"Holy Hour of the Lamp!" Archbishop Gregory's wrinkled eyes suddenly opened, and the holy lamp on the top of his staff suddenly glowed.

The beam of light converged to the size of a thumb and shot towards Accardo's heart.

"Light of Punishment!"

Acado showed a contemptuous smile on his lips, opened his arms, and welcomed the Holy Light. His heart directly pierced a wound the size of a fist, but as the same wound appeared on a corpse puppet next to him, the wound on his heart healed quickly.

.

But just when Accardo was most proud, his smile suddenly froze!

"As an evil spirit, your body is a spiritual body. As a vampire, you have the power to control blood, so your essence is a source of blood that entrusts spiritual bodies and disperses them in the corpse you control, right?

?" A voice suddenly sounded in Accardo's ears.

"Hmm! It has a certain flavor of "Blood Nerve"! Sure enough, the paths lead to the same destination through different paths..."

Wearing a hood, Qian Chen walked silently into the crowd. Following his footsteps, all the corpses stopped all movements at the same moment.

"With the source blood, you can control them, but again, if the source blood is dispersed among so many corpses, it will take a very small part of the power to leverage the power of the corpses themselves to drive them to move.

, so you can control corpse puppets beyond your own limits."

"But, what if those corpses wake up?"

"The source blood you left in their bodies, your true body, doesn't exist in the bodies of dozens of ghouls with extremely malicious intentions?"

Following Qian Chen's words, the corpse puppets suddenly inserted their hands into their chests and pinched their hearts.

Accardo's face looked as ugly as death.
Chapter completed!