In another valley, Qian Ye lay hidden in the grass, peering through the gaps between the blades at the approaching vampire warrior. The warrior kicked a thread, which triggered a mechanism, causing a tin-foil package to burst open, igniting a bright silver flame.
The vampire reacted swiftly, turning his head and closing his eyes as soon as the flash began. His eyes were not severely injured. He quickly retreated, then opened his eyes again, searching for the hidden enemy.
But Qian Ye did not give him a chance to recover. As the warrior retreated, Qian Ye leapt up, throwing another tin-foil package. When the vampire opened his eyes, he saw the tin-foil package a few meters away. Qian Ye tugged the thread, and a flash of light ignited right before the vampire’s eyes!
The vampire let out a cry, instinctively covering his eyes with his hands.
Qian Ye pulled out his Cole pistol, gripping it tightly. Despite the powerful recoil, he managed to steady himself and fired all seven bullets in the magazine.
All the bullets hit the vampire’s hands and face, but none could penetrate his hands covering his eyes. Two bullets that hit his jaw embedded in the bone, but failed to pierce through.
Qian Ye was startled by the strength of this body!
At this distance, firearms could not penetrate—this was the constitution of a high-level vampire, one that only veteran black scorpions could match. If Qian Ye encountered such a high-level warrior, he would have no chance in a direct confrontation.
But from the intensity of the dark force and the combat reaction speed, this vampire was clearly only a level two warrior. Could it be that he possessed some special, powerful ability? Qian Ye’s thoughts raced, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger one last time.
The vampire staggered back, screaming. The bullets, coated in silver, immediately began to corrode his flesh upon entering. But Qian Ye knew that his bullets were only cheaply silver-coated, not pure silver, which was controlled military material. The silver-coated bullets only exacerbated the injuries, not enough to be fatal.
Qian Ye lunged forward, a blur in front of the vampire, then ghosted behind him, driving a silver-coated knife into his back, piercing his heart, and swiftly retreating.
The vampire let out a howl, struggling for a moment before collapsing.
Qian Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling deeply exhausted. The battle had been brief but had drained nearly half of his dark force. He had used every trick and tactic to achieve this victory.
But the vampire’s cries must have alerted others, making future ambushes more difficult.
Qian Ye continued to search the corpse, finding a gold badge in the vampire’s pocket, engraved with a crescent and a scepter. Qian Ye had never seen this symbol, perhaps it belonged to an ancient family.
He pocketed the badge and also gathered some crystal currency used among the dark races.
Finally, Qian Ye pried off the vampire’s fangs.
This time, he examined them carefully. These fangs were longer than those he had found on lower-level vampires, and their texture was more refined and translucent. The holes for blood-sucking and venom injection were also slightly wider. These differences confirmed that this was not an ordinary vampire, but a high-level warrior.
But why had a high-level warrior suddenly dropped from level six to level two? There must be another reason, perhaps related to the pursuit of Yuetong.
After some thought, Qian Ye left a few traces behind and quietly departed.
With two high-level warriors killed, the noble vampire would not let the hunter go easily. These traces might mislead the vampire lord about Qian Ye’s strength.
The traces also carried Qian Ye’s scent, which a sharp-nosed vampire could follow. This was Qian Ye’s goal—to lure the noble vampire.
Far away, Yuetong felt a slight surprise as another Blood Chain broke. She began to think that this Qian Ye might be worth a second look. Though weak, he was clearly cunning. Just killing two elite vampire warriors was a feat comparable to an experienced vampire hunter.
About half an hour after Qian Ye left, a handsome young man appeared in the valley, frowning at the vampire’s corpse. Behind him stood four more vampires, all looking nervous.
Dressed in a formal evening suit, every detail impeccable, he seemed ready for a ball. Under the Blood Moon, his boots gleamed.
He turned to a middle-aged vampire, sneering, “Is this the elite you’ve trained? Not only did they fail to catch Yuetong, but they were killed by a weak human! You’ve disgraced our family!”
The vampire mumbled, “Lord Wilde, their powers were suppressed by the Blood Chains.”
Wilde pointed to the wound, sneering, “Even suppressed, they were still level two! Look at this wound—this human is only level two. Don’t tell me your decades-trained elites can’t even beat an equal-level human! Are you saying this little bartender in town is a Fallen Angel or from an elite corps like the Shining Sword, Red Scorpion, or Flame Tip?”
The vampires were speechless under his relentless questioning.
Wilde laughed, “This guy must die. But I doubt you can do it. I’ll handle it myself.”
The captain was shocked, “Sir, you need to deal with Yuetong!”
Wilde said arrogantly, “She won’t escape. Even if she and this boy are waiting, do you think a level two human can affect our battle? Absurd.”
Wilde glanced at the vampires, then looked west, a twisted smile forming, “Ah, the holy blood’s scent brings interesting news. Unbelievable, the noble Yuetong is coming here. Is she planning to join forces with this boy? A level two human?”
Wilde emphasized “level two” mockingly.
The captain said, “Sir, please be careful!”
“Cautious?” Wilde’s smile grew fierce, “Even if I don’t catch Yuetong, she won’t escape. Other unpleasant dogs are close. This area is their playground!”
“Wolf Clan? And Miss Yuetong…?”
Wilde cut him off, “My orders are to bring Yuetong back, alive or dead!”
Wilde didn’t plan to work with the four warriors. Suppressed to level two, they would only slow him down. He was still a level five, a match for Yuetong.
There was no place for a level two insect in their battle. Still, he would enjoy killing the insect before facing Yuetong, knowing it would annoy her.
Just imagining the insect writhing in a pool of blood filled Wilde with perverse pleasure.
But soon, Wilde realized the hunt was far from pleasant.
Following the scent, Wilde stopped at the remains of a massive battleship, his expression sour.
The ruined ship was over a hundred meters tall and more than a kilometer long, a mainstay of the Human fleet during the Dawn War. It now lay as a small city’s wreckage.
The insect was clearly cunning, choosing this as a hiding spot.
Amid the stench of metals and other materials, Wilde grimaced, stepping into a power conduit.
The conduit was spacious, allowing him to bend and move inside.
Wilde traveled through the vast conduit, reaching the other end, only to find a piece of fabric. But the scent was fresher, the insect had left less than twenty minutes ago.
Wilde chased at blinding speed, a shadow across the wasteland.
Moments later, Wilde stopped, his expression darker. He sensed the insect ahead. The battlefield was set, though Wilde saw it as a grave for the insect.
On the other side, Yuetong arrived. Both could sense each other, but her expression was no better.
Qian Ye chose the largest ruin and dump near Beacon Town as the battleground.
The stench was overwhelming, mixed with garbage, abandoned factories, and warship debris. This area, once a graveyard for airships, had become a complex junk mountain.
For a high-level vampire with a sensitive nose, this place was worse than hell.
Wilde’s expression was grim, but he wouldn’t give up. Two high-level vampires had died, and as their superior, he had to avenge them.
“Insect, hide well. Don’t let me find you!” Wilde muttered, stepping into the trash.
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