Psst!!
Blood spurted out from one of the men's necks, shooting several meters away like a fountain.
In the wilderness, a red shadow descended from the sky and landed on the grass. She turned around and shook off the blood on her fingernails.
Puff!
The last person fell to the ground. On this patch of grass, there were armed members of unknown forces lying everywhere, armed with guns and daggers. Blood spread along the soil and dyed a large patch of grass red.
Dahm was wearing a red cloak. His fingernails were painted with red nail polish. His lips were purplish black. He was admiring his work with satisfaction.
"Marshal, Leader Mafa is not far ahead. Our tracking signal shows that he is very close." Among his subordinates, a bald man with a face full of scars reported with a smile.
"What about the Four Hunting Generals?" Dahm licked the blood on his fingertips and looked satisfied.
"They have already gone over. They should have already made contact with Mafa's men. However, Leader Mafa is a little tricky. After all, they are a thousand-year-old family. They still have some power to fight back." The bald man quickly replied carefully.
"They are all injured or disabled. What is there to worry about? Let's go over. "Dahm smiled and nodded.
After such a long time of planning, the Mafa Group, as the person behind the scenes of his rival company, had finally been stopped by him at the bottom of this barren land. His plan was about to succeed. As long as he could get rid of the opponent, the entire Mafa Group would be defeated and even taken over.
Suddenly, Dahm moved the smart earpiece in his right ear. There was a new call.
"Bring all your men to this location immediately." An unquestionable low and cold voice came from the earpiece.
Dahm's smiling face froze.
"I am in the middle of a very important operation …"
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The man's voice was cold and cruel. It was like a suppressed volcano, directly interrupting him.
Dahm's face turned red and he couldn't speak. He had planned for so long and finally had a chance to completely defeat his strong opponent and expand his financial empire. But now, at the most crucial moment, he actually … actually wanted him to retreat immediately?!!
"Yes …!" His whole body was trembling as he squeezed the word out from between his teeth.
That's right, he didn't dare to resist that person, nor could he resist. This was an absolute order and suppression.
"The coordinates have been transmitted to the A.I. Chip. You have half an hour." Pak, the voice was cut off.
Bang!!
He crushed the earphones together with the rear facing device. The shattered pieces sputtered all over the place.
Everyone was frightened. A few of the subordinates involuntarily took a few steps back, but their faces were still scratched by the flying debris. However, they did not dare to make a sound and could only endure it.
Dahm lowered his head and tossed the remaining memory chip to a subordinate computer hacker behind him.
"Everyone, retreat to the coordinates here."
Immediately, the large group of subordinates beside him were somewhat stunned. This was the most crucial moment. As long as they put in a little more effort, they would be able to completely defeat the Mafa Group. The Four Great Sifting Generals had already formed their own encirclement.
"But Marshal, the Luo Generals are still in front …"
Slap!!
The head of the person who spoke was grabbed by Dahm.
Boom!!!
His chest exploded with a bang. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by a miserable shriek. The shriek came to an abrupt end.
Dahm lowered his head and retracted his hand. The subordinates beside him were all trembling in fear. They knew that Dahm's violent and cruel personality was acting up again. No one dared to make a sound. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
The bald hunk at the side saw that his eyes had turned blood red.
"Ha … Hahaha …" Dahm laughed in a low voice.
"Didn't you hear me? Retreat, retreat!! "He roared suddenly.
The hunk's face turned pale. He had never seen Dahm so angry. Never. He didn't know who had caused Dahm to be so furious. The only thing he knew was that whoever stood in front of Dahm, no matter who it was, would be dead.
*****
The rolling central plains were like a yellow-green carpet. It was fluffy and abnormally flat.
In the middle of the plains, a gray road with white lines was like a ribbon, extending along the plains.
Other than the occasional long-distance coach that passed by on the road, a fleet of pitch-black cars was unusually eye-catching. The surface of the fleet was as smooth as a mirror. In the leading car.
In a slightly larger black car.
The car window was lowered halfway, and the warm wind kept blowing into the car. Lars put one hand on the car window and enjoyed the warm wind blowing into the car.
"Hmm … There's the smell of sunlight …"
He took a deep breath. He was a little intoxicated.
"The Blood Breeds in the movies all hate sunlight. Lars, you make people feel weird like this. " On the other side of the car, a young man with short red hair was flipping through a book. He glanced at him and made fun of him.
"A movie is a movie." Lars smiled comfortably. "The Blood Breeds in the movies are all handsome and easy to seduce young girls. But in reality?"
"Speaking of which, how strong are the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds that we're chasing this time?" The red-haired man looked back at the book and asked.
"With you, Colt, there's nothing to be afraid of for a few low-level Blood Breeds." Lars said with a smile. "You're about to advance to middle-level. As a member of our family, there's definitely a place for you among the thirteen middle-level Blood Breeds in the past hundred years. "
"You're overpraising me." Colt smiled shyly.
"I'm not overpraising you." Lars shook his head. "The only thing I'm worried about now is that I can't catch up with the Scarlet Moon members in front."
"It's okay. I can feel it. It's not far ahead …" Colt closed his eyes as if he could sense something.
The civil war among the Blood Breeds had actually come to an end. Only the real Blood Breeds knew about this kind of inside information.
The leader of the light party, Ashen Castine, had actually been imprisoned by the secret party's Death Apostle leaders. In order to build a new world, in order to wipe out the last of the light party's living space.
What was left was the dispute between the Blood Breeds who were not Death Apostles. The balance of the war was gradually placed on them. At this time, all kinds of killing prodigies and war prodigies emerged and were highly valued by the party.
And Colt was one of them.
Glancing at Colt who was focused on his book, Lars said with a regretful tone.
"Actually, I've tried to raise my level and break through the shackles of the low-level Blood Breeds. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach that limit."
Colt smiled.
"Actually, there are only two conditions to level up. One is to purify your own blood and fuse it into a purer Bloodline Core. As long as this step is successful, you'll be able to obtain a little more Bloodline Essence of a higher level. As long as you rely on this Essence, you can feed it with a large amount of blood and finally achieve the goal of leveling up."
"That's how it is, but a truly purified Inheritance is also exceptionally precious … The Gaze Eyes that I used combined with the family's common 'Blood Infusion' secret technique still seems to be too low level." Lars lamented. "If I had your fifth Holy Technique …"
"Unfortunately, I've made a Blood Oath that I can't teach this secret technique to outsiders." Colt smiled and shook his head. "You know the rules of the family elders."
Holy Technique, the Blood Breeds purified their own blood and passed down a mysterious technique to level up. Among them, the strongest inherited secret technique of each family was crowned as the Holy Technique. But in reality, in the entire Blood Breed society, only the Six Great Families had Holy Techniques. The Six Great Blood Breed Families. Among them, the Four Death Apostle Families were all in the list, while the two top-level upper-level Blood Breeds occupied the last two positions.
These first five families were known as the Five Scepters. Their network of influence was like a spider's web, permeating every aspect and detail of the entire Blood Breed society. Among the Five Scepters, there were three families in the Light Party's camp, while the Secret Party originally only had one. But now there was an additional Death Apostle Family, and one of the Scepter Families in the Light Party turned against them for unknown reasons, causing the Scarlet Moon Death Apostle to escape with serious injuries, and his whereabouts were unknown. As for the last family, it was actually a rising family that was not counted as part of the Scepter Families.
And the family that Lars belonged to was actually one of the Five Scepters in the Secret Party.
That was why he could gather so many vampire henchmen, and that was why he could invite Colt to come and hunt the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds together.
"In the Scarlet Moon Clan's Family Headquarters, it's said that a few of the masters couldn't find the legendary Scarlet Moon Holy Technique. It's said that the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique is a top-level Holy Technique with the fastest purification speed, and the success rate is also extremely high. Perhaps this is the real reason why the major forces are so active in searching for and killing the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds. "
Colt smiled and pointed out Lars' purpose.
Actually, he was also here for the Holy Technique. After all, the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique was a Death Apostle level Holy Technique. In a situation where the three Death Apostle leaders were busy, if he did not take the opportunity to quickly find the Holy Technique to upgrade himself, he might not have such a good opportunity in the future.
"I've fought with the previous few people many times, and according to my judgment, it's very likely that the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique is in the hands of that Blood Breed called Pritto," Lars lowered his voice and said.
"Oh?" Colt was interested. "Would something as important as a Holy Technique be placed in the hands of a normal Lower Level Blood Breed? That's not very realistic, is it? "
"That's why Lord Scarlet Moon would place it in the hands of a Lower Level Blood Breed …" Lars smiled meaningfully.
Colt was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted.
Indeed, when everyone thought that way, they thought that it was impossible to place it in the hands of a Lower Level Blood Breed. If they were to put in a little effort on this Blood Breed and give him some life-saving means, then he could easily escape the search and capture net …
Thinking about it this way, perhaps the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique really could be in the hands of Pritto …
Colt's originally bored mood was suddenly stirred up slightly. If he had the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique, perhaps he could break through the bottleneck in front of him in one fell swoop and safely advance to Middle Level.
"If we get the Holy Technique, how do we split it?" Colt looked at Lars.
"The three of us are the best of friends, so the Holy Technique will naturally be shared, but it's only limited to the three of us. How about it?" Lars had obviously thought about it long ago.
As for the other vampires who were driving the car, they were all descendants developed directly by them and were completely under his control, so there was no need to worry. Moreover, as the Blood Breeds of the upper level, they would receive a greater upgrade, which would also give these vampires a more stable backing, allowing them to develop more online forces. This was something that would benefit everyone. Naturally, they would not leak the secret.
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