's damaged body.

He knew that when Saiyin was extremely weak or lacked a sense of safety, he preferred to stay in a coffin; so he had made a more comfortable one large enough for two, and Saiyin indeed liked it—whenever Jin Chen laid him in that specially crafted coffin, he would unconsciously curl up, quietly clutching a strand of Jin Chen's hair before slipping into restorative sleep.

Often, Jin Chen simply lay down beside him, encircling his icy body in his embrace, continuously sending gentle magical power while feeling his faint but gradually stabilizing soul fluctuations.

Saiyin's soul was gravely wounded; for a considerable period his consciousness regressed to an extremely naive, fragile state, becoming somewhat dazed, his reactions to most external stimuli sluggish, his gaze perpetually wandering blankly—but once Jin Chen entered his field of view, the loss of his former bright‑red eyes would cause him to stubbornly follow Jin Chen's movements, his gaze moving wherever Jin Chen went, unblinking.

He even forgot how to take food on his own; when Jin Chen brought the cup of specially prepared blood‑tonic to his lips, he would only stare blankly at Jin Chen, not knowing how to swallow, needing Jin Chen to personally hold the liquid in his mouth and pour it in before he would instinctively gulp it down.

Compared with the former Count Sitelande, he now resembled a beautiful vampire doll that merely awaited its master's orders—aside from unconditionally following and relying on the Blood Father, his eyes seemed to reflect nothing else.

Jin Chen summoned the eldest healer of the blood clan; after a careful examination, the old man said, "Your Majesty, do not worry—Count Sitelande's soul origin has been scorched by holy power, not permanently damaged; with proper care for a time, once his soul is replenished he will recover."

Hearing this, Jin Chen finally felt somewhat relieved; he knew full well how proud Saiyin was when lucid, and if he had ever gone through such a dark episode, he would likely be ashamed enough to hide again.

Thus, Jin Chen concealed Saiyin's true condition.

—

Worship Day.

The seven counts must gather at the forefather's territory to pay homage to His Majesty, report affairs, and hear the edicts.

That day, six counts arrived as scheduled at the main hall of the forefather's territory, but Saiyin was nowhere to be seen.

After Saiyin's injury, they only knew it was extremely severe, being personally tended to by His Majesty, but they knew little of the details.

Although Nuoya assisted with the Holy Court's follow‑up affairs, frequently entering and leaving the territory, he was restricted to the council side hall, never permitted to enter the inner hall for a visit, and thus of course remained unaware.

Jin Chen had already stepped out first from the side door of the inner hall.