Chapter 205:

Words : 1997 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

It took Lady Lainnia nearly 10 minutes to defeat Maxim. This was not easy. Especially when the latter used Blood Wings in combination with defense and flight for the fierce “death drop” tactic, she found herself in a rather passive situation. In the end, she relied on her superhuman elf archery and ranger tactics that she retained after becoming a vampire to make Maxim retreat. She had to admit that these children of the Blood Vulture who could still support the clan after the clan’s extinction crisis really had some skills! And if even the descendants were already this difficult to deal with, it could be imagined that encountering Lord Murphy on the battlefield would only be more challenging. But what Lady Lainnia didn’t expect was that defeating Maxim was just the beginning. The endless stream of vampires and Blood Servants no longer continued to provoke her, but the 30 reserve knights and 60 blood retainers under her command became the targets of these fellows’ challenges. They called it “learning and practical combat”, but in reality, the bow knight knew exactly what these guys were up to. This made her deeply feel the shamelessness and “unity” of the Blood Vulture Clan. They seemed to want to express the concept of “mess with one, mess with all” in sticking together, and it might also be a private reminder from a certain petty Count of Kadman. But in any case, the Blood Pact Knights had an unusually “fulfilling” first day and night in Crimson Citadel. Especially after the “Blood Vulture Twelve Little Powerhouses” also received the special challenge task specially arranged by Maxim and enthusiastically joined this “practical combat training”, the originally one-sided situation actually underwent some subtle changes. When midnight arrived, Lady Lainnia looked at the three reserve knights bowing their heads in front of her in her camp with a grim expression. They were her three deputy officers. They had lost. They lost to Sister Pomegranate, Brother Mao, and Niuniu respectively. It was hard to imagine that they, who had undergone rigorous training and passed through layers of trials to become reserve knights, actually produced an ugly 9:3 record when facing the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan. Well, they only lost three matches. But this was still unacceptable! For the proud Cappadocia, an imperfect victory was equivalent to failure. “Double the training! Train them hard!” Lady Lainnia clenched her fists, almost gritting her teeth as she said: “Regain what you lost where you lost it! We will be staying in Transia for a long time, you have enough time to win back the dignity you’ve lost!” “Yes, my lady!” The three reserve knights responded loudly. Then they left the camp to hunt the gnolls ravaging the land around Crimson Citadel in the night, to vent their humiliation of failure. “Vanna, starting tomorrow... no, starting now!” Lainnia called her deputy, ordering her only descendant before her: “Have our knights and retainers take turns entering that Fight Club, to challenge the members of the Blood Vulture Clan, and don’t refuse the provocations of those barbaric Blood Servants! We must let them know that the dignity of Cappadocia is not to be violated, and the strength of the Blood Pact Knights is not to be underestimated! You can also view this as your knight training. Before we return to the clan’s residence, each reserve knight must obtain at least 100 victories! Each retainer must obtain 40 victories! The barbarians of Transia are brave and warlike, they are very good whetstones. Go and hone yourselves.” As a descendant of pride, she did not allow the reserve knights under her command to bow to the creatures of Transia, but if Maxim knew about this situation, he would probably laugh so hard he’d wake up from his dreams smiling. He was just worried that the Fight Club lacked “sparring partners”, and the enthusiastic Blood Pact Knights voluntarily came to their door. How could they not accept? But that’s all for later. Just as the unrelenting Lady Lainnia was giving orders to her servants, in the sewers of the outer city district, the “Chief Architect” Heaven’s Chosen Grayman and “Deputy Architect” Bricklayer, who had been busy directing the camp workers all day, finally had some free time to attend to their own business. These two were walking along the first level of the sewer, which had been cleared of most monsters, towards the lower level area. To be on the safe side, they had hired Meow King’s “professional team” to escort them. There was no choice. These two were both administrative professionals, their combat ability couldn’t be said to be non-existent, but they would be at a loss when encountering fiercer monsters. In addition to Meow King’s six players, there were also four guards assigned to Grayman and Bricklayer accompanying them. Their purpose for this trip was not to fight monsters, but to find that hidden “underground cavity” according to the sewer blueprint. “Is that thing really there?” The rogue from Meow King’s team was playing with the vampire short sword in his hand like a juggler, making this lethal weapon flutter back and forth between his fingertips like a butterfly through flowers, while curiously asking the two whispering design students: “You guys can’t actually be sure that the underground cavity definitely exists, right? Based on the information you provided, Brother Stick has been searching in the sewers for several days without any clues.” “There are no clues, but Bricklayer and I both believe it must exist!” “Damn! It can’t be in the water, right?” Bricklayer walked around the water pool and scratched his head, saying to the equally frowning Grayman: “The stratum around here is very solid. I dug down a bit, and there’s bedrock about half a meter down. There can’t be any stable passage around. Unless it’s hidden at the bottom of the water pool, but we can’t dive down to look.” “Let’s go check the end of the tunnel first.” Grayman shook his head, made a mark here with wood, and then led his group towards the end of the main tunnel in the ancient sewer area. But after they left, a head suddenly emerged from the previously calm water pool. It was a creature very similar to a ghoul, but its skin wasn’t as decayed, instead showing a pale and bloated appearance. This was a water ghost, a variant of the ghoul. However, this water ghost was obviously not right. It didn’t have the chaotic and frenzied state of other water ghosts, but twisted its body to quietly crawl onto the shore, turned around the mark left by Grayman, then waved its claws to tear down the mark and throw it into the water. This series of actions proved that either this water ghost still maintained intelligence, or perhaps it was a puppet manipulated by some force. After destroying the mark, this water ghost limped back towards the water pool to submerge. But before it could fully submerge, a whistling arrow came from the darkness and precisely hit the back of its heart. The impact was so great that it lifted the entire body and smashed it towards the ground on the other side of the water pool. The water ghost still wanted to struggle. But then a huge blood-colored bat wing appeared in the darkness, and Civilian Protection Officer Kudel, carrying his crimson greatsword, rushed out from the darkness. His battle-scarred boots stepped on it, and those sharp eyes under the vulture-faced mask stared fixedly at this water ghost. “Finally caught you, rat!” He said hoarsely: “I can feel them! Those citizens are still alive, I can feel their fear and unease, they’ve been taken hostage by you. Where have you hidden them? Fiend! Tell me! Is it underground?” The questioned water ghost struggled, but soon the force controlling it began to withdraw from this already hopeless puppet. Before leaving, that hidden malice gave Kudel a mocking smile. This smile was conveyed to the Civilian Protection Officer’s eyes through the water ghost’s distorted face, making this crimson swordsman extremely angry. He came to the depths of the sewer alone and had been slaughtering ghouls here not because he had nothing better to do. When Murphy came to see him earlier, he didn’t tell Murphy what he was doing. After all, his somewhat insane mind at this time didn’t trust any vampire. But the Civilian Protection Officer could indeed feel some lives that needed help still existing in the deepest part of the sewer. This wasn’t a vampire ability, but came from his professional ability as a Holy Grail Knight. Just as old Finoch once made a faith oath to Avalon’s Holy Grail, when Kudel was still a human knight, he had a similar encounter. Of course, it wasn’t Avalon’s Holy Grail. There are many items similar to the Holy Grail on this mysterious continent, and what Kudel encountered back then was just one of them, but that encounter gave him the mysterious ability to sense the pleas of those who need help. This is also why Kudel was able to gather so many survivors in the Blood Vulture Halls after the Astral Realm tear occurred. He heard the pleas from underground, but he had no way to respond to them. He couldn’t find them! He couldn’t find those citizens who should have been under his protection, but were now suffering from disaster. “Puff” The water ghost’s head was violently crushed. Kudel turned around. He looked at the filthy, toxin-filled water pool in front of him, and thinking of Bricklayer and Grayman’s speculation just now, this Civilian Protection Officer turned around without hesitation and jumped into the filthy water pool. He went all the way down in this water pool and quickly felt the uneven bottom in the filthy toxic water. After a few minutes of groping, he successfully found a hidden crevice, from which bubbles of strange color and foul smell were coming out. “Don’t come down!” When Kudel touched the crevice hidden underwater, a voice from the spirit level, carrying sharp intimidation, scolded and threatened: “If you dare to come down, I’ll kill them all! What I’m doing has nothing to do with you, and the survival of this city has nothing to do with you either. Get lost! You crazy vampire with a brain damaged by the sub-space.” Faced with this outwardly fierce but inwardly timid threat, the Civilian Protection Officer, enduring the mental impact, drew the crimson greatsword from his back almost without any hesitation. He was about to charge up power in the water to open the passage to the lower level, but before he could act, a huge muffled boom accompanied by earth-shaking tremors came from the end of the tunnel. This commotion came so suddenly and violently that it seemed to startle even the evil rat who was attacking Kudel with mental sorcery below. His control of the evil magic relaxed for an instant, and Kudel gritted his teeth and thrust the great sword into the crevice below. With an explosion of power, he was swept into the deeply hidden shadows below with the vortex of water. And in the original sewer tunnel, the exclamations of the little players were still echoing. “Holy shit! There really is an underground tunnel! It’s all empty below! How big must it be? The old professor is awesome!” “Hehe, Old Chen’s professional knowledge is indeed not just talk! I’m convinced.” “Quick, look! There’s a monster nest below! Damn, there must be at least 10,000 ghouls down there? And so many vengeful spirits and... wait, I think I see people! There are people down there!” “Fuck! Forget about the people, run! The ghouls are rushing up!” “We seem to have blown up something incredible, things are getting serious! Quick, report to Lord Murphy!”

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