Locke Albert, a third-generation vampire with pure blood, held a high position among the vampires and was one of the five remaining princes. He went out and returned missing half his body, requiring immediate placement in a coffin. Naturally, the vampire elders were not going to let the matter rest.
Before dawn, the vampires had already brought out their ancestral sacred artifact and rushed to the Blood Hunter Alliance. The alliance leader, upon receiving Emperor Xiu's call, immediately summoned the blood hunters to prepare for battle and also sent people to bring Emperor Xiu over for protection.
Emperor Xiu: There's no need for that.
Upon entering the building, an old acquaintance—an elder from the mission department—was already waiting at the elevator entrance. He swiped his card, didn't press a floor button, and the elevator went down.
When Emperor Xiu first arrived, he scanned the area with his divine sense and naturally knew what was going on underground. In summary, it was a refuge.
The elevator descended rapidly, creating a sense of weightlessness. Di Xiu scanned the area below with his divine sense and saw more than a dozen young blood hunters. He couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.
It's as if they felt they couldn't win, so they wanted to protect their remaining forces...
He asked the old man, "Will there be a fight tonight?"
The old man, leaning on his cane, stood steadily and nodded without turning his head.
"Can't beat them?" That was the key question he wanted to ask.
These words were a real blow. The old man shook his head, but his shoulders slumped a little: "We can win, but every time a conflict of this magnitude occurs, it will be a major blow to the alliance."
Imperial Xiu concluded: "A Pyrrhic victory."
"bite--"
The old man stepped out of the elevator, stopping the young blood hunters who were about to approach. He sighed deeply, turned around, and looked intently at Di Xiu: "Zhong, I can sense that you have become stronger again. Tell me, how long will it take you to become stronger than your father?"
"Now."
The old man was taken aback, and the young blood hunters who had heard of the Zhong family's reputation also paused and looked at this arrogant peer.
Emperor Xiu drew out an ordinary talisman, infused it with spiritual power, and the scorching flames instantly distorted the air, creating a wave of heat that startled the old man and the young blood hunters.
"This is... a talisman? But why is it white?" the old man asked hesitantly.
"Low cost, but slightly weaker power."
Di Xiu pulled out a stack of yellow talismans from his pocket and handed them to the old man: "I've improved them. They will be triggered when they encounter evil spirits. Anyone can use them, but because they don't have spiritual power, their power should be about the same as the white talismans I use."
The old man was taken aback, and after a long pause, his lips trembled as he asked, "You didn't... do you know what you're saying?"
In the process of fighting against the vampires together, the Zhong family also tried to get other blood hunters to use talismans to deal with the vampires, but without spiritual power to activate them, these talismans were nothing more than a piece of waste paper in their hands.
“I know I don’t need this false peace. I want it to end.” He spoke calmly, as if he were merely destroying an anthill.
To achieve victory, one must achieve complete victory. The vampires are not like the demons, who can create something out of nothing. There is no reason for the Emperor to defeat half of them and leave them for a counterattack hundreds of years later.
From the perspective of vampires, this is typical villainous rhetoric, and at the level of the ultimate BOSS. From the perspective of a blood hunter, his idea is indeed radical, but which blood hunter wouldn't want this?
Who would want to see vampires constantly harming their fellow humans, even when they are the ones who die, if they could get rid of them once and for all?
Humans have always been in a passive position. Anyone with a sense of righteousness can't help but feel this kind of humiliation, yet they have no choice but to endure it, especially after the Zhong family couple passed away, and the Blood Hunter Alliance lost two of its top generals.
The old man gripped the talisman in his hand, suppressing his excitement, and said to a young blood hunter, "Jack, you treat his wounds, I'll go find the leader."
At this time, there was less than an hour before the arrival of the vampire elders.
After a private conversation, the leader and the old man went up to the twentieth floor, which was the leader's office. But behind the bookshelves, there was a secret room decorated as a bedroom.
An orange lamp was lit beside the bed in the bedroom, and a person sat next to it with thick handcuffs on his hands and a black iron mask covering the lower half of his face.
His eyes were closed. He was very thin, like someone suffering from anorexia, emaciated, as if he were nothing but a skeleton. He had many wounds on his body, new wounds overlapping old wounds, leaving behind hideous scars, with almost no intact skin visible.
Hearing someone enter, the person opened their eyes, which were filled with a murky red. Their previously serene expression suddenly turned ferocious, and their eyes gleamed with covetousness and greed for blood.
His breathing became heavy, "huffing and puffing," but suddenly he grabbed his own neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and forcibly turned around to slam his head against the wall.
After a while, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes regained their clarity, but the blood redness remained.
He casually let go of the lamp, straightened it, and then looked up and chuckled in a hoarse voice, "Old buddies, long time no see. Have you developed a new weapon? Where is it? Let me see it."
The old man approached and took out a yellow talisman. The man recognized it and laughed again, "Isn't this Zhong's talisman? Why are you carrying it?"
"This was drawn by his son. It is said that once it is pasted on, it will trigger a certain event."
The man whistled loudly: "Didn't they say the Zhong family kid couldn't draw talismans? Fine, let me test the effect and see how much skill this kid has over his father."
The two looked at him, their eyes flashing with complex and indescribable emotions. They knew that if they succeeded, he would also be free, which was a good thing, but after all, he was also a partner who had fought alongside them.
"Hey, old buddy, don't look at me like that. If I really die, you should be happy for me. Trading this life for the lives of millions of vampires is such a good deal. This rotten life that disgusts me, humph." Hatred flashed in the man's eyes.
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