Chapter 49

Seeing this bizarre scene, all the werewolves looked around vigilantly, and those who remained in wolf form even raised their hackles in the face of the immense danger they sensed!

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the night became unusually silent. The darkness seemed to have weight, pressing heavily on the werewolves.

In the silence that seemed to have silenced the entire world, footsteps echoed, each one seeming to crush the hearts and souls of all living beings.

Then, two figures emerged from the deep darkness.

One was a tall, thin old man with a head of snow-white hair, a particularly square and long face, and deeply drooping eyes. His face had a strong Mediterranean style, making it instantly memorable. His white hair, without a single strand of another color, fell from both sides of his face, ending in highly decorative curls.

The other was a petite girl with an exceptionally sweet face. Her pale skin made her blood-red lips stand out even more. She had a long ponytail, and the collar of her black cloak stood high, revealing blood-red patterns at the edges, both charming and eerie.

The white-haired old man said softly, "I never expected so many wild dogs to gather in such a small place. No wonder I could smell the strong stench from far away."

"Also, something very interesting has happened here. It seems some of our lower-ranking kin are fighting among themselves?" the girl said.

The white-haired old man raised his head and took a deep breath, saying, "Guess what I smell? The finest mithril, oh, dangerous yet beautiful in its death. And the one who refined it is a worthy and respected opponent. Ha ha, this small place is unexpectedly lively, truly unexpected! Could this be the call of fate?"

The girl glanced at the werewolves with disgust and said, "If it weren't for the strong smell of these wild dogs, I could have smelled the mithril too."

Hearing the girl's ruthless insult, the werewolves growled angrily, but their strong sense of danger kept them from advancing.

An old werewolf with a wooden staff stepped forward two steps and shouted, "Where do you come from? This is the territory of the Black Nightmare tribe!"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Black Nightmare, what is that? As for where we come from, that's not something you need to know. An old wolf about to die, don't be so curious. Curiosity is for the young and the superior races."

The girl's gaze fell on Yezhong, and she suddenly exclaimed, "What is that? Such beautiful blood!"

The white-haired old man was taken aback and slowly approached Yezhong. With each step he took, the werewolves would whimper and retreat several steps. The immense difference in rank caused them to feel such fear that they couldn't even think of resisting.

When the white-haired old man reached Yezhong, he touched a bit of her blood and tasted it, his expression suddenly changing.

He suddenly stepped back a few steps, laughing exaggeratedly and waving his hands to express his joy, "This is, this is the taste of the Ancestor's blood! She has awakened the Ancestor's bloodline, she is a... pureblood!"

"The King will be interested in her," the girl said.

The white-haired old man thought hard, "That's right! But the taste of her blood is familiar to me. Let me think, whose territory is this nearby... Being too old has its downsides, always forgetting things... Ah! I remember, the closest is Count Chaos. This little girl's blood has the taste of Chaos, she must be his pureblood descendant!"

"Chaos?" The girl's eyes showed confusion.

The white-haired old man shrugged, "An old guy, said to have an ancient lineage. But he is obsessed with finding the secrets of the Black King's treasure, and can't even manage his own small territory. I heard that several of his viscounts are plotting to overthrow him. That's probably the reason for the internal strife."

"Sounds like a useless guy. I'm not interested in Chaos, but the smell of these wild dogs is almost killing me."

"Then clean them up, you do it," the old man said with a smile.

"Why always me!"

The girl complained but didn't refuse. Her eyes suddenly turned bright red, like two shining rubies. Her lips moved continuously, as if she was reciting something, but no sound could be heard.

She emitted a high-frequency sound that human ears couldn't hear, a melody like a song, which to the werewolves was like the call of death!

All the werewolves suddenly howled in pain, falling to the ground and rolling frantically!

The weaker werewolves didn't last ten seconds before their heads exploded. Then the heads of the higher-ranking werewolves also burst, a terrifying and bizarre sight!

The Shadow Wolf held on for thirty seconds, finally collapsing. He clutched his head, rolling around, even using his head to smash into the airship's cabin wall. The steel wall was dented, but his head was unharmed.

But as the girl's pitch suddenly rose, the Shadow Wolf let out a long, agonized scream, and his head exploded into a cloud of blood!

Only the werewolf elder was still holding on. He could only support himself with his staff, pointing at the girl in terror and trembling, "You... you are Nana..."

"Correct!" The girl smiled sweetly, snapped her fingers, and the elder's head exploded.

The white-haired old man took out a white handkerchief and covered his nose, saying, "Don't you think this will make the smell of wild dogs even stronger?"

"It will make you act faster," the girl said, raising her delicate hand to cover her nose.

The white-haired old man examined Yezhong's injuries, frowning, "She is badly hurt. I need some fresh blood to help her recover so we can get back in time."

"There seems to be only a human village nearby, but it's quite far."

"No, that's too late. Fortunately, there is someone here, I can already smell him." As he spoke, the white-haired old man stood up and took two steps, disappearing into the depths of the junkyard. A moment later, he reappeared from the darkness, holding Qianye.

"Truly a strong and cunning human, still alive. Otherwise, his blood wouldn't be fresh," the white-haired old man said with a smile.

He pulled a thick metal plate from Qianye's chest. The plate was completely twisted, with deep claw marks that barely penetrated the other side.

Before facing the werewolf leader, Qianye had padded his clothes with a three-centimeter-thick primal alloy plate. Otherwise, he would have been gutted. But the impact from the werewolf leader alone had broken all the ribs in Qianye's chest, and he would die soon.

The old man threw Qianye next to Yezhong, tore open his shirt, and stabbed his neck, causing blood to gush out.

Yezhong suddenly reacted. Every vampire is instinctively sensitive to fresh blood. She sat up, her eyes finally opening, but her pupils were filled with a blank, bloody red, and her fangs gradually extended.

She pounced on Qianye, biting his neck and drinking deeply. The warm blood not only quenched her thirst but also rapidly healed her injuries.

At this moment, in the eyes of the white-haired old man, Yezhong's posture of drinking blood was perfect. He couldn't help but praise, "Truly worthy of being a pureblood who has awakened the Ancestor's bloodline! Besides the powerful abilities of her eyes, she can also perfectly hide the characteristics of a vampire, a unique ability of one of the thirteen ancestral clans. Which ancestor was it, I need to think..."

Nana watched from the side, her chest heaving, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, not listening to what the old man was saying.

She suddenly grabbed Qianye's right hand and bit into his wrist artery!

The old man's praise abruptly stopped, and he looked at Nana in shock.

Nana took several large gulps of blood, then screamed and threw Qianye's hand away, stepping back a few steps, her expression complex as she looked at Qianye.

"How is it?" the old man asked solemnly. He rarely saw Nana like this.

Nana looked somewhat dazed, saying, "His blood is sweet, but that's all. But I don't know why, the smell of his blood makes me unable to control myself. I want... to give him the first embrace!"

"What?" The white-haired old man was truly shocked. After confirming that Nana was serious, he sighed and shook his head, saying, "It's too late. His blood has been sanctified by this child, who is a pureblood. Although her current rank is low, neither you nor I can suppress the power of her blood. No one else can turn this human into a vampire, and even if she could wake up now, her condition wouldn't allow her to complete the first embrace."

Nana still looked dazed, licking the blood on her lips.

The white-haired old man picked up Yezhong, saying, "We should go. If we delay, we won't be able to immerse her in the blood pool in time."

Nana followed the old man, occasionally looking back at Qianye, who was now completely still. Although she was reluctant, she eventually left.

Being a blood slave is a one-way path, and the human race is helpless against it, as are the vampires.

The night finally became quiet, as if nothing had happened. But if anyone who knew the situation saw the white-haired old man and the girl here, it would certainly cause a great stir.

Julio, a powerful marquis, and Nana are considered killing gods even among the vampires in the upper continent.

After an unknown amount of time, Qianye felt as if someone was dragging him in a daze, and he heard vague voices.

"This kid is finally dead."

"Right, quickly throw him into the Burning Canyon. I don't want to stay there any longer."

"Me too."

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