Mystical Journey

Jii!!

Fresh blood spilled out from a person’s neck, spraying over several meters away like a miniature geyser.

In the wide plains, a red shadow descended from the sky swiftly and landed upon the grasslands, before it elegantly flicked off the blood on the nails.

Puu!

The last person’s corpse fell to the ground. On this area of the plains, there were many corpses from unknown forces, all dressed in armored attires while gripping onto weapons like firearms and daggers. The blood flowed across the soil and dyed the plains a rusted red.

Dahm was wearing a bright red cloak with red nail polish on his pointed nails, while his lips were dyed an odd blackish-purple shade. He was indulging in his great work at this moment.

"Marshal, Leader Mafa is just right ahead, our tracking signal showed that he’s nearby," one baldy with a face full of scars reported while smiling, amongst a crowd of followers.

"What about the Four Hunting Generals?" Dahm licked the blood off his fingertips with some satisfaction.

"They’re already heading over and should have engaged Mafa’s people, but the leader Mafa is a bit hard to deal with, after all, he’s from a thousand-year-old family. Some forms of retaliation power will definitely be in place," the bald giant continued answering warily.

"They are all either heavily injured or disabled, what’s there to worry? Let’s go too," Dahm said as he smiled and nodded.

After such a long period of preparation, their nemesis’ ringleader, Mafa Organization, had finally been cornered in this rural area by a meticulous plan filled with step-by-step calculations, which had finally borne fruit. So long as he could kill off these opponents, the entire Mafa Organization would be effectively destroyed, and ready for him to take over.

Suddenly Dahm activated the smart earbud in his right ears to receive an incoming call.

"Bring all your personnel here immediately to this location," a stone-cold voice spoke over the phone without any hesitation which was transmitted over the earbud.

Dahm’s smile then became a serious look.

"I’m actually conducting a very important act..."

"Do you not understand me?" that man’s voice was cold and cruel, as though it was a suppressed volcano, as it abruptly interrupted him.

Dahm’s face went red and he was speechless. After such a long period of planning, he could finally take down a strong rival at long last and expand his own financial empire, but now, in such a crucial moment, he wanted her to retreat?!!

"Yes....!" he was basically shivering all over as he pushed out this word from his throat.

Indeed, she dared not oppose that man, and she couldn’t either. This was an absolute order filled with overwhelming power.

The waypoint has been sent to your chip, you have half an hour," clack, and the phone disconnected.

Bam!

The earbud exploded as a result of him tightly gripping it. The shattered pieces were scattered everywhere.

Everyone was frightened, and a few subordinates couldn’t help but take a few steps backward, though their faces were still slashed by the shattered pieces. Even so, they did not dare to make a sound and could only endure the pain.

Dahm looked down and picked up a chip from amidst the debris and tossed it to a subordinate specializing in hacking.

"Everybody retreat, and head towards the location there."

The subordinates around her were stunned. This was such a pivotal moment, and if they could get through this, they could completely annihilate the Mafa Organization. The Four Hunting Generals have also formed an enclosure.

"But Marshal, the hunting generals are still..."

Pap!!

The person who spoke up had his skull gripped by Dahm.

Pap!!

His chest cavity was busted open in an instant and his flesh splattered all over the ground. As he screamed out loud, it slowly faded into silence.

Dahm kept his head lowered while putting down his hand. The subordinates around him were terrified to the point of shivering as they knew Dahm’s violent, cruel personality had acted up again. Nobody dared to utter a word, not even exhaling loudly.

The baldy beside her already noticed that his irises had turned blood red.

" Heh... hehehe..." Dahm began laughing in a deep tone.

"Did you not hear me? Retreat, retreat!!" He shouted.

His face paled, as he had never seen Dahm ever being this angry. He didn’t know who made him this angry, but the only thing he knew was that whoever stood in his path would definitely die.

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The rustling plains of the Central Region seemed like a yellowish-green carpet, which seemed wooly yet oddly flat.

In the middle of the plains was a ribbon-like white road with a grey base that extended over the hills and valleys of the plains.

Aside from the long-haul vacation buses that occasionally used that road, a convoy of pitch-black cars stood out and was very attention-grabbing. The convoy’s car surfaces were as smooth as mirrors, among the cars in the lead of the convoy.

Among them, one of the cars was slightly larger in size than the rest.

The car’s windows were lowered halfway and the warm breeze kept blowing into the car. Laars placed one arm over the car window as he savored the warm breeze greeting him.

"Ahh... The smell of the sun..."

He took a deep breath with a euphoric look.

"The Blood Breeds in the movies are all afraid of sunlight, you’ll make people feel uneasy like this, Lars," Another young man with short red hair teased Lars casually while flipping through a book, giving him a side gaze.

"But that’s just a movie," Lars laughed comfortably, "The blood Breeds in the movies were all handsome men who can charm a girl effortlessly, but in reality?"

"Speaking of which, how strong are the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds that we’re pursuing?" the red-haired man asked after he’d turned back to his book for a while.

"We have you, Kurt, why would we even need to be afraid of just a few low-level Blood Breeds?" Lars said as he laughed, "You’re already close to the advancement of mid-level Blood Breed. As a member of our clan, the thirteen Blood Breeds that have advanced in the recent hundred years would definitely include a seat just for you."

"You’re praising me too much," Kurt laughed in embarrassment.

"This isn’t a praise," Lars shook his head, "My only concern now is that we’ll lose the Scarlet Moons ahead of us."

"That’s okay, I can sense that they’re not far ahead..." Kurt shut his eyes and sensed something.

The internal conflict among the Blood Breeds was actually coming to an end, though only these pure Blood Breeds would have these sorts of insider news.

The leader of Light Party, Ashen Castine had been imprisoned thanks to the combined effort of the Secret Party Death Apostle leaders, in order for them to create a brand new world and to wipe out the last of Light Party survivors.

What was left was the conflict raised among the non-Death Apostles; the war had slowly been shifted towards them. At this time, different war prodigies excelling in the art of killing have been showcased, catching the eye of the Party.

Kurt was one of them.

Looking at Kurt who was engrossed in his book, Lars continued speaking in a regretful tone.

"To be honest, I have once tried to increase my own level too, intending to break free from the shackles of the Low-Level Blood Breed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t break through the bottleneck no matter how hard I tried."

Kurt laughed.

"Actually, you only need two requirements to advance, one is to increase your own blood purity by merging with a purer Bloodline Core. As long as this step is successful, you’ll be able to get some Bloodline essence of a higher level. With this small amount of essence, you can then feed the essence with large amounts of blood to let it grow to achieve the goal of advancement."

"Even though I made it sound easy, the actual heritage of the purifying process was actually hard to come by... The Gazing Eyes coupled with the clan’s commonly used Secret Technique ’Fresh Blood Cultivation’ was still too low of a level," Lars said regrettably, "If I had your Fifth Holy Technique.."

"I have sworn a Blood oath that I cannot share this family’s secrets," Kurt shook his head while smiling, "You know the rules set by the Clan Elders."

Holy Technique was a mysterious technique heritage that allows the Blood Breeds to purify their own blood to achieve a higher level. Each clan’s strongest heritage techniques were crowned with the title of a Holy Technique but in essence, only the six largest clans had Holy Techniques within the entire Blood Breed society, the Six Major Blood Breed Clans. Among them, all four Death Apostle Clans were in the ranks, while the two top-tiered Upper-Level Blood Breeds took the remaining two seats.

The top five clans were called the Five Staves of Power. Their influence and network were intertwined with every detail of the entire Blood Breed Society’s multiple facets. Among the Five Staves of Power, there were three clans supporting the Light Party, while Secret Party only had the backing of one. However, now that there was another Death Apostle clan and one of the main supporters of the Light Party had betrayed them for unknown reasons, it caused the Scarlet Moon Death Apostle to flee with heavy injuries and go into hiding. As for the final clan, they weren’t considered an actual thriving clan by the Staves of Power.

On that note, Lars’ clan was indeed the Secret Party supporter among the Five Staves of Power.

That was how he could gather so many vampires under his wing, as well as the reason he managed to invite Kurt to pursue the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds.

"Within the Scarlet Moon Clan’s headquarters, the elders have claimed that the legendary Scarlet Moon Holy Technique is nowhere to be found. It’s said that the Scarlet Moon Holy technique is a Holy Technique with the fastest speed of blood purification and an extremely high success rate. Perhaps this is why all the major powers are this enthusiastic about searching for and destroying the Scarlet Moon Blood Breeds."

Kurt smiled while reminding Lars on the actual mission objective.

To be honest, he was here for the Holy Techniques too. After all, Scarlet Moon Holy Technique was considered to be a Death Apostle grade Holy Technique, and in this situation where all three Death Apostles were unable to make time, they may very well lose the chance to look for another Holy Technique to advance.

"I have crossed fists with the few people ahead of us a few times, and according to my deduction, the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique would most likely be in the hands of the Blood Breed called Pritto," Lars spoke softly.

"Ohh?" Kurt’s interest was piqued, "A holy technique is such an important thing, why would it be with a regular low-level Blood Breed? It’s a tad unrealistic, no?"

"That’s why Sir Scarlet Moon would place it on a low-level Blood Breed..." Lars smiled as he hinted.

Kurt’s jaw dropped but he reacted soon after.

Indeed, when everybody was thinking of such contingency, they would definitely not place such documents on a low-level Blood Breed. If they put in a little effort on this Blood Breed and gave him some means to escape, that would make it very easy for this person to escape pursuit.....

If you think of it this way, then perhaps the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique could really be with Pritto...

Kurt, who was feeling disinterested in this matter was suddenly fuelled by passion. If he had the Scarlet Moon Holy Technique, perhaps he could break through the bottleneck in one go and safely advance to Middle-Level.

"How do we split the Holy Technique once it’s in our hands?" Kurt looked at Lars.

"The three of us were the best of friends. The Holy Technique will definitely be shared, but it’d only be among the three of us, how’s that?" Lars had obviously thought it through.

About the other vampires that were driving, they were all their direct descendants and were under their control, so they could rest easy. Plus, if them, as a higher level Blood Breed obtained greater advancements, it would trickle to these vampires as a stronger backbone support and would allow them to develop stronger network and influences, which would benefit everyone. Naturally, they wouldn’t leak this secret out.