Chapter 642: Chapter 361: Red Wine Glass (2-in-1)
Under the pressure of death, the member of the Blood Race spilled out everything like beans being poured out, fearing that if he spoke one second slower, he would be dead on the spot.
"I can tell you where the nobles are keeping humans, I can take you there, spare my life, spare my life!"
The Blood Race wasn’t particularly strong, but his will to live was indeed strong, such that even in a life-and-death situation, his mind spun faster than a car wheel going at a hundred and eighty miles an hour.
This gave Hudson a jolt to his heart.
Alone for over twenty years, drifting across the sea, he never imagined that his relatives from childhood might still be alive.
Thinking of this, he felt the pressure of his Demon Exorcism Gun slacken somewhat...
After all, if he wanted to find his kin, he would probably have to rely on this guy to show the way...
The Blood Race, seeing Hudson’s expression, let out a silent sigh of relief.
Damn it, finally, a chance to survive...
Unfortunately, before he could completely relax, a calm voice instantly plunged him into an icy abyss, his face turning deathly pale.
"No need for him to guide us. I’ll help you find them one by one. Kill him."
Rogel said calmly.
As the words fell.
Hudson once again focused his gaze on the Blood Race.
And the Blood Race turned his gaze to Rogel, eyes filled with extreme despair and anger.
"How is it you can do everything?!"
The Blood Race nearly hysterically shouted at Rogel.
My will to live was already so strong, why won’t you let me live?!
These were his last words.
Hudson’s trust in Rogel was self-evident.
If he says he can do it, then he certainly can.
Given that, there’s no reason to let this scoundrel live.
As Hudson pulled the trigger of the Demon Exorcism Gun, the Blood Race’s head blew open, the foul-smelling blood and brains splattering onto Hudson’s face.
Finally, vengeance was achieved...
Hudson’s blood-colored pupils, for this moment, bore traces of human-like relief.
"Thank you, Rogel."
He turned to thank Rogel.
"It’s nothing."
Rogel replied casually.
He was most annoyed with those who said things like "If you kill me, you can’t do xx" or "Spare my life and I’ll do xx," such things felt like shackles.
When one’s own strength is lacking, dealing with such people is indeed troublesome.
But now it’s different.
Blasting this guy away with one shot, Rogel could still easily accomplish his goal.
One word, satisfying!
"Mira, have you finished writing?"
Rogel looked at Mira, who was scribbling away nearby.
"No, still missing a bit." Mira shook her head, frowning at her notes as if suffering from writer’s block.
She was, of course, writing down the history and insights of the Blood Race, compiling it all into volumes, and placing them in the largest library.
"Then I’ll take Hudson for a trip first."
Rogel said.
With that, he summoned the Black Tide, enveloping both himself and Hudson, and they vanished without a trace.
While Mira and her group temporarily stayed within the Blood Race territory, they were under the protection of Rogel’s power and wouldn’t be in danger.
...
Red Wine Glass.
It’s hard to imagine, but this is actually the name of a country.
However, it’s a country within a country, located right beneath the Floating Imperial City island of the Blood Empire Imperial City.
Above it, a blood-colored barrier formed a hemisphere, firmly covering the ground and completely separating it from the Imperial City below.
And at the top of this hemisphere, a blood-colored pillar of light connected the Floating Imperial City.
Overall, it indeed looks a bit like an upside-down "Red Wine Glass" on the ground.
"What a play."
Rogel clicked his tongue.
"...Is it in there?"
Hudson looked to Rogel, asking with some trepidation on his face.
It was the first time Rogel saw such an expression on his face.
"Mm, they’re alive."
Rogel nodded, getting straight to the point, and shared the results of his inference.
This caused a wave of emotion within Hudson, who took a deep breath before daring to follow Rogel inside.
...
Inside the Red Wine Glass.
The blood-colored sky painted everything in an eerie crimson.
The Sub-dragon howled in a secluded corner, while a bound Yudona remained silent in the shallow waters.
Within the "Red Wine Glass," besides the most humans, there were various intelligent races whose "blood meals" were intoxicating to the Blood Race.
A woman carried a bucket of dirty clothes, silently washing them beside the river.
She seemed accustomed to the apocalyptic scene, as if it were routine.
The surrounding howls of dragons or other strange sounds failed to catch her attention.
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
However, when a faint, distant tolling rang out, her hands, which were washing clothes, suddenly froze.
Whoosh whoosh...
From the sky came the sound of countless bat wings flapping.
A swarm of blood-colored bats swooped towards the city’s center like a storm cloud.
Watching this scene, the woman suddenly clenched the clothes in her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Found it."
Amidst her silent tears, a voice suddenly echoed.
Rogel and Hudson emerged from the Black Tide.
Following Rogel’s gaze, Hudson looked over.
Seeing the weeping woman before him, Hudson remained silent, as if something blocked his throat, preventing him from speaking.
And the woman, staring at Hudson, paused in disbelief: "Are you..."
Hudson opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.
Rogel narrowed his brow slightly.
"Wait for me, I’ll be back shortly."
Leaving these words, Rogel’s body transformed into a swift black mist, disappearing towards the town center.
...
At the center of the town.
On a towering altar, two young girls were tightly bound, dressed in thin garments, securely fastened by special devices, exposing their white necks.
Beside the altar, a middle-aged King wearing a crown and a peculiarly dressed Priest were performing a complicated ceremony.
Their eyes turned skyward, seemingly awaiting the arrival of something.
Whoosh whoosh...
Until the bats’ wingbeats drew near, the King’s eyes suddenly shone brightly.
In the next moment, numerous blood-colored bats formed a storm, and with a creaking sound, a figure stepped out from the scarlet tempest.
This was a female Blood Race, wearing a blood-colored outfit akin to a tight-fitting cheongsam, draped with a fur cloak, moving with elegant steps, her snow-white thighs partly hidden in view...
"Noble master, these are the fresh blood meals we’ve prepared for you. We hope you’ll like them..."
The King and the Priest bent over and cautiously spoke with humility.
At the sight of these two men—a King and a Priest of old and middle age— the female Blood Race’s eyes turned cold: "Get lost, don’t ruin my appetite."
Hearing these words, the two promptly left, taking with them a group of guards.
The guards in this Red Wine Glass weren’t for protecting its citizens.
They were there to prevent disobedience among its people.
Once the unpleasant group left.
The female Blood Race approached the two girls with gentle steps.
"Mmph mmph..."
Their mouths were covered.
One of them looked terrified, her chest heaving with muffled struggles.
The other girl appeared relatively composed, seemingly suppressing her inner tension.
The female Blood Race paced forward slowly, scanning them before stopping in front of the struggling girl. She extended a slender, pale hand, gripping the girl’s chin, then turned her head slightly to sniff at her neck.
"Mm~"
"What a delightful scent..."
She slightly curled her lips, seemingly provoked by the blood meal, her blood-red pupils growing narrower, and her two sharp fangs instinctively extending.
"Don’t worry, little girl..."
"After you die, I’ll often reminisce about your sweet taste in my mind..."
With these words, she opened her mouth, revealing crimson fangs, to bite down on the girl’s tender white neck.
Squish.
With the sound of penetrating skin, the girl felt two sharp fangs sink into her neck, and all her blood seemed to be drawn with a mad rush towards those fangs...
Her once full, fair skin visibly shriveled and sunken...
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