Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 26 The Immortal Seed (Part 2)
red.

The color of blood.

He shook his head, feeling dizzy.

Where am I?

A sharp pain shot through my chest and abdomen!
He groaned in panic, opened his eyes blankly, and all he could see was blood.

"Qi Ren, don't move, just hang in there! The ambulance is almost here." Just then, a gentle and familiar voice rang in her ears.

He calmed down for a moment.

But the next moment, the sharp pain in his chest and the dizziness in his head became more and more intense.

"Wu Qiren!" The voice grew increasingly frantic. "You can't die here! You—right, you haven't changed this world yet! How can you die in a place like this! You haven't changed the world, how dare you have my babies!"

Change the world? Have monkeys?

His mind cleared for a moment, and he took a deep breath, feeling much better.

Amidst the crimson blood, he forced a smile, enduring the excruciating pain.

"Being a 'chuunibyou' (a person with delusions of grandeur) is an illness—it needs—treatment

That familiar voice sounded like it was crying tears of joy.

But the voice, which was a mixture of laughter and tears, grew fainter and fainter.

Like a candle flame that's about to go out.

He suddenly panicked.

No.

Will not.

He smiled through the excruciating pain, wanting to call out to the voice and joke with her as usual.

However, he opened his mouth in confusion.

But he found that he couldn't remember her name.

Everything before my eyes was still blood red, and my whole body was getting hotter and hotter.

"puff!"

Thales fell onto a patch of grass.

He opened his eyes, fully waking up from the bloodlust.

"Damn it! What's going on!" The pale, blond man beside him cursed in shock and anger.

"How could so much blood have been consumed?" His tone was full of surprise and dissatisfaction.

Only Thales knew that when the blond man turned into blood and flew away at high speed, Thales found a fragment of memory. In the dream within the fragment, he seemed to have "lost control" once again.

This time, it seems that the displacement was caused by some of the blood that had been transformed from the blond man.
Thales lay on the ground, coughing dryly, as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster.

Fortunately, I've experienced motion sickness—well, motion sickness—before with Yodl.

He thought to himself, shook his head, and banished that unsettling crimson color from his mind.

“We’re almost there—is your injury still not healed? You’re not even familiar with the Blood Shadow Dance anymore.” The handsome blond man muttered, roughly grabbing Thales.

It's already dusk. So the sun has indeed set.
It's a bit cold, is this outside?

Thales then realized that they had landed on the grass beside a dimly lit path, and in front of them was a spacious manor with a large attached garden.

A flag also fluttered on the iron gate between the garden and the path, but overall, the estate seemed overgrown with weeds, as if the owners hadn't bothered to take care of it.

If it weren't for the fact that it's not as exquisite, it could easily rival the Mindis Hall.

That flag—Thales squinted and saw a strange three-petaled flower with red, blue, and green colors.

Thales recognized the flower—it was the favorite flower of Wu Qiren's first girlfriend.

Is this an iris?

Heraldry of the nobility?
Perhaps this is one of the "enemies" Gilbert was referring to.

This is terrible, I've fallen right into enemy territory.

"Hurry up! You short-lived brat!" The handsome blond man impatiently pushed him toward the manor.

Thales's mind began to race and reason.

It seems this blond-haired pretty boy can talk; he's not some untamed monster.

Furthermore, judging from the words he left behind when he kidnapped me:

"I was just going to stretch my muscles—"

"Thankfully, the sun is about to set—"

Fortunately, he was a rational guy—Tales pondered a solution, his JC dagger tucked into his waistband, but obviously he still couldn't count on anything like "putting the dagger to his neck."

He couldn't abruptly cut himself to inform Yodl and Gilbert; that would be too obvious and deliberate.

Then we'll have to start by gathering intelligence.

"Hey!" Thales turned around, angrily shaking off the blond man's hand. "Looking at your noble demeanor and bearing, shouldn't your words and actions match? Mind your manners!"

The blond man stopped in his tracks after hearing this.

"Politeness? Grace?" He grinned, deliberately revealing two pairs of menacing fangs. "Why be polite to food that's destined to be eaten?"

The blond man deliberately rubbed his sharp fangs in the air.

Sure enough, it looks a lot like the creature I remember.

However, Thales merely turned his head to observe the two fangs, then curled his lip in disdain and said, "You treat food so badly, it's clear you have absolutely no talent as a gourmet—psychological state and physical condition both affect the quality of food. What if your rude approach affects the taste of the ingredients?"

The handsome blond man froze for three seconds.

He had only made half of the ferocious expression on his face.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

“For your size, you’re quite bold, a short-lived little bastard,” he chuckled, “but you’re not the first daring prey. Don’t get your hopes up; you won’t escape.”

"So my flesh and blood are really delicious?" Thales gave an "I see" look, then unexpectedly lifted his leg and walked towards the manor.

Just as the man was about to grab the cub and head towards the manor, he saw the cub walking ahead.

Faced with food that seemed to have no intention of escaping (he didn't even bother to call it "prey"), the puzzled blond man wanted to scratch his head, but then he felt it was inappropriate to raise his hand halfway and had to lower it, quickly following Thales at a speed visible to humans.

"It's not flesh and blood, just blood—you must have been injured recently, right? The smell of blood is everywhere. Tsk tsk, it smells so good, I really want to take a bite."

The two of them continued walking forward.

"So how are you going to eat me? Gnaw me raw or just suck my blood? Which part will you start with? What are the seasonings?"

"The Tuvars are the ones who like to eat raw—they enjoy the howls of their prey. We usually just suck the blood, and we eat from the neck and the wrist. As for seasoning—wait, why am I telling you all this! You short-lived brat!"

The blond man stopped and looked at Thales with suspicion, his behavior clearly not that of a seven-year-old.

"I'm destined to be food, right? Isn't it a virtue to be polite to food that willingly sacrifices itself? Besides, food in a good mood might even taste better in its blood—"

"You—you're quite a strange food—you don't think this will make me let you go, do you?"

"This is a rare delicacy, of course it's one of the world's finest. Come, come, let's not stop, let's keep going. May I ask your name, sir?"

"Hey kid, why are you asking this? Want revenge?" The blond man stopped again, his suspicion and wariness towards the strange boy in front of him growing stronger.

"With your skills, getting revenge on you wouldn't be easy. Also, since you're going to eat me anyway, shouldn't you at least let me know my name? Don't you think it's rude to keep calling me 'hey, hey, hey' like that—uh, you're not some illegitimate child without a surname, are you? You should at least have a name, right?"

The blond man seemed to have his pride wounded by the last sentence.

He replied with pride and self-satisfaction: "My name is Istrom van Lyca Lister Corleone, First-Class Bloodline Knight of the Corleone family, Head of the Seven Branches of the Night Kingdom."

"Come on, let's keep going—so why do you call me a short-lived species?"

"Humans with a lifespan of less than 120 years, what are they if not short-lived? Even a young brat like you has at most 90 years left to live," Eastren said contemptuously.

"So you are, uh, 'long-lived species'? With lifespans much longer than ours?"

"Of course, the lifespan of vampires is infinite, which is beyond the comprehension of inferior, short-lived species!"

Thales silently absorbed all the information into his mind.

Eastren Corleone

Long-lived species, short-lived species.

The Kingdom of Night, the Corleone House.

Superior vampires.

And—and crucially—he didn’t seem interested in why I was in the Mindis Hall.

This might be the only chance of survival—oh, I almost forgot, he originally intended to "eat" me.

Thales and Eastren entered the manor. Thales narrowed his eyes: at the entrance, two fierce-looking men wearing red headscarves walked towards them.

The Blood Bottle Gang? What are they doing here?
"Why stop here? Wouldn't it be better to just fly in?"

"If it weren't for the Dance of Blood Shadows—cough cough—"

The handsome young man, Eastren, suddenly realized that the short-lived cub beside him could understand him, so he cleared his throat with a flourish and calmly continued:
"Hmph—if this weren't not our territory, I would have flown right in. But we are just guests, so we naturally need to maintain respect and courtesy to our hosts."

"He's a long-lived being who values ​​manners," Thales murmured to himself.

Two members of the Blood Bottle Gang stepped forward, their faces darkening as they looked at the two people, one large and one small: "Who goes there—"

But Eastren frowned, his face turned icy, and he interrupted them dismissively:
"Get out of here, you inferior short-lived species!"

Thales's face twitched, and he decided to take back what he had just said.

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a few minutes ago.

After the disastrous defeat in the "One Night War," Nekra, the leader of the eight superpowered warriors and one of the few leaders of the Blood Bottle Gang who rushed back to the capital day and night, spent the entire day after the battle in a state of utter chaos.

He had to hold the line until the other three superhuman warriors and the long-absent Blood Mage rushed back to the capital.

The first step is the cleanup of the "one-night war".

Aside from a spectacular explosion, the Air Mage vanished without a trace. His personal bodyguard, the sword-wielding madman, lay with Rolf, his upper body nearly ripped open. This led to the conclusion that Ashida had been killed, so Nekra needed to confirm whether the Brotherhood's three assassins—especially Black Sword himself—were in the capital before he could travel with peace of mind (in fact, Tinker, who had escaped from Red Street, always thought he was overthinking things; even if Black Sword was in the capital, he most likely wouldn't be interested in him).

Tinker and Niumen were among the few Blood Bottle Gang members who escaped back ("Damn it, only cowards survive to the end." - Nekra). They were both vague about what happened in Red Street, filled with fear and panic. Nekra gave up on his attempt to find out the truth. As for the grudge against the Air Mage, he would wait until the Blood Mage returned before deciding.

Having lost the lucrative and long-established Red Street, the Blood Bottle Gang's morale plummeted, and many ordinary members began to waver. Their clients—nobles, merchants, and even clandestine associates—while declaring their "deep friendship with the Blood Bottle Gang would never waver," drastically reduced business dealings, even withdrawing funds. Some even broke their promises after completing half-finished deals ("Damn it—calm down, stay calm—blood debts will be repaid!"—Neklava).

In other districts of the capital, the demoralized Blood Bottle Gang suffered repeated defeats against the unstoppable advance of the Brotherhood of the Underclass. It is easy to imagine that when the news spreads throughout the country, the struggles in each branch will present the same picture.

Secondly, the Kevin Deer family, one of the main backers of the Blood Bottle Gang and whose family crest is the tricolor iris, remained indifferent even after learning of their crushing defeat. They offered neither reinforcements nor reassurance, not even a penny of comfort. What Nekra resented most was that after all the dirty work they had done for the enemy throughout the country, when it came to the crucial moment, that Terminator Knight named Seychelles wouldn't even let him into the Duke's manor! And then, at noon, he gave Nekra a task: to "investigate the theft at Mindis Hall"—theft? Damn it, what part of his body looks like a guard or a private detective? Can't he just cut it off? Speaking of guards, Nekra was even more furious: Damn it, that big bastard in the XC District Guard Bureau, was he called Robbie or Lockby? He always looks all smiles, but at the crucial moment of the night's battle, he didn't even send reinforcements. What happened to the promised 'police-civilian cooperation'? That was bad enough. Nekra, barely containing his annoyance, asked him for a few corpses, but Nekra made all sorts of excuses. The most ridiculous thing was that he actually acted like a righteous crusader. After taking so much money from them, now he's here to uphold justice? Where was he before?! Talking about justice in front of Nekra? Which part of his body looks like that of a good person? Can't he just cut it off? Damn it, if this were before, Nekra would have dared to go to his house tonight and strip his wife naked and hang her on the west gate to use as a doorbell!
And Nekra needs to deal with this now—those three vampires from the Kevin Deer family were actually dumped by Iris at their Blood Bottle Gang's DC branch (actually, Vine Manor is also a Kevin Deer family property) and "well entertained"? Do you think they're treating lost puppies?! They need the blood of ten people a day! And they're demanding experts of at least Super Rank! Fine, just find Black Sword, knock him unconscious with a club, tie him up, and send him over! He's already sent over many Blood Bottle Gang members he doesn't like, and they're still not satisfied, forcing him to grovel before that big green-skinned guy for his corpse! What part of his body looks like an animal keeper's? Can't he just cut it off? What's most annoying is that those vampires aren't many, but they're incredibly arrogant and bossy, looking at Nekra like he's the little dog!
With such a bad mood, Nekra, accompanied by his entourage, entered the Vine Manor at nightfall. He casually waved to the Blood Vial gang members, whose faces were also pale, as a greeting.

He walked into the stone staircase of the manor owner's building, where faint cries and screams coming from underground made Red Viper's already terrible mood even more agitated.

Forcing himself not to think about the "food" in the dungeon (especially since many of them were his former colleagues and subordinates), Nekra walked up to the second floor with a livid face, pushed open the wooden door of the main hall, and looked at the people in front of him with displeasure—or rather, two people and their food.

A beautiful, fair-skinned, red-haired, sexy and alluring thirty-year-old woman dressed in aristocratic riding attire gently pushed away a man with dazed eyes.

The alluring woman licked the blood from her lips, gave Nekra a charming smile, and then extended her index finger to wipe the blood that had trickled down her chin.

The man who had been pushed away appeared to be just a civilian who had been abducted. Now, with his eyes glazed over and his skin deathly pale, he lay on the ground convulsing, his breathing growing weaker and weaker, clearly on the verge of death.

Inside the hall, at least seven or eight corpses lay dead, having died from excessive blood loss, with dried bloodstains scattered everywhere.

Blood dripped onto the ground and table, a soft, rustling sound that was utterly chilling.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in equally luxurious clothes, stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly waiting for the moon to rise.

"Oh my," a gentle voice came from the woman's mouth, her eyes lighting up, "You've brought us some good food? Are there twenty people? Are there any super-powerful beings? Are there any virgins? Are there any cubs?"

Those damn vampires!
Have they gone out hunting humans again?
“Miss Lorana! Mr. Chris! I was just about to tell you,” Nekra said, suppressing his displeasure and nausea, “the twenty corpses delivered this afternoon were already the limit. Our blood bank doesn’t have that many!”

The mention of the "blood bank" and the wails from the underground cells made even Nekra feel nauseous.

"Oh?" The alluring Lorana chuckled, and as her lips curved into a smile, a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes: "Can we eat the blood of those corpses? What we need is the blood of living people."

“Otherwise, seeing your Blood Bottle Gang members coming and going, I just can’t help it—” Lorana revealed her fangs beneath her lips, striking a seductive pose. Her index finger lightly touched her fangs, and under the ever-present light, combined with the bloody background, it had a strange and ferocious beauty.

“Please understand, distinguished guests, Yongxing City is, after all, the capital, and our capabilities are limited—” Nekra suppressed his anger and said softly with his head down.

"Oh dear, but that's not what the young and lovely Duke of Iris said: 'We have as many people and blood as we want! If he knew his loyal dog was treating his guests like this, wouldn't he refuse to give you any bones? Hehe—'"

A loyal dog?
bone?

I grass!

Listening to the sarcastic insults and condescending sarcasm, and recalling the attitude of the Duke of Iris after his defeat in the Battle of Red Street, as well as the humiliation he had suffered throughout the day, Nekra felt a fire burning in his heart.

"You fucking bitch—there's no one alive here!"

Ignoring the bloodstains on the table, Nekra slammed his hand down on the table and roared uncontrollably:

"Don't think I don't know! You vampires can live on the blood of the dead! You don't need the blood of the living at all! This is not five hundred years ago!"

"I risked my life to send so many living people and corpses, including a super-level being! And they still think it's not enough!"

"Eat it or leave it! I'm not easily intimidated! We'll go our separate ways! We'll bring our men and have a fight!"

"We are the Blood Vial Gang of the Star Kingdom, who 'pay for every blood debt'! We are not some Kevin Deer who 'die for his friends'!"

There was silence.

The only sound in the hall was the Red Viper's panting, still seething with rage.

Even Nekra's entourage was so frightened that they took a step back.

The next moment, Lorana's expression changed, she bared her fangs, her face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and her previously alluring, coquettish voice became sharp and wild:
"You lowly, short-lived bastard! I'm only being polite to you because of your master!"

"Blood from corpses? You can survive by drinking water, eating vegetables, and eating rotten flesh every day, so why do you need to eat meat and drink alcohol!"

"'Fight to the death'? That half-dead super-level in jail is just something you did to settle personal scores, and you asked us to help you with your internal affairs!"

"Talk to the Corleone family about 'paying for blood debts'? I can make you pay for it right now!"

Nekra's anger intensified. He gritted his teeth and yanked open his scarlet coat. The ferocious Lorana gave a sharp cry and leaped onto the chandelier above her head, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws like a feline!
Just as tensions were running high, the old man who had been looking out the window finally turned around.

"Lorana, mind your manners."

“Mr. Nekra, there’s no need for that. If we fall out, it’s Duke Janne who will be embarrassed.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone in the hall.

Chris Corleone—an old man with white hair—suddenly appears before Nekra.

Before the Blood Bottle Gang leader could react, the white-haired Chris casually reached out and patted Red Viper on the shoulder.

This move effectively silenced the Red Viper's pent-up rage.

Lorana landed on the ground, reverting to her alluring young woman persona. She chuckled softly, but her eyes still held a fierce glint.

“I’m sorry, they’re all young and don’t know how to control themselves.” Chris’s eyes were dark, and his wrinkled face was filled with gloom and silence.

Young? Nekra cursed inwardly. How dare a monster who's hundreds of years old call itself young?

But he managed to suppress the anger in his heart.

The situation is unforgiving.

Although the old monster in front of me looks sickly, the move he just showed... I'm not entirely confident I can defeat him with my abilities.

"Alright then, thank you all for your hard work these past few days. We'll take care of our own food from now on."

Just like his lifeless tone, Chris's dead-like eyes remained motionless.

Solve it yourself? Given the nature of these vampires, going out to hunt will inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later! But isn't that exactly what they want?
"Let's go!" Nekra waved his hand angrily. "Take all the brothers away!"

"Oh? Not a single person is left? I wanted to apologize properly~" Lorana lay alluringly on the blood-red dining table, her tone becoming coquettish.

“No need!” Nekra turned his head and said menacingly, “lest Miss Lorana ‘can’t hold back’ again!”

The Blood Bottle Gang's thugs followed Nekra down the stone steps in unison, none of them showing any regret about leaving this disgusting manor.

For a moment, only Lorana's eerie laughter and the sound of dripping blood filled the hall.

Nekra walked away.

Lorana abruptly landed on the table, her face filled with frost and murderous intent.

"Did he discover something?"

Chris shook his dead-looking head, which from a distance resembled a white chess piece swaying: "This guy didn't. But Kevin Deer must have sensed something was amiss, after all, such a large blood requirement is enough to support a whole guard of bloodline knights."

Lorana lowered her head: "But it's still far from enough—I just wasted another one while acting. I'll go hunting again later."

"Fortunately, we drove the Blood Bottle Gang away as planned. This will buy us some time before we are exposed."

Chris's head suddenly and strangely tilted back a full 100 degrees, facing the window, and his nose twitched.
"It's Eastren who's back."

"And it also brought one—ah, this smells so good, it's a superior or higher quality blood source."

His figure reappeared at the window.

The moon is out.

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Nekra and his Blood Vial gang stormed out of the manor in a rage.

Those damned vampires—huh? That pretty boy vampire's back. Didn't he go to Mindis Hall with those mercenary groups this afternoon to look for the secret treasure?
So they do walk on foot, and they use the front door?
Nekra had assumed that the way vampires traveled was like what he had seen before—turning into a pool of blood and then "whoosh"ing around.

That pretty boy has a little one with him? Damn, did he go hunting too? Judging by his clothes, he looks like a nobleman's child, but he's covered in wounds—no, that child doesn't look like he's being held hostage. The way they walk makes them look like they're working together.

By the way, I need to ask about the theft at the Mindis Hall.

While Nekra was still pondering, Istrom and Thales walked into the manor side by side.

Thales spotted the Blood Vial Gang members coming out from afar.

Thinking of the iris flag above his head, he felt a sense of foreboding.

But he also knew that he had to remain calm in order to find a way to survive in this narrow passage.

Eastrun, however, kept his eyes straight ahead, as if he didn't take the Blood Vial Gang members beside him seriously at all.

Nekra waved his hand, and the Blood Bottle Gang members stopped in their tracks, waiting for Eastren to arrive.

But the handsome blond vampire merely snorted, turned his head to the side, and walked past the red viper without any politeness, showing no intention of speaking.

But the blond vampire was immediately annoyed to find that the human brat next to him, who was not even as tall as his waist, was also walking with his head held high. He snorted and turned his head to the side in sync with him, then walked past Nekra with his nostrils pointing to the sky!

What's going on? Is this a case of a dog abusing its master's power?

Eastlen decided to go back and teach this pretentious brat a lesson.

Only Thales knew that at this moment, he was suppressing his heartbeat and pretending to be calm!
Nekra's anger flared up again.

"Hey! Pretty boy!" Red Viper blocked Eastren's path with annoyance.

"Have you completed the task His Excellency the Duke instructed you to do?" Nekra asked the handsome vampire before him with an unfriendly tone.

Lord Duke?

Thales cursed inwardly.

Eastrun raised his eyes, looking at the human blocking his way with disgust.

"The stolen treasures of Mindis Hall! Remember? You also took four mercenary squads with you!" Feeling Istrom's gaze, Nekra was furious. She walked right up to his nose without any politeness and shouted:
"You should have gotten something out of this, pretty boy, right?"

Pretty boy?
"Damn short-lived creatures!" Istrom thought angrily. His original plan was to lure those twenty mercenaries out, then hunt them down one by one and bring them back to the manor as high-quality bloodlines.

Who would have thought that they would all be defeated by that masked monster in the Mindis Hall?

But the theft at Mindis Hall—after all, it was at the request of that Duke of the Three-Colored Iris.

I still need to say it.

Eastrun turned his head toward Thales.

No one knew that Thales's heart was as cold as ice and snow at that moment!
What to do, what to do, what to do!
"Calm down!" the boy told himself. "I have to save myself."

His brain was racing, with pieces of information and elements flashing back and reassembling rapidly!
Istrom lowered his head and looked at the cub, pondering how to address Nekra in a way that wouldn't lose face in replying to this damned short-lived creature.

Nekra looked at Istren's proud head with displeasure, and then followed the latter's gaze to the little boy beside him.

“Hey kid…” Eastren said dismissively.

Everyone looked at Thales!
At that moment, Thales took a deep breath.

According to that chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) guy, I'm the man who's going to change the world.

How could you die here?
then.

Then, everyone present saw the seven or eight-year-old boy's face turn cold, and before Eastren could say the next word, he shouted:
"Yes, my lord!"

Eastlen was taken aback. Why was this kid being so respectful?
But before he could react, the situation changed again.

Without hesitation, Thales stepped forward, standing between Istrom and Nekra like a loyal guard.

Then, under the bright moonlight...

Everyone heard the smug-looking little boy, in a childish voice, shout at the Blood Bottle Gang's current leader, the head of the eight superpowered warriors, "Red Viper" Nekra, with utter disgust:
"Get lost! You inferior, short-lived brute!"

"The noble Lord Istrian Corleone has no need for a lowly stray dog ​​like you to interfere in his affairs!"

It's a long chapter of 8,000 words, and it wouldn't be good to break it anywhere, so I'll just post the whole thing without breaking it!
P.S.: I created a new account on Qidian called "Overlord is Always Strong" (CM said the name was too chuunibyou ORZ). I'll use this account to communicate with everyone on Qidian from now on! Comments are welcome! I'll accept all feedback, from thunder to rain, brick to brick!
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