“Come on!”


    On top of the ash-covered city dome, Lumina, who had already activated her abilities, arrogantly made a taunting gesture towards the vampire in front of her after dropping her hunting rifle.


    Thetter was almost instantly provoked, baring its fangs and pouncing towards her with movements too fast for her to even perceive.


    At this stage, the individual strength of the little yers is still not enoughpared to the servants of these patriarchs’ guards, even if weakened by the Daylight Potions. These guys, at the ck Iron rank, can overwhelm the yers with their attributes and absolute strength.


    Ah, I am going to die again.


    But this time, being dragged down is less embarrassing than thest time when she disgracefully fell to her death.


    Thinking this, she simply closed her eyes and waved her sword randomly. But the next second, three consecutive gunshots came from midair, causing her to open her eyes again. She then saw a huge pair of bat wings descending from the sky.


    After that, an elegant and graceful sliding assault left afterimages, allowing the crimson stabbing sword to bite into the opponent’s neck like a venomous snake.


    It was simply an elegant yet breathtaking ughter.In less than five seconds, the ferocious but weakened creature fell in front of her. Lady Adele, having retracted her wings, executed it brutally by driving her ws into its chest and digging out its heart.


    Originating from the rare temte given by Murphy during her initial embrace, Lady Adele was far superior to ordinary warriors at the ck Iron rank. Not to mention her half-elf bloodline granted her greater night agility than ordinary vampires.


    The vampire at her feet turned into a twisted statue amidst its dying screams. After this cruel permanent execution, thisdy, holding the pulsating crimson heart, stood up, nced at the stunned Lumina, and shook her head, saying:


    “You still need to practice your sword skills, warrior. If the Shadow Sword Chanters of the Mejeva family saw your unsightly form just now, they wouldugh their teeth out.”


    “Wow, was that just the elven sword art? It’s so cool with the built-in blink!”


    Longing appeared in Lumina’s eyes.


    But Lady Adele had no time to talk more with this “elf fanatic” now. She stepped back, retracted her wings, and leapt down from the fire tform like a Leap of Faith.


    This was her first kill.


    To make a request to her lord Murphy, she needed at least five.


    Hopefully, dawn woulde a littleter, allowing her to fulfill her ownst wish beforepletely bing Murphy’s descendant.


    Inside the Dark House, the vampires were being badly beaten, not only were they struck down from the sky, but they were also surrounded and kicked by the excited little yers who had triggered battle frenzy.


    However, this was only the surface.


    The yers and the Kadman Civilian Self-Defense Force could only stop the lower-ranking vampires. The true higher-ranking vampires, that is, six out of the seven patriarchs’ guards besides Jed who was being kept upied by the littledy, had already fled.


    These guys had unlocked more racial powers at the White Silver rank.


    The boost they received in the night was far stronger than individual ck Iron ranks. In fact, as long as they were determined enough, the little yers’ formation could not harm any of them.


    But the more powerful these guys were, the more they cared about their lives.


    Especially since they had just escaped from the hellish Blood Vulture Halls and be like startled birds. It was impossible for them to go back and fight desperately again.


    They decisively sold out their own subordinates to buy time for their safe escape, since those servants were meant to be used as cannon fodder when being turned in the Blood Vulture Halls anyway.


    Would any vampire elder really be willing to put themselves in danger for the safety of their subordinates?


    Probably not, right?


    However, their escape was not smooth sailing either.


    As soon as a few of themnded outside Kadman City ruins, intending to sneak into the survivor camps for some “snacks” to recover a bit of strength, they were immediately entangled by the eruption of natural spirit magic.


    The spirit illusions of the forests and green woonds enveloped them in an instant, dragging them into the hunting illusion set up in advance by the Witch Hunters.


    “The hunters have been waiting for a long time!”


    Natalie, acting as the temporarymander, drew the two war daggers from her waist with crossed arms.


    Her wrists moved, producing a whistling sound, while the other elite Witch Hunters hid within this natural spirit illusion formed woond, their home turf. Such arge-scale spirit illusion would only be used when hunting high-ranking vampires like these.


    “Kill them!”


    The white-haired vampire who had previously flirted with Jed waved her hideous ws. Three of the higher-ranking vampires beside her immediately charged in different directions.


    She went straight for Natalie.


    This gray-haired Witch Hunter, a mere ck Iron small fry, dared to talk big!


    “Bang”


    A gunshot rang out from the woond illusion behind Natalie, and the scorching deer bullet swept across a wide area in front, forcing the charging female vampire to agilely retreat several steps in surprise as she looked ahead.


    Then, she saw Major Frayzer, dressed in the uniform of a Goldflower Kingdom lieutenant colonel, stride out from the illusion with a cold expression.


    He was still holding a gray-gold double-barreled trench gun that was clearly a dwarven masterwork, a brutal weapon with two gun barrels and an axe-de bay, each barrel wide enough to fit an infant’s fist.


    “Click”


    The major coolly loaded the deer bullet with a slick motion. Under Natalie’s bewildered gaze, he shrugged and said:


    “Battalion Commander Finoch insists bullets can’t deal with vampires. I beg to differ. General Loren taught us to find answers through actualbat, so, sorry. May I borrow your prey for a firepower experiment?”


    “Why are you in the hunting illusion?”


    Natalie asked sternly:


    “You’re a nonbatant!”


    “Ah, you guys activated the illusion too suddenly. I couldn’t get out,” the major said with a headache.


    “Also, I’m not the only one identally pulled in.”


    “Swish”


    Seeing the two in front casually chatting and not paying her any heed, the white-haired female vampire let out a howl and pounced again.


    This time even faster, intending to take out this insolent human before he could shoot.


    But…


    “Bang”


    Another gunshot knocked her back again.


    This time, Natalie looked to her left, where the unlucky-looking Miss Miriam also came out holding her own crimson hand cannon,cking the poise of Major Frayzer.


    The bold Transian girl cursed while holding her gun:


    “You bastards, can’t you give a warning before activating spells? I’m the real nonbatant here!”


    ——


    “Swish”


    A distance away from Kadman City, Maxim, sitting in front of a carriage and eating dried rations, looked up.


    In the darkness before dawn, a figure swiftly descended, struck an odd pose as itnded and retracted its wings, then strode towards him.


    “Maxim? Ah, my ‘monster’ brother, it’s been a long time.”


    The guy made a warm gesture, opening his arms as if greeting an old friend, while Maxim put down his rations, stood up, lowered his face mask, and said in a raspy voice to the visitor:


    “Hello Arthur, it has indeed been a long time. Congrattions on bing the vampire you’ve dreamed of.”


    “I’m just one step ahead of you. My loyalty and potential caught Lord Jed’s eye, and in a dire time, our generous master bestowed upon me the new power of rebirth.


    But don’t rush.


    Haven’t you also found a new master for yourself?


    Although Lord Murphy’s reputation in the n… heh heh, it doesn’t matter. He suits you well.


    A monster and a waste.”


    The tall vampire Arthur seemed familiar with Maxim, freely cracking malicious jokes while wrinkling his brows suggestively.


    He stood a few steps away from Maxim, his crimson eyes sizing up the “brother” who seemed different from before, then nced at the carriage behind him.


    He could sense a weak vampire inside the carriage.


    That must be Lady Tris that Lord Jed wanted.


    “You did indeed bring her as ordered by the lord. Good, Mark! I’m d to see you still uphold your prized loyalty. Lord Jed will be pleased and reward you for this.”


    Vampire Arthur waved his hand, telling Maxim:


    “You can leave now. I’ll take over from here.”


    “Is it Lord Jed’s order?”


    Maxim asked.


    This redundant question annoyed Arthur, who suppressed his impatience and said:


    “Of course. Didn’t I just say you could go? You never used to ask so many questions.”


    Maxim surveyed the surrounding night.


    It was the darkest moment before dawn, and the area around this deste vige was eerily quiet, perfect by a tomb’s standards. His fingers twitched as he said:


    “Did youe alone? Where are the others?”


    “That’s none of your business! Max, obey and go.”


    Arthur was no longer willing to waste time chatting with his old “hard times” buddy. He stepped past Maxim towards Tris’ carriage.


    Behind him, Maxim lightly gripped the “Ambition and Dreams” rapier at his waist and said hoarsely:


    “Arthur, do you remember this ce?”


    “This ce?”


    Vampire Arthur nced around, very impatiently answering:


    “Isn’t this just some abandoned broken vige? There were ces like this everywhere during the Ten Year War. What are you trying to say?”


    “It seems you’ve forgotten. What a pity.”


    The de slowly left its sheath.


    The green-glowing sword scraped against the scabbard’s edge, making a sound like an eerie wail.


    Behind the vampire, Maxim rolled his shoulders and said softly:


    “This is the ce where we were both born, grew up together, wandered together, were taken in by Lord Jed, became Blood Servants together, and fantasized about the future together in dim shacks.


    They called me ‘monster’, they called you ‘strongman’.


    Those distant times feel like a previous life, don’t they Arthur?”


    “Max! Put your weapon away!”


    The vampire had realized something was off.


    He gripped the rapier of the same style at his waist and turned to face Maxim, who had taken the opening stance of the Blood Vulture Sword Arts, saying:


    “Don’t be foolish!”


    Maxim’s response to this final warning was…


    To charge!


    “ng”


    The two des shed in an instant.


    Maxim’s charge was easily blocked by the vampire Arthur, who was renowned for his brute strength even before the initial embrace, and had clearly been enhanced in power after bing a vampire.


    The immense force of their crossed weapons sent sparks flying along the des as they faced each other just outside the deste vige.


    Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Those crimson eyes stared at the masked face before them, but could still see the disappointed yet fiery eyes through the gap.


    “You rigged the lottery, didn’t you?”


    Maxim said hoarsely:


    “It should have been you leading the eight Blood Thralls to support Lord Murphy. You know in Jed’s eyes, we lower Blood Servants are less than human. You know the oue of that trip.


    But you still chose to push me out!”


    He was met with silence and a sudden surge of killing intent.


    As Arthur thrust his arm forward, Maxim was pushed back. He then shifted his stance to steady himself again, sword tip lowered.


    “Isn’t surviving a good thing?”


    Arthur’s Blood Wings spread and folded behind him. In the increasingly cold wind, a few tumbleweeds rolled carelessly past the two as the now fully-fledged vampire Arthur said in a deep voice:


    “Why dwell on unpleasant things? You don’t know how happy I was to see you alive, my monster brother.”


    “No, I don’t me you.”


    Maxim advanced again to attack.


    The Blood Vulture Sword Arts he had broken through to master in life-and-death battles shed deadly brilliance in the night, but it was not fatal to a vampire.


    After all, it was only a basic sword art. And now, still empowered by the night, Arthur, though only a “vampire baby” born seven days ago, could easily react to Maxim’s sword strikes through sheer instinct.


    “I should even thank you! It seems like stabbing your ‘monster’ brother in the back allowed us both to find what we craved.


    You gained Jed’s favor.


    And I found a true lord worthy of my loyalty, giving value to my devotion that had nowhere to be pledged.”


    Maxim’s voice grew louder, his attacks more frantic.


    Across from him, Arthur remained silent until Maxim had vented his thoughts. He then suddenly broke through Maxim’s sword stance with one strike aimed at his shoulder, as if intending to stop Maxim’s “suicidal actions” with this blow.


    However, this seemingly inevitable strike was dodged by Maxim’s bizarre sliding steps. In the next instant, he blinked to Arthur’s side and struck, the whistling de knocking off Arthur’s borate crimson helmet and sending it spinning away to hit the ground.


    A strand of Arthur’s vampire hair and a few drops of fresh blood also flew out.


    “I really don’t me you, brother.”


    Maxim retracted his stance.


    Before Arthur’s astonished gaze, he gripped the sword in one hand and held it level in front of his body. Behind him, the first rays of dawn slowly appeared, and the still cold wind howled past their armor and hair.


    “This battle has no personal vendettas. You simply have toplete Jed’s orders, while I must remain loyal to my lord. That’s all.”


    The loyal servant adjusted his mask and said deeply:


    “Arthur, only one of us brothers will leave here alive. Please, take this seriously!”


    “You monster!”


    The instant the vampire saw the dawn, he realized Maxim had lured him into a trap. This guy had been stalling with strange words to negate Arthur’s night advantage.


    Arthur felt deceived, Maxim had never been so cunning before!


    It seemed he wasn’t the only one who had transformed over the past seven days.


    The anger from his heart, perhaps mixed with guilt and humiliation at having his trick exposed, finally made him hold nothing back.


    Drawing his sword, he advanced with the more dangerous Tomb Guard Sword Arts, confident he could kill Maxim with this style personally taught by Lord Jed. However, after five consecutive strikes missed their mark, Arthur’s premonition of doom grew stronger. In the next instant, Maxim countered with the same Tomb Guard stance but clearly more skilled, piercing Arthur’s left shoulder with one strike.


    The de slid, and blood gushed out.


    “You! How can you…”


    “Ah, Lord Murphy taught me! He values me and has nurtured me to his fullest, giving me not only hope but wisdom. My lord is far more generous than that dog Jed, I told you Arthur.


    Get serious! My brother.


    Otherwise…


    You will die!”