Chapter 45

"Kill me, give me a quick death. Just kill me!" The priest's mumbled plea still echoed, plunging the entire blood clan guard into silence.

Although they were vampires, they were also emotional beings. No one could remain indifferent to seeing a comrade suffer so much. Even though they knew that giving the priest a quick death was the best choice at this moment, who could bring themselves to do it?

Chuba turned away, covering his face with his hands. He was one of the few vampires with a good personality, and he got along well with everyone else in the guard. This meant he was suffering more than the others in this situation.

Rehardt punched the side of the carriage in anger. The metal carriage deformed slightly, and a thin ray of sunlight seeped in. This amount of sunlight was not fatal to a pureblood, as long as it did not hit a vital part. However, it was painful enough.

Rehardt's fist, exposed to the thin ray of sunlight, seemed to have been plunged into molten lava. His muscles and bones were scorched black by the invisible fire. But he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. Perhaps, for him, who knew the inside story, this was a form of self-punishment.

Yes, he knew the inside story. He knew everything that D'Markinos had done. But he had no choice; he was D'Markinos' sharp blade and had to carry out D'Markinos' orders, even if it meant leading his subordinates to their deaths. Now, the priest was suffering more than death, and he could not even grant him mercy. He could only punish himself to ease his conscience.

As the only female in the blood clan guard, Virene could no longer bear to watch. She buried her head in Lightaxe's chest, not noticing the fear and desire in Lightaxe's eyes.

The only one whose expression did not change was Snowman, the skilled vampire swordsman. He took a few steps forward and swiftly drew his sword. The dazzling blade was enough to make everyone pale, and it was this dazzling blade that ended the priest's screams.

His long sword cut into the priest's jaw and split the entire skull in one stroke. The blade, which could be said to have a soul, was both stunning and decisive.

In this situation, Snowman made the most correct decision. However, not everyone could understand his actions. Chuba immediately rushed forward, grabbing Snowman's collar and shouting at him.

"Damn it, do you know what you've done? You killed your comrade, you lunatic?"

Snowman silently used his long sword, which was already back in its sheath, to push Chuba away. Looking at the seemingly resting priest and the agitated Chuba, he remained calm, speaking in a completely emotionless tone.

"Of course I know what I did! I just gave a warrior the rest he deserved."

"You bastard!" Chuba wanted to hit Snowman again but was stunned by the sudden movement.

The movement came from the priest's corpse. It was called a corpse because of Snowman's stunning blade, which had split the head into two halves, including the already mutated, shrunken, and yellowed brain. At this level, any biological being could be considered brain-dead.

However, this did not apply to the priest. After a moment of stillness, the corpse began to struggle again. It was as if a cockroach without a head, with a terrifyingly strong life force. A closer look revealed that even the half of the head that had been cut off was still alive, with the eyes still blinking.

This scene was enough to make anyone's hair stand on end, even a group of vampires. Chuba no longer blamed Snowman because he could no longer bear it. He picked up a gun loaded with silver bullets, which were lethal to vampires, and began to fire wildly at the corpse.

Bullets rained down, not only tearing the corpse apart but also occasionally ricocheting off the operating table and the carriage. Fortunately, only the two humans were worried about being hit by the ricochets, while the other beings were not particularly concerned.

What they were concerned about was the corpse that could not be killed. The corpse, which had been reduced to a rag doll, with its internal organs and most of its bones shredded, continued to move. Its heart was still beating as if none of the damage mattered.

However, they were not without gains. At least they saw something they had not noticed before.

Under the torn and shredded muscles on the corpse's chest, a completely fused bone plate was revealed, like armor, tightly enclosing the heart. If it were not for the sound of the heartbeat, they would not have known the heart was inside such a strange bone plate.

Snowman took action again. He drew his long sword and carefully cut away the muscle on the bone plate, exposing it completely. Then, with a serious expression, he inserted the sword into a small gap under the armpit of the bone plate.

The blade felt as if it was piercing solid muscle, and this thrust made the entire corpse convulse as if it had been electrocuted. Watching the corpse's strange convulsions, everyone had the feeling that it must be very painful.

This feeling made Snowman even more determined. He violently twisted the hilt, and the muscle on the blade was torn into pieces. This was the most lethal blow.

The corpse stopped convulsing and fell silent, as if it had suddenly lost all its energy. From the position of the blade, a dark blue flame rose, quickly consuming everything on the corpse. In just a few breaths, the entire corpse turned to ashes, just like a regular vampire's death.

No, not completely. To be precise, there was still a part left, the half of the head that Snowman had cut off. It was still blinking, and being separated from the body meant it would not die with the corpse.

"I crushed the heart, but this..." Snowman looked at the half-head in silence. His sword skills were precise, but he could not find the fatal point on this thing.

At this moment, Rehardt suddenly stepped forward, picked up the half-head, and stared at the eyes that were staring back at him through his sunglasses. This was his former comrade, now an undead monster.

After a moment, he slammed the half-head against the side of the carriage, which he had previously cracked. The force was great, causing the brain to splatter and the crack to widen slightly.

A thin ray of lethal sunlight shot through the gap. In the sunlight, the half-head instantly turned to ashes, even more quickly than before. Although Rehardt dodged in time, his hands were still burned, and both were now charred.

Ignoring the burns on his hands, Rehardt said to his teammates with unusual seriousness, "Besides the well-protected heart, the sun is also their weakness. Remember this! I don't want this to happen again."

"Ha!" Whistler, who had just watched the show, sneered. "Don't forget, vampires. The sun is also lethal to you."

"Don't worry about it! Buddy, you should be more concerned about yourself and the Blade." Rehardt sneered back, seeing the old man as already dead. He had no need to argue with a dying man.

The Blade warrior was already in hand, and soon D'Markinos' vampire warriors would have the power to walk in the sunlight like the Daywalkers. Then everything would be repaid. Knowing this, Rehardt silently affirmed that it was all worth it for the vampires.

Time began to flow quickly again. When Serana woke up from her hibernation, it was already near dusk.

In the room, sealed tightly with curtains, only a floor lamp cast a dim light. Under the light, Zhou Yi was carefully reading a book. However, Serana's unconscious movements when she woke up caught Zhou Yi's attention. He put down the book and said to Serana with a gentle expression.

"It seems you rested well. How do you feel? Are you adapting to the environment?"

Serana unconsciously rubbed her face to wake herself up. Of course, this action made her look exceptionally cute, especially since she was only wearing a large shirt.

"I feel great, I've never been so comfortable," Serana responded softly. Even now, she still felt a sense of unreality. It was as if everything was a dream.

"Relax, this is just the beginning. Your life will only get better from now on," Zhou Yi sat next to the girl and stroked her soft golden hair. After taking a bath, Serana had finally undone the braids he detested, and her long hair now made him feel good.

Serana did not speak, but silently buried her head in his chest, like a pet seeking warmth.

After a long time, she asked a question that had been on her mind for a long time.

"Why did you bring me here? Why are you so good to me?" Serana was not stupid; she knew there was no such thing as unconditional love in this world. Zhou Yi's treatment of her had already exceeded what most people could do. She wanted to know the reason, even if it would hurt her.

"Maybe because you are beautiful!" Zhou Yi smiled and answered.

"Beauty is not unique to me, and it includes humans who are not vampires," Serana pointed out. She was very clear that beauty was just a reason but would not be the decisive factor. She wanted to know the decisive factor.

"Do you know, Serana?" Zhou Yi did not answer directly but used another way. "There are not so many whys in this world. I know many people have complained about such things: why, with the same or even better conditions, does fate favor those people? For such questions, I can only say, this is fate."

"Perhaps you think you are not outstanding or do not deserve this. But I can only tell you that some of your actions have moved me. Just like fate chose you, I have acknowledged your existence and want to keep you by my side. This does not need a reason. Even if you doubt my motives or think I just want a pet, it does not matter. I have already done this, and keeping you by my side is a fact. And I have no regrets."

After hearing this, Serana did not move. She still clung to Zhou Yi and quietly responded after a long time.

"I will not regret it either!"