Chapter 46

In another valley, Qian Ye crouched in the grass, watching the Bloodline Warrior searching ahead through the gaps between the blades of grass. The Bloodline Warrior kicked a strand of silk, which triggered a mechanism. The tin foil package suddenly exploded, and a bright silver flame ignited.

The Bloodline Warrior reacted more quickly. As soon as the flash appeared, he turned his head and closed his eyes to avoid it, suffering only minor damage to his eyes. He quickly retreated and then opened his eyes, starting to search for the enemy hidden in the dark.

Qian Ye didn't give him this respite. As the Bloodline Warrior retreated, Qian Ye leaped up and threw another tin foil package. When the Bloodline Warrior opened his eyes, he saw the tin foil package a few meters in front of him. Qian Ye pulled the silk thread in his hand, and another flash lit up in front of the Bloodline Warrior!

The Bloodline Warrior finally fell for it. He let out a惨叫 and instinctively covered his eyes.

Qian Ye then drew the Cole pistol, gripped it tightly with both hands, and steadily maintained each timely reset despite the powerful recoil, firing all seven bullets in the magazine in one breath.

All the bullets were poured into the Bloodline Warrior's hands and face, but not a single one could penetrate the hands covering his eyes. The two bullets that hit his chin embedded in the jawbone but failed to penetrate the bone.

Qian Ye was startled. Such a strong body!

At this distance, firearms couldn't penetrate, which meant this was the physique of a high-level Bloodline Warrior, the kind that only Black Scorpion veterans could match! If Qian Ye encountered a high-level Bloodline Warrior, he had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

However, from the intensity of the dark power and the speed of the combat reaction, this Bloodline Warrior was indeed only at the level of a second-tier combatant. Could it be that he possessed some special, powerful talent? Qian Ye's thoughts raced, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The Bloodline Warrior was blasted back, screaming continuously. The bullets were all coated with silver and began to corrode his flesh as soon as they entered his body. But Qian Ye knew that these were just cheap silver-coated bullets; real pure silver bullets were controlled military supplies, and he couldn't obtain them. The silver-coated bullets only worsened the Bloodline Warrior's injuries, but they weren't fatal.

Qian Ye pounced, feinted in front of the Bloodline Warrior, and then, like a ghost, circled around to his back. He plunged a silver-coated military knife into his back, piercing his heart, and then quickly retreated.

The Bloodline Warrior let out a piercing howl, struggled for a while, and finally fell to the ground.

Qian Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling deeply exhausted. The battle was short but had consumed nearly half of his original power. He had used all his skills and means, and only through continuous ambushes did he achieve this result.

But the Bloodline Warrior's screams had likely spread far, and other Bloodline Warriors would certainly be on high alert. It wouldn't be easy to ambush them again.

Qian Ye continued to inspect the body. In the Bloodline Warrior's inner pocket, he found a gold badge with a crescent moon and a scepter engraved on it. Qian Ye had never seen this emblem before; it might be the crest of an ancient family.

Qian Ye put the badge away and also collected some crystal currency used among the dark races.

Finally, Qian Ye pried out the pair of fangs.

This time, he observed them carefully. These fangs were longer than those he had found on lower-level Bloodline Warriors, and the texture was finer and more crystalline. The holes for sucking blood and injecting venom were also slightly wider. These small differences confirmed that this was not an ordinary Bloodline Warrior but a high-level vampire warrior.

But why had a high-level warrior suddenly become so weak, dropping from level six to level two? There must be another reason, perhaps related to the pursuit of Ye Tong.

Qian Ye thought for a moment, didn't erase his traces, but made a few adjustments and then quietly left.

The traces would leave some clues for the Bloodline noble, misleading him about Qian Ye's combat strength.

These traces also retained Qian Ye's scent. A keen vampire could easily track him using these scents. This was Qian Ye's goal. His true target was the Bloodline noble!

In the distance, Ye Tong was slightly surprised. Another blood chain shackle had broken. She now felt that perhaps she should give this young man named Qian Ye a higher regard. Although his strength was weak, he was clearly cunning. Just by eliminating two elite Bloodline Warriors in succession, he could be compared to experienced vampire hunters.

About half an hour after Qian Ye left, a handsome young man stood in the valley, frowning at the Bloodline Warrior's body. Behind him stood four Bloodline Warriors, all trembling with fear.

The man was dressed in a tuxedo, with a fitted tailcoat, bow tie, and lace-trimmed linen shirt, every detail meticulously perfect, as if he were about to attend a banquet. Under the light of the blood moon, his boots shone particularly brightly.

He turned to look at a middle-aged Bloodline Warrior behind him and said coldly, "These are the elite warriors you've trained? Not only did they fail to catch Ye Tong, but they were also killed by a weak human! I think you've almost disgraced the family!"

The Bloodline Warrior said in a low voice, "Lord Wilde, they were suppressed by the blood chain shackles."

Wilde pointed to the wound in the back of the corpse and said coldly, "Even suppressed, they were still at level two! See this wound? The human was also at level two. Don't tell me that your decades of training produced elite warriors who can't even defeat a human of the same level! Are you trying to tell me that the little brat hiding in the town and running a bar is actually a warrior of the Fallen Angel? Or from one of the other elite legions, like the Shining Sword, Red Scorpion, or Blazing Vanguard?"

Under the barrage of questions, the Bloodline Warriors were speechless.

Wilde sneered for a while before saying, "This guy must die! But I have little confidence in you. I'll take care of him myself!"

The captain of the warriors was startled and quickly advised, "Sir! You still need to deal with Ye Tong!"

Wilde said arrogantly, "No problem, she can't escape. Even if she and that guy are waiting for me, do you think a level two human can affect the battle between her and me?"

Wilde glanced at the four Bloodline Warriors, about to say something, but suddenly looked westward, slowly revealing a twisted smile. "Ah, look at the wonderful scent of noble blood! It's hard to believe that the proud and haughty Miss Ye Tong is actually moving closer. Is she planning to team up with that little brat? With a level two human?"

Wilde emphasized the word "level two."

The Bloodline captain, hardening his resolve, said, "Sir, please be careful!"

"Careful?" Wilde's smile gradually turned sinister. "Even if I don't catch Ye Tong, she won't escape. Some less pleasant big dogs are almost here. This area is their paradise!"

"Wolves? Then Miss Ye Tong..."

Wilde coldly interrupted the captain, "My orders are to bring Ye Tong back, not necessarily alive!"

Wilde didn't plan to act with these four warriors. In his view, these level two suppressed warriors would only hold him back. Although he was also part of the blood chain shackles, he still had level five strength, on par with Ye Tong.

His battle with Ye Tong left no room for a level two insect. However, he didn't mind eliminating the insect before the final battle with Ye Tong, as it would make him feel good and might also upset Ye Tong.

Just thinking of the insect writhing in a pool of blood gave Wilde an uncontrollable sense of pleasure.

However, soon, Wilde discovered that this hunt was not pleasant, very unpleasant.

Wilde followed the scent, stopping in front of the wreckage of a huge warship, his face turning extremely ugly.

The massive warship wreckage was over a hundred meters high and more than a kilometer long, a Kua Fu-class flagship of the human race after the Dawn War. Now, it lay here, a small city in ruins.

The little insect was clearly very cunning; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen this place as a hiding spot.

Looking at the dirty environment and smelling the pungent odor of metal and other materials that had not dissipated over the years, Wilde rubbed his tortured nose and bitterly crawled into a power conduit.

The Kua Fu-class warship lived up to its name; just the power conduit alone required one to bend over to move forward.

Wilde bent over and moved through the massive power conduit for a long time, reaching the other end, only to find that the clue leading him here was just a piece of torn cloth. However, the scent here was much fresher, and the little guy had left no more than twenty minutes ago.

Wilde immediately pursued him. His speed was so fast that he was like a shadow darting across the wasteland.

A moment later, Wilde suddenly stopped, his face even uglier. He could sense that the little guy was hiding ahead. It seemed that this was the battlefield the little guy had chosen for the final battle, though in Wilde's eyes, it was more like a grave the little guy had chosen for himself.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ye Tong also arrived. She and Wilde could sense each other's presence, but her face was no better than Wilde's.

The final battlefield Qian Ye chose was the largest ruin and garbage dump near Lighthouse Town.

The place reeked, filled with various garbage, several abandoned factories, and scattered warship wreckage. This area had once been a graveyard for floating ships before the empire's evacuation, and over the centuries, it had gradually accumulated into a complex mountain of garbage.

For a high-ranking Bloodline with a natural aversion to dirt and an extremely sensitive sense of smell, this place was worse than hell.

Wilde's face was extremely ugly, but he had no intention of giving up the hunt for Qian Ye. Two high-level Bloodline Warriors had already died at Qian Ye's hands, and as their superior, Wilde had a responsibility to avenge them.

"Little insect, you'd better hide well! Don't let me find you!" Wilde muttered, finally stepping into the garbage dump.