Chapter 125: Double Kill
Viktor didn't know what those iron chains were—or how they had appeared—but he knew one thing clearly:
This was the perfect chance to eliminate a hybrid who posed a catastrophic threat to the vampire race.
And now, Amelia stood in his way.
She paid him no mind.
Instead, she pressed the attack relentlessly, trading blow for blow and keeping Viktor locked in combat—never letting him get anywhere near Lucian.
At that moment, William walked slowly toward Lucian.
The noble vampire robes draped over his body, combined with the Undead · Bat Subtype he had just transferred into himself, gave him an eerie, almost seductive aura—beautiful and monstrous at the same time.
Lucian stared at him, eyes burning.
"What are you doing?"
He couldn't understand it.
Why stop him now—when Viktor was right there?
"This isn't what we agreed on!"
Lucian had reverted to human form, his voice tight with disbelief.
Not far away, Viktor continued fighting Amelia—but his ears were sharp, straining to catch every word.
William smiled faintly.
"Lucian… next life, don't be such a lovesick idiot."
With a flick of his finger, a thick iron chain on the ground shot upward, wrapping tightly around Lucian's other arm.
Pulled by two chains at once, Lucian was yanked forward—
and forced down to his knees.
Only then did he realize something was terribly wrong.
He tried to transform.
Too late.
A flash of silver.
William swung his longsword in a clean, merciless arc—
and Lucian's head flew from his shoulders.
The first werewolf capable of freely transforming.
The leader of the Lycans.
Lucian died beneath William's blade.
[Ding! Plot character Lucian has been killed. Reward granted: 50,000 Energy Points.]
William didn't even pause.
He turned immediately toward the ongoing clash between Viktor and Amelia.
Without hesitation, he hurled his longsword straight at Viktor.
Viktor saw it coming.
He twisted aside, narrowly dodging the spinning blade—
but the moment he moved, Amelia's sword was already slashing toward him.
Forced to block, Viktor raised his weapon just in time.
And then—
The sword William had thrown came screaming back.
Under Metal Manipulation, it reversed direction midair, accelerating horizontally toward Viktor's neck.
A veteran warrior, Viktor sensed the danger instantly.
But Amelia pressed him from the front, leaving him no room to disengage.
He had no choice.
He dropped low, ducking beneath the returning blade—
And in that exact instant—
William moved.
In less than half a second, he switched the virus within his body—
replacing it with the Hybrid Variant.
He completed the transformation—
half werewolf, half wraith.
With the enhancement from his Healing Factor reinforcing his body, the strike came faster than Viktor could even register.
By the time Viktor realized what was happening, the blow was already about to land.
There was no room to dodge.
Slap—!
A thunderous impact echoed through the hall as William's claw tore away half of Viktor's face.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Viktor didn't die immediately—after all, he was a vampire.
He stood there, blue-white ghostly eyes locked onto William, filled with disbelief.
He never imagined that the kept man at Amelia's side—
would be a hybrid.
Clang!
In that brief moment of shock, the longsword Viktor had just dodged returned.
No one knew when it had repositioned itself.
It flew back at an angle, slicing straight toward him.
Viktor had no way to evade it.
A heartbeat later—
The sword returned neatly to William's hand.
At the same time, William exited his hybrid state, reverting to human form.
Viktor was still standing.
Still staring.
Amelia lowered her weapon and watched in silence.
William flicked his wrist, shaking the blood from the blade. Crimson droplets splattered across the stone floor.
"Why—"
The word never finished.
Viktor's upper body slid free, his torso cleanly severed in two.
[Ding! Plot character Viktor has been killed. Reward granted: 50,000 Energy Points.]
With Viktor dead, William's total Energy Points exceeded 240,000—
enough to "restock" for nearly two full days.
"Amelia. Handle his corpse. Guard it carefully."
"Yes, my lord."
The sheer combat power William had displayed only deepened Amelia's submission.
This order wasn't arbitrary.
William was guarding against Alexander—
that old fox who had been cleaning up after both vampires and werewolves from the shadows.
As long as Markus and the original werewolf William remained alive, Alexander would continue propping up the balance.
Viktor's corpse, however, contained half of the key to imprisoning the progenitor werewolf.
That alone made it worth protecting.
Still—
William was more concerned about Selene.
According to the mental imprint he'd placed on her, she was still alive.
So after giving Amelia her orders, William moved immediately—heading straight toward Selene's position.
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Elsewhere in the castle—
Selene had only just been dragged away when the werewolf assault began.
The moment the attack erupted, she used Metal Manipulation to pull the shackles' key from a companion's body—
unlocking herself.
In truth, those restraints had never truly been able to hold her.
She'd allowed herself to be bound out of loyalty to the vampire race.
But now, with Lycans invading, that loyalty demanded action.
The moment she freed herself, she saw a Death Dealer nearby—
already torn apart, barely recognizable.
Selene reached out, drawing the fallen man's weapons to her hands.
The instant her fingers closed around the grip, she opened fire.
Gunfire roared.
"How did you do that?!" Kane stared, having witnessed everything.
"Now's not the time!" Selene snapped.
"Go organize the remaining Death Dealers—counterattack!"
Kane nodded without hesitation and sprinted off.
Selene glanced back toward the council chamber—
then turned away.
Two elders were inside.
And more importantly, she no longer knew how to face Viktor.
The man who slaughtered her family.
Who lied to her for six hundred years.
Who had just sentenced her to death.
She was afraid that if she saw him now—
she'd raise her gun and pull the trigger.
So she chose to avoid it.
To vent her fury on the Lycans instead.
Weapons lifted from fallen Death Dealers rose into the air around her—
floating, circling—
as Selene stepped forward into the carnage.