Countless tentacles shot from the newly formed Bloodbog, lunging to drag the Blood Bishop into its depths.

But the Blood Bishop wouldn’t go down without a fight. His staff suddenly blazed with holy light, scattering the grasping tendrils.

“…”

*This corrupted human can still wield holy magic?* Silver Crimson Snow felt a hint of trouble.

“Xiao Xue, watch for his binding skill,” Qin Yu called from the sidelines—though she rarely listened.

Silver Crimson Snow tsked. With a flick of her left hand, Blood Shadow Bats swarmed the bishop.

Holy light erupted from the staff’s tip, incinerating the bats instantly. Done with spells, Silver Crimson Snow closed in. Bloodrose slashed toward him.

*Clang!*

The staff telescoped into a monk’s cudgel, blocking her strike.

But Bloodrose was no ordinary blade. It coiled around the staff, slithering toward the bishop’s grip.

“Holy Light Infusion!”

*Hum!*

Searing radiance exploded from the staff, burning away the thorny vines and forcing Silver Crimson Snow to leap back.

Troublesome. Very troublesome. This tier-6 Blood Bishop was far from ordinary.

Qin Yu knew Ranawa well. Before corruption, he’d been a rising star in the Papal faction—strong enough to reach tier 7. Stationed in the Bloodsoul Domain, he’d succumbed to its taint. Others in the faction likely engineered his fall, but Qin Yu cared only for the loot.

In his past life, defeating Ranawa had dropped a unique troop blueprint. *This time, it’s mine.*

“Then I’ll have to get serious…”

Expecting an easy win, Silver Crimson Snow now focused. She raised Bloodrose. Her form split—two, four, eight…

“Thousand Blood Shadows Illusion!”

Countless Blood Shadows materialized, swords raised. One shadow, one slash. Crimson trails crisscrossed the air, converging on the bishop.

A holy shield flared around him—but shattered under the relentless assault. Wounds bloomed across his body.

As the shadows faded, Silver Crimson Snow delivered the final strike.

*Crack!*

Staff and body split cleanly in two.

[Blood Bishop Ranawa has fallen.]

[Loot: Ranawa’s Bishop Insignia, Blood Bishop Set ×1, Blueprint: Blood Cathedral.]

Qin Yu swiftly pocketed the items. The insignia unlocked future Church quests. The purple-grade set was useless now. But the blueprint—*this* was the prize.

With it, once he claimed territory in the main world, he could build the Blood Cathedral and raise his own army.

This was Fate Paradise’s core: nation vs. nation warfare. Players forged armies through structures like this, clashing with ancient realms and rival player-states.

In his past life, Blue Star rose as a new Pantheon Realm. Civilizations awakened worldwide: England’s White Witchcraft, Germany’s Christian Divine Arts, France’s Arian rites, Spain’s Catholic miracles, Russia’s Orthodox blessings, Norse frost magic, Celtic nature arts, Egyptian curses, Sumerian winds, Maya starlight…

And Huaxia reclaimed eight millennia of legacy: Ancient Divination, Qin Artifice, Han Fangshi, Tang Cultivation, Song Formations, Yuan Witchcraft, Ming Alchemy…

But that was the future. Now, Qin Yu held the Blood Cathedral blueprint.

“Servant, you seem unusually interested,” Silver Crimson Snow noted. His excitement was clear—though less than when they first met.

“Yes. With this, we won’t depend on others. We’ll build our own faction.”

Last life, too lazy to manage land, he’d joined a guild as a mercenary—just a wage-earner, never seeing the good loot. Only going solo changed that.

“Building a faction sounds… troublesome?”

Silver Crimson Snow rarely pondered such things. She was pure combat—leadership would come only after awakening as Blood Empress. *Which won’t happen now,* Qin Yu thought with quiet satisfaction. He’d “borrowed” her early. The Bloodkin of the Bloodsoul Domain had lost their heir. Either they’d hunt him to reclaim her… or find a new candidate. Either way, he gained.

Last time, too weak to resist, she’d returned to the Bloodkin. Months later, as a tier-9 Blood Empress—voluptuous, powerful—she found him again. Their happiest days… and the seed of tragedy.

This time, he aimed for the second path: the Bloodkin failing to take her back. *To protect what I love, I must grow stronger.*

“No matter how hard, I’ll do it. Xiao Xue… I won’t let you leave me again.”

His voice held a trace of regret, but steel beneath.

“Really? Then why did *you*, Servant, send *me* to fight just now?”

Her mood-ignoring question hit like a dagger. Qin Yu rubbed his hair, laughing awkwardly.

“Well… I still need a little time to grow.”