Chapter 2287 by Marina Vittori

After Dusk Titan wrapped up his introduction, the handsome and pale mixed-race man stepped forward.

He said proudly, “I’m Bill Wolfe from Esmington, representing the Coven of Blood Eclipse. They call me the Shadow Prince.”

“The Shadow Prince of the Coven of Blood Eclipse?” Hank was taken aback.

The Coven of Blood Eclipse held unparalleled influence in Esmington. It was second only to the Hall of Gods among Streuquan nations.

The coven included three main races- vampires, werewolves, and mystic artists, along with a few uniquely gifted beasts.

Among these, vampires held the dominant position. They nearly ruled the entire Esmington. Previously, the Hall of Gods had enlisted the Blood Devil Willem, an earl of the vampire race.

Bill was the son of the Shadow Master, the leader of the Coven of Blood Eclipse. The Shadow Master was the king of vampires. His influence was on par with the God King of the Hall of Gods.

As the son of the Shadow Master, Bill inherited his father’s noble lineage. Despite his young age, he possessed the strength of a vampire viscount. Countless powerful opponents had fallen at his hands.

His most notable feat was the overnight defeat of three grandmasters, which significantly weakened Dragonmarsh’s influence abroad.

Hank never expected Bailey to convince the Shadow Master to send Bill to participate in the tournament. After all, Dragonmarsh wasn’t known for its hospitality. So, Hank was surprised to learn that Bill would risk his life.

“Bill’s father is my friend,” Bailey explained upon seeing Hank’s confusion. “When he heard about the Hall of Gods’ plans, he sent Bill to gain some experience and show off the power of the Coven of Blood Eclipse.”

Bill stepped up to make a name for himself in Dragonmarsh. If he excelled in the tournament and crushed the pride of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists, he could easily assert himself as the rightful heir to the Shadow Master’s throne.

“Oh, I see.” Hank smiled and began to flatter Bill, “With you on our side, we’ll definitely make those Dragonmarsh martial artists run for their lives!”

“You bet!” Bill smirked proudly.

He continued, “I can’t even count how many so-called grandmasters from Dragonmarsh I’ve killed. They’re just as weak as paper. I could tear them apart with just a little effort.

“This time, I want every Dragonmarsh martial artist to witness the power of my vampire clan. I want them to live in fear forever.”

He reached out with his fingers in a claw-like grip as he spoke. His nails extended to three inches and became sharp and deadly. A faint black mist swirled around it, giving off an unsettling air.

“Bill, it’s fine to stir things up, but don’t underestimate them. Be careful not to slip up,” Bailey warned.

“Relax, Mr. Bailey. Noble bloodline vampires like us can’t be defeated by those pathetic humans from Dragonmarsh,” Bill replied dismissively.

Bailey simply smiled and said nothing. He understood the nature of vampires, especially Bill, who carried the Shadow Master’s bloodline.

Bill had an amazing recovery ability. As long as he had a fresh supply of blood, he could recover instantly, even from life-threatening injuries. He was practically immortal unless he was completely obliterated or turned to ash.

Bailey knew the martial artists from Dragonmarsh would have a tough time dealing with such a beast.

“Father, it’s your turn.” Bailey turned his gaze to the third person, a lean man with glasses and a clerical robe.

“Praise the Lord. I’m Jeremiah Price, a Cardinal of the Holy Sovereign Church, “the lean man said with a smile.

“A Cardinal?” Hank raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

He knew that being a Cardinal meant holding a significant position. But he couldn’t understand why a clergyman would participate in the Combat Tournament. Jeremiah looked frail, and Hank wondered if he was up to the task.

“Hank, Father Price isn’t just a Cardinal. He’s also called ‘The Dust of Angel,'” Bailey explained.

“What? The Dust of Angel?” Hank was startled. His body broke out in goosebumps at the mention of the name.

Members of the Hall of Gods might be unaware, but he fully grasped the true meaning of “The Dust of Angel”.

Jeremiah was the Holy Sovereign Church’s trump card in the “Betrayer” organization after being the only survivor of a hellish experiment. He was feared as the ultimate beast among beasts.

He possessed the strength of werewolves, the regenerative powers of vampires, and impressive exorcism skills. After being blessed by the Holy Sovereign Church’s holy arts, he became an unstoppable killing machine.

Anyone who opposed the Holy Sovereign Church, no matter their status or power, faced a gruesome fate at Jeremiah’s hands. The most frightening part was that he was a complete psychopath who took twisted pleasure in sadistic, brutal killings.

The Holy Sovereign Church called him ” The Dust of Angel”, but those who opposed them knew him by another name-the “Song of Hell”.