The scale of the castle is small, and the environment is very beautiful. The towering ancient trees and field-like flowers that have become a scene in the courtyard can be seen to have been operated for at least hundreds of years.
After thinking for a while, Qianye began to approach the Blood Clan Castle slowly, intending to observe the strength of this family.
On the small square on the side of the castle, there are several airships parked. The venue is not big, and it is crowded. Obviously, there will not be so many airships at ordinary times. Blood races kept coming and going in and out of the castle, and two blood race guards stood erect at the gate.
Qianye counted silently in his heart for a while, then frowned slightly. The number of high-ranking blood races he saw far exceeded the scale that a castle should have. Even if there is a marquis living here, the direct descendants and the private army together cannot reach this number.
Apparently the castle has been turned into a staging base.
As the night gradually fell, groups of blood races walked out of the castle and quickly disappeared into the direction of the mountains. At the same time, another group of vampires came from outside the mountain and entered the castle to rest.
Qianye looked at it for a while, and resisted the thought of grabbing someone alive. The blood race is a very strict creature, especially when the queue is as clear as before. If a companion disappears for no reason, it will be inferred immediately that an enemy has sneaked nearby.
After a while, Qianye began to move his observation position, and after familiarizing himself with the entry and exit rules of the blood clan teams, he quietly followed one of the teams and gradually went deep into the mountainous area.
There are more than ten people in this blood clan, all of them are wearing black trench coats, with a blue flame square shield badge embroidered with dark red silk thread on the cuffs, obviously they are warriors of the same clan. Led by a jazz, they walked through the mountains and forests silently. They walked for most of the night without talking to each other.
When it was almost dawn, the blood clan came to a valley. There is a small camp here, complete with rest and supply facilities.
There are already several blood races in the camp, and they are all busy. Some were preparing food, while others were cleaning force guns and weapons and armor.
Among the two vampires who were preparing food, one was chopping some meat, and the other dragged a man out of the cage and hung him on the iron frame next to him. Then the blood clan pierced several hollow needles into the man's artery, and the blood immediately gushed from the other end of the tube and fell into the tin cans that had been placed on the ground.
Qianye is now lying on a hill in the distance. Although they were far away, his dark vision still allowed him to see everything in the camp clearly, and he could even make out the crystal hair ornament on the tip of a blood girl's fluttering hair.
So Qianye saw that what the vampire cut was human flesh! Fresh human flesh!
In the corner of the camp stood a few large cages, in which dozens of people were imprisoned. All of them looked numb and moved slowly. These are all human beings raised by the blood race. As food, they have known their fate for a long time and have completely given up struggling.
The blood of the man hanging on the wooden frame was almost drained, and he opened his mouth wide to inhale with difficulty, and he couldn't even make a sound. A blood warrior came over, took away the tin can containing blood, then picked up a dagger, and cut directly on the man.
The dying man suddenly jumped up and screamed in pain. This was just the last struggle, and his voice soon disappeared. His body fell into the plate with a knife and a knife, and turned into a big dish that was about to be served on the table.
These blood races are not only the ancestors, but also the blood feast party that is the most radical and cruel to humans. They not only suck blood, but also feed on humans. For these blood races, seeing the painful expressions of human beings and hearing the screams are the best condiments.
Qianye's face was livid, his breathing was slowly stretched, and occasionally there was a streak of crimson origin force rising from his body.
It was not the first time he had seen a blood feast, nor had he seen a blood feast that was bigger and crueler than before. But every time I see such a scene, the anger and sadness from the bottom of my heart are always so deep.
This is the irreconcilable hatred between humans and vampires, which comes from every bit of daily life.
Qianye tried his best to slow down his breathing, and forced his hands to leave Eagle Strike. Now is not the time to act. Even if he can kill all the blood races in this camp, he will not be able to finally rescue these humans who are used as food, and will even expose their whereabouts.
And this mountain area must be guarded by strong men of the dark race. Once they are alarmed, even if Qianye can escape, he will not be able to come in to look for the pupil of true seeing.
The blood race team entered the camp, visibly relaxed, unloaded their equipment one after another, sat down at the dining table, and ate fresh human flesh. The goblet was filled with scarlet liquid, some were blood, some were wine.
Qianye was about to leave when something happened suddenly.
A blood warrior who was going to fetch water from the stream suddenly rose from the ground!
He struggled desperately, scratching his throat with both hands, but it seemed as if he was being hung higher and higher by an invisible rope. As his movements intensified, a large amount of blood suddenly spewed out from his neck, a crack gradually expanded, and finally his head flew high.
The sudden change by the stream alarmed the blood warriors resting in the camp, and they drew out their weapons one after another, looking for the attacker. However, several soldiers among them suddenly left their feet off the ground, and were bound by invisible forces and pulled up into the sky. In a blink of an eye, streaks of blood appeared on them, and these blood warriors instantly split into several pieces of flesh and blood, which were thrown into the air.
At this moment, Qianye finally discovered that there were countless transparent silk threads criss-crossing in the air, and it was they that entangled the blood warriors and lifted their powerful bodies into the air. These transparent silk threads are extremely tough and have unimaginable cutting power, easily dismembering the strong blood warriors.
The leader of this camp is a blood jazz. He reacted very quickly. He swung his sword and cut off all the transparent silk threads around his body.
One after another, the Force bombs shot into the woods like a gust of wind and rain, causing branches and leaves to fly horizontally, and several ancient trees fell down with a roar.
At this time, a huge figure slowly stepped out from among the broken branches and leaves, it turned out to be a spider demon. Its lower body turned into a spider, and the spider's belly was covered with patches of blue natural scales.
The scales are very thin, but their defensive power is quite excellent. Blood Jazz hit the spider's stomach with a solid shot, but only left a wound more than one meter long and as deep as a palm. This wound was placed on the body of the huge Nerubian, so it could only be regarded as a minor injury.
The nerubian stretched forward with one hand, ejected dozens of transparent spider threads, and continuously entwined towards the blood warrior. In addition, wherever he passes, large spider webs will appear automatically. A blood warrior rushed towards the nerubian from the left, but as soon as he stepped on the spider web, he was stuck tightly, no matter how hard he struggled, he was unable to break free.
The Nerubian let out a smirk, swung the big ax with his left hand, and chopped the high-ranking blood warrior into two pieces.
Blood Sir was startled and angry, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
The spider demon licked his lips and said with a sinister smile, "What are you doing? Of course I want to kill you all!"
Blood Sir's eyes flashed red, and he roared angrily, "Then you should die first!"
Bloody rays of light glowed all over his body, and he fully stimulated his potential. The force gun roared continuously, bombarding the nerubian continuously. The spider web opened by the Nerubian blocked half of it, but it was hit several times in a row. The spider demon let out a loud shout, and threw the huge ax in his hand, cutting the blood knight in half.
The nerubian moved to the blood knight's body, leaned over and dug out his heart, threw it into his mouth, and began to chew.
This spider demon has the strength close to that of a general, and the ability to manipulate spider silk is both offensive and defensive, and it is extremely powerful. And the blood clan was attacked from the very beginning, and more than half of them were killed or injured. After Blood Lord died in battle, the situation collapsed completely. Some fighters formed an attack formation and roared towards the Nerubian, while the other fighters fled in all directions.
Seeing this, Qianye shook his head secretly. Facing this nerubian whose natural ability is to manipulate spider silk, it is impossible to escape. I don't know how long it has been lurking around, and how many traps it has set up.
Sure enough, the fleeing vampires were either strangled in the air by the spider silk, or were stuck by the spider web that appeared at an unknown time, making them unable to move anymore. As for the blood warriors who rushed towards the nerubian for melee combat, they were all beheaded by the nerubian with a crushing advantage.
Every time the spider demon kills a vampire, it will immediately dig out the heart and swallow it directly. At this time Qianye discovered that many of the criss-cross lines on the spider demon's body were traces of old wounds, and one of them even crossed the entire spider's abdomen and almost cut it in half. These wounds were not left by the blood warriors in this camp.
Qianye suddenly realized that this spider demon might have reached the level of Viscount, but it was only due to an unexplained serious injury that its strength dropped. Even so, its special combat skills were still there, killing all the blood warriors in the entire camp under the sneak attack.
The Nerubians greedily devoured the blood race hearts one by one, as if the doomsday would come in just a moment, obviously it was very eager to heal its wounds.
The hearts of the vampires and werewolves, the magic hub of the nerubian, and the original furnace of the devil are all the core organs where the original force of their respective bodies gathers. Swallowing a large amount at a critical moment can indeed quickly recover from injuries. But the problem is that this energy absorption method is extremely wasteful, and there are no small troubles. The nerubian's injury was obviously extremely heavy, so it used this drastic method to seek recovery.
It seems that the dark races operating in this vast mountain area are not monolithic, on the contrary, they have deep hatred with each other.
Qianye's heart skipped a beat, and he began to approach the camp without making a sound. The spider demon only cared about the vampire corpses, dug out the hearts and ate them, without paying any attention to the movement around it.
In fact, except for the untriggered traps it had set up near the camp, the Nerubian's body was covered with dense spider webs within tens of meters, making it almost impossible to sneak attack.
However, Qianye had already confirmed the distribution range of the spider webs with his dark vision. At this moment, he cautiously entered the camp through the gap, and barely stopped outside the spider webs on the ground behind the Nerubian.
Qianye took out the twin flowers, pressed them into the demon-breaking mithril bullet, and then activated the primordial wings, the two spears merged into one, and amidst the roar, the demon-breaking mithril bullet instantly opened a big hole in the nerubian's body.
The spider demon suddenly let out a hysterical scream, and the transparent spider silk quickly turned white, and crazily rolled up its body to form a defense. He turned his head and stared at Qianye, growling and trying to pounce, but his body had already lost strength. The Nerubian's entire back was scorched black, as if it had been scorched by a raging fire, and the swirling spider silk would turn into ashes as soon as it touched it.
The spider demon only took two steps before falling headlong to the ground, but he still stretched out his right hand reluctantly to Qianye, and a spider silk flew out.
Qianye took a step back, pulled out his crimson fangs, and slashed down in front of him. With a shake of his hand, he cut off the spider's thread like a broken steel bar. The spider demon roared unwillingly, but couldn't shoot the second spider web anymore.
Qianye continued to slash down with his saber, and there was a sharp sound of silk splitting in the air, and a passage was torn out of the densely packed spider web.
Qianye approached the distance of an assault, and the sharp edge of the Crimson Fang pointed at the Nerubian's throat, and said coldly: "Why kill them?"
The spider demon stared at the dagger in Qianye's hand, and asked hoarsely, "Which clan do you belong to?"