Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1311 - 385 - Death Shadow_4

After the dust of war had settled, the Valenbuer Bat People were the first to turn on their former brethren who had failed to retreat to the Donau Wasteland. In the bloody July, all the Beamon civilians stranded on the vast plains of Kalimdo were slaughtered, except for a few who fled into the deep forests.

The fate of every traitor was the same: Beamon proverbs like "When the servant turns on his master, death comes calling" and "When the bow is hidden, betrayal is near" were coined for such traitors. Once the Valenbuer Bat People lost their usefulness, the humans immediately branded them "Vampires" and tried to exterminate the entire race. Only a few Valenbuer survived the massacre, forced to hide their identities and secretly subsist in the human world, living on tenterhooks.

From then on, though Aegean was vast, there was no escape for the Valenbuer. Humans wanted them dead; Beamon wanted them dead even more. The rest of the Wisdom Race held no fondness for such treacherous, vile characters. The bat people were thoroughly deprived of any chance to appear openly in any place in the Aegean Continent—their identity exposed meant certain death. Their frail physical condition also meant the Valenbuer were hardly able to retaliate.

But the bat people needed to drink blood!

Every "Awakened" bat person had an unusually intense craving for blood. This distinct dietary requirement made them significantly different from ordinary people; any carelessness would reveal their secret and lead directly to their death, with the Holy Vatican’s pyres ready for "Vampires."

In such times, life was extremely painful for the bat people. They longed to freely drink fresh blood and enjoy life rather than live in constant fear like thieves.

It was under these circumstances that the Demon Clan approached the Valenbuer Bat People.

There were many Space-Time Rifts on the Aegean Continent, with occasional tidal disturbances. It was quite normal for one or two Demon Clan members to slip into the Aegean Continent if they timed it right. Each year, the Saint Paul Church’s Holy Knights and Mage troops would eliminate several infiltrating demons.

When approached by the demons, the bat people, this traitorous race with the blood of war gods flowing in their veins, promptly agreed to the demons’ request—as the agents for the Demon Clan, the Valenbuer prepared everything for the invasion of the Aegean. After conquering the Aegean Continent, the demons promised all bat people noble status, allowing them to feast on the blood of the Aegean Continent’s Wisdom Race.

It was commonly believed that the higher the intelligence of the creature, the tastier its blood. If the blood of a Larza Beast was coarse food that filled the stomach, then human blood was a royal feast! This was a consensus among all Valenbuer.

For the Valenbuer, a race where betrayal was second nature and who would follow any leader who could provide, throwing themselves into the arms of the Demon Clan was not only the best but also the only chance for a dramatic resurgence. The bat people had no grounds to refuse, nor would they ever refuse!

The cold wind whined, chilling the dispirited Liu Zhen and King Sal to the core.

Fate was fickle; today, they controlled the life and death of the Mulanese in Kalimantan City, yet unexpectedly, a gleaming steel knife had also pressed against Beamon’s neck.

Liu Zhen dejectedly cursed aloud.

Just then, Yi Tiao and the Swan High Priest Mourinho, with a band of fierce and strong followers reeking of blood, strode in from outside the training ground.

From Mourinho’s expression, it was clear that he was very pleased with their latest conquest.

Liu Zhen grimly recounted the situation.

"Damn," Yi Tiao said.

"Impossible!" A spark of intensity flashed in Mourinho’s eyes.

"Dragon Priest and Phoenix Priest, it’s been many years since Beamon had talents like you. I once thought this was a sign of Beamon’s revival, but now it seems, could it be just a fleeting glimpse of hope before our downfall?" Grecke, King Sal, gave a wry smile repeatedly, his face suddenly seeming aged and dim. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Liu Zhen, Yi Tiao, and Mourinho all fell silent.

Yi Tiao picked at his nails, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Mourinho’s eyes lingered on the distant sky, where clouds as red as blood hovered.

Liu Zhen fumbled out a cigar but didn’t light it.

"Are you all frightened?" King Sal suddenly burst out laughing.

"Scared?" Mourinho sneered, casually flicking his golden robe sleeve. "Even if facing inevitable annihilation, we Beamon should still hold our noble heads high as we perish from this world!"

"Yi Tiao!" Liu Zhen then lit his cigar, took a satisfying drag and turned around, blowing a choking cloud of thick smoke right into the face of his ace fighter. "Since the Demon Clan is so damn audacious, why don’t you tell His Majesty how we’re going to respond?"

"F*ck, doesn’t that go without saying!" Yi Tiao viciously replied. "One word—fight!"