The castle, not large in size, was enchantingly beautiful. Ancient trees that had become part of the courtyard and neatly tended flower beds indicated centuries of meticulous care.
After a brief thought, Qian Ye began to slowly approach the vampire castle, intending to observe the family’s strength.
In a small square on the side of the castle, several airships were docked, barely fitting into the limited space, clearly indicating that such a large number of ships were unusual. Vampires constantly entered and exited the castle, with two guards standing ramrod straight at the entrance.
Qian Ye silently counted for a moment, then frowned slightly. The number of upper-class vampires he saw far exceeded what a castle of this size should have. Even if a marquis lived here, combining his direct descendants and private army, the numbers still wouldn’t match up.
Clearly, this castle had become a transit base.
As night fell, teams of vampires emerged from the castle, swiftly disappearing into the mountains. Simultaneously, another team of vampires entered the castle for rest from the other direction.
Qian Ye watched for a while, resisting the urge to capture one. Vampires are highly disciplined, especially when moving in such organized formations. If one of them disappeared without reason, they would immediately deduce that an enemy was nearby.
After a while, Qian Ye began to change his observation position. Once he understood the vampires’ entry and exit patterns, he quietly followed one team deeper into the mountains.
This team consisted of over a dozen vampires, all wearing black trench coats, with a blue flame-shield emblem embroidered in dark red on their cuffs, indicating they were from the same clan. Led by a knight, they moved silently through the forest, covering a considerable distance without a single word.
As dawn approached, the team reached a valley where a small camp was set up, complete with resting and supply facilities.
Several vampires were already busy in the camp. Some were preparing food, while others were cleaning their origin guns and armor.
Among those preparing food, one was chopping meat, and the other dragged a man out of a cage, hanging him on an iron rack. Then, the vampire inserted several hollow needles into the man’s arteries, causing blood to gush out and fill waiting tin cans on the ground.
Qian Ye, hidden on a distant hill, could see everything in the camp clearly, even the sparkling hair accessories on a young vampire’s fluttering strands, thanks to his dark vision.
What Qian Ye saw was the cutting of human flesh—fresh human flesh!
In a corner of the camp, several large cages held dozens of humans, all numb and slow-moving. These were humans kept as food, fully resigned to their fate.
The man on the rack, nearly bled dry, struggled to gasp for air, unable to make a sound. A vampire came, took the tin cans of blood, and then cut the man’s flesh directly.
The nearly dead man suddenly convulsed, letting out a painful scream, but soon fell silent. His body was methodically carved into portions, ready to be served.
These vampires were not just from the Founder faction; they were the most radical and cruel, the Blood Feast faction. They not only drank blood but also ate human flesh, deriving pleasure from the agony and screams of their victims.
Qian Ye’s face turned ashen, his breaths growing long, with occasional wisps of crimson origin power rising from his body.
This wasn’t his first encounter with the Blood Feast, and he had seen larger, more brutal feasts. Yet, each time, the rage and sorrow burned intensely within him.
This was the irreconcilable enmity between humans and vampires, born from the daily atrocities.
Qian Ye forced himself to calm down and keep his hands off his weapon. It wasn’t the right time to act. Even if he killed all the vampires in the camp, he couldn’t save the humans and would reveal his position.
Moreover, there were likely powerful dark race guardians in the area. If alerted, even if Qian Ye escaped, he couldn’t return to search for the True Sight Eye.
The vampires entered the camp, relaxed, and sat down to feast on the fresh human flesh. Their goblets, filled with both blood and wine, added to the grisly scene.
As Qian Ye prepared to leave, a sudden disturbance occurred.
A vampire going to fetch water at the stream was suddenly lifted off the ground!
He thrashed wildly, clutching his throat, but it seemed as if invisible ropes pulled him higher. As his struggles intensified, a massive gush of blood erupted from his neck, and his head flew off.
The commotion at the stream alarmed the resting vampires. They drew their weapons, searching for the attacker. Suddenly, several more vampires were yanked off the ground, cut into pieces by unseen forces, and thrown into the air.
Qian Ye finally noticed countless transparent threads slicing through the air, binding and dismembering the vampires with unimaginable sharpness.
The camp’s leader, a vampire knight, reacted quickly, cutting the threads with his sword and firing his gun into the nearby woods.
Origin bullets rained into the trees, tearing branches and felling ancient trunks. From the falling debris, a massive figure emerged—a spider demon. Its lower body was arachnoid, with blue scales covering its abdomen.
Despite the knight’s shot hitting the demon’s abdomen, the wound was minor due to its strong defenses. The spider demon extended a hand, releasing dozens of transparent threads that ensnared the vampires. It also left a trail of webs. A vampire advancing on the demon was instantly trapped in a web and struggled in vain.
The spider demon cackled and swung its ax, cleaving the high-ranking vampire in two.
The blood knight, enraged, shouted, “What are you doing?”
The spider demon licked its lips and snarled, “What do you think? Killing you all!”
The knight, eyes glowing red, roared, “Then die first!” He unleashed his full potential, firing repeatedly at the demon. Though some shots hit, the demon hurled its ax, bisecting the knight.
The spider demon moved to the knight’s corpse, dug out his heart, and ate it.
With near-commander-level strength, the spider demon controlled its threads for both attack and defense. The vampires, ambushed and halved, were no match. After the knight’s death, the situation deteriorated, with some forming an attack formation and others fleeing.
Qian Ye shook his head. Fleeing from the demon was futile. Sure enough, the fleeing vampires were either hoisted and sliced or stuck in hidden webs. The attacking vampires were brutally slaughtered.
Each slain vampire’s heart was consumed by the demon. Qian Ye noticed old scars on the demon, one almost splitting its abdomen. These weren’t from the camp’s vampires.
Qian Ye realized the demon, possibly once a viscount, had been severely wounded and was desperately trying to heal by devouring hearts.
The dark races in the area were clearly not united but harbored deep animosity.
Qian Ye silently approached the camp. The spider demon, engrossed in eating hearts, didn’t notice him.
Qian Ye, using his dark vision to navigate the webs, carefully entered the camp. With twin pistols, he fired antimagic silver bullets, creating large holes in the demon’s body.
The demon let out a shrill scream, wrapping itself in white threads for defense. It turned to Qian Ye, roaring but unable to move. Its back, charred and smoking, was vulnerable to the fiery threads.
The demon, after a few steps, collapsed but managed to shoot a thread at Qian Ye.
Qian Ye, stepping back, used his blade to cut the thread. The demon, enraged but weak, could no longer fire.
Qian Ye sliced through the webs, closing in. Pointing his blade at the demon’s throat, he coldly asked, “Why did you kill them?”
The demon, staring at the knife, rasped, “Which clan are you from?”
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