Chapter 2732: Chapter 911: Huh? Woke Up Too Fast? Why Are Witch Hunters Bringing Vampires to Kill Aberrations!

The current issue is which god is secretly providing support?

With this question in mind, Norman continued silently through the fractured space.

On his body, there were still wounds from when he fell into the Star Realm, cuts from planar rifts, and scars from second-degree burns. Perhaps it was the power of the Star Realm at work, but in any case, Norman’s injuries were healing quickly, though there was an eerie astral glow near the wounds.

He could feel the power of the Star Realm changing him.

And it wasn’t just him; now, the fervent devotees following him in the eradication of the heretics bore similar marks.

After adapting to the corrupt energy of the Star Realm, they were permanently changed. Some people’s pupils began to emit light, others had their hair tinged with unique colors, and certain individuals bore natural runes and tattoos on their skin, which endowed them with various strange powers.

Just as bizarre as the existence of the Star Realm itself.

It’s hard to say whether these changes are good or bad, but one thing is for sure: the people of Cardman City could no longer be simply categorized as humans. They were transforming into another kind of being... as the old religion would say, "demi-humans," much like the demi-humans on some remote islands in Misty Sea.

"They’re hiding in front!"

A young boy, whose hands had grown black claws, shouted, causing Norman and the rest of the devotees to draw their weapons immediately. Before they could step into the fragmented space occupied by the heretics, they heard the sound of wings flapping behind them.

Turning his head, Norman saw hundreds of vampires landing fully armed in the dark alleys behind them.

The appearance of these guys agitated the astral zealots of Avalon, who cursed and aimed their weapons at the vampires behind them.

Such open confrontation was unimaginable in the past in Cardman City, but nine months of hardship and drifting had already ignited the conflict between humans and vampires. Their relationship at this moment was far from good.

In recent times, they had maintained a rather fragile peace, while conflicts between humans and vampires occasionally broke out.

"Lay down your weapons, we are here on behalf of the Blood Vulture Clan! The elder doesn’t want this city to return to Transylvania with a hold full of rats. The filthy things born in the Star Realm should forever stay in this graveyard of stars."

The leading vampire, holding a rapier, shouted, and Norman stared at him before gesturing to the fervent believers beside him to quiet down.

He spoke hoarsely:

"You... do not represent the Blood Vulture Clan! Nor can you represent Transylvania! But we will not refuse your help, let’s act separately; you go left, we’ll go right. We have only about ten minutes until we return to the material world, time is running out for us.

So mind your claws and don’t make trouble!"

This tough stance upset some vampires, but with more important matters at hand, both sides quickly collaborated to assault the stronghold of the Twilight Servants.

However, no particularly intense battles broke out since the brazen troublemakers daring enough to operate openly in the city over the past few days had already been tied to the stake; those remaining were a group of cowardly doomsday believers.

It says a lot about these vermin’s lack of resolve that they would still bow to Twilight, even with mysterious forces deliberately guiding and hindering them. They’re just a bunch of pathetic insects!

People like these would struggle to make any real accomplishments, even if they joined in on doomsday endeavors.

However, Norman sharply observed that when the vampires unfurled their wings, there were some dark astral spots upon them. Moreover, some of the spiritual energy used by the vampires carried a strong astral aura. Despite these pretentious individuals hiding it well, it was unmistakable; they, too, like this city, had been permanently changed by the Star Realm...

But how to deal with them was a matter for Mr. Murphy and The Grand Duke of Triss to ponder.

Norman swung his sword to kill a Twilight Cultist whose body had already undergone distorted mutations; he harbored a hidden issue that urgently needed resolving...

When he last parted with Porter, he had spoken words of finality, and now they surely thought he was already dead. But how could he explain everything when he appeared before them again?

Sigh, such a headache.

Would Porter think of him as a coward?

Old Norman turned back somewhat helplessly, wanting to consult his daughter, just as he had for so long. But upon turning, he only saw the empty, fragmented space behind him.

The vision of his daughter had disappeared.

Since the moment he fell into the Star Realm, she had not appeared again.

Perhaps the Star Realm interfered with his thoughts, or perhaps the past entanglements within him were resolved in the fire, or perhaps he really had died once, and during that death’s gap, he had reunited with his family.

But he couldn’t stay in Avalon’s Divine Kingdom, he had not yet completed the mission entrusted by the Divine Spirit, he still needed to carry on until the moment this life’s bitter journey ended forever...

Alas, this world is a terrible place!

It doesn’t even allow an old soldier who has lived long enough to quietly self-destruct.

So, go deal with that shameless, meddling idiot Goat Man! Once he returns, he’ll give it what it deserves.

Yes.

Once he awakens from this deathly dream back into the human world...