Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 83 The Crybaby and the Ugly Woman

“I suppose it has something to do with your group of guests with their unique recipes?” Putila sighed, looking at the setting sun that was almost obscured by the trees in the distance, and asked Thales sarcastically.

But Thales did not answer him.

The prince forced himself to calm down amidst the chaos of the surprise attack, gazing at the elegant vampire beauty opposite him, dressed in black with silver hair and purple eyes.

Cortlina L.A. van Corleon.

If I remember correctly... Thales gritted his teeth: He is the current master of the Corleone family and even the Night Kingdom.

Queen of the Night.

Serena Corleone's sister.

But—Tales immediately realized: Why would Her Majesty the Queen of the Eastern Continent, with such a noble status, condescend to personally cross the sea to pursue four weak and vulnerable political refugees?

Even if she was her sister.

The covetous of the Blood Sea Throne.

Something is not right.

"How to fight vampires?" Attendant Wyman held a single-edged straight blade, his face grave as he looked around. "I've only heard my teacher talk about it; I've never actually done it."

The young attendant tried his best to remain calm, but judging from his suddenly increased speaking speed, he probably didn't expect to encounter this situation after only a few days by the prince's side.

“Then congratulations! Not everyone has such a good opportunity to practice!” Putila remained calm, carefully observing the eager vampires around him.

“Decapitation or piercing the heart—these are some of the few effective methods, although some powerful vampires can even recover from a damaged heart.”

"Silver or sunlight can also weaken or even harm them."

"In battle, you need two things: a steady pace and good anticipation of their movements, because you can never outrun them."

"At the same time, remain vigilant: like the power of termination, every vampire above the super rank has their own unique ability, which varies from person to person—using it in battle can often bring unexpected results."

Wyman nodded, his face pale.

“The short-lived species of the Western Continent,” said a middle-aged male vampire who looked like a commander beside Cortrina. He had a resolute appearance and a cold expression. He stepped forward, his eyes filled with icy coldness. “Her noble Queen awaits your obedience.”

"Hand over the traitors of the Night Kingdom."

"We'll be more merciful when we do it."

“Twenty-one—all experts above the Super Rank, including at least three at the Extreme Realm,” Ada, who came out from behind Thales, spoke in a voice that was no longer lazy but heavy and serious: “The uncle who is speaking, the young man to his left, and the queen dressed like a ballroom star.”

“If we’re going to fight,” the female bodyguard said gravely, reaching for her waist, “be prepared for heavy casualties. If all else fails, I’ll have to protect you and help you escape first, kid.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the "young man on the left" that Ada had mentioned—the brown-haired young vampire in a red robe and silver armor—revealed a mysterious smile and looked at her.

“That cloaked figure is at the pinnacle of power; the others are insignificant, Your Majesty.” The young vampire, with his strong facial features, though his pale complexion marred his ruggedness, smiled and bowed to the queen beside him: “Please hand her over to me.”

Cortina didn't react, but stared intently at Thales, causing his palms to sweat even in the cold weather.

"Don't be careless, Simon." The middle-aged vampire said slowly, "These are all soldiers. The power of their battle formations is not comparable to that of ordinary adventurers."

“Very humorous, Hesta,” Simon chuckled.

"Soldiers? In this world, what soldiers can compare to our Holy Blood Legion?"

Holy Blood Legion?

Thales clenched his fist.

The words of the blonde vampire Istrom came to mind.

Even if your enemy is the supreme king of the stars, with the support and protection of our Holy Blood Legion, he would never dare to make things difficult for you.

Cortina remained motionless, letting her two commanders negotiate, her beautiful eyes sweeping over everyone with a chilling intent.

The thirty final swordsmen were all elite fighters, but even so, many couldn't help but look at their leader, Jorah.

"Hold on!" Jorah commanded sternly, though he was also sweating profusely.

“Our scouts and sentries have been on high alert for four days, making sure there are no threats within several kilometers in front and behind,” Jorah said incredulously, looking at the figures that surrounded them in the bushes. “Vampires can only travel at night—how did they manage to keep up with us?”

"Watch your words, short-lived species. I don't want to hear that term again," the middle-aged vampire commander said coldly.

Thales frowned.

They were after Serena Corleone from the convoy.

That's right. At this juncture, neither Star Kingdom nor Exter has any reason to take my life—even the ambitious war-loving ones would have to wait until I leave Star Kingdom and enter Exter before my death can better ignite the atmosphere that the two countries have no choice but to fight.

Celine—whose eyes, gleaned from the corner of Thales, at the carriage with the black coffin—remained silent until now.

“Jora, you don’t need to lower your voice anymore,” Thales sighed as he considered sending someone to check on Serena’s carriage amidst the tense situation. “I’m sure they can all hear us.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Cortina’s gaze suddenly swept toward him!

Thales was so shocked that his scalp tingled.

“We’ve waited long enough,” said Hesta, a middle-aged vampire, cracking his knuckles nonchalantly. “Where are the traitors from the Night Kingdom?”

Thales was breathing heavily, but his mind was already in turmoil.

“My dear but heartless sister, she still came.”

A familiar, childlike voice rang out.

Under everyone's gaze, Serena Corleone, who looked only six or seven years old, stepped down from the carriage with a cold expression, accompanied by Chris and Eastren.

Cortina's purple eyes were fixed on her sister.

With the appearance of the three vampires, the vampire warriors, who had been standing like statues, seemed to come alive and move, and many people seemed to be amazed by Serena's childlike figure.

Hesta and Simon both frowned when they saw Serena appear, with the former glaring at Chris.

Rolf, standing next to Thales, looked warily at Chris and Eastrend—he hadn't forgotten their old grudges.

“It seems you are badly injured, Your Highness Serena,” Simon, who looked young, smiled. “You can’t even maintain a basic adult physique.”

Serena ignored him and walked step by step into the crowd, standing next to Thales.

“Your Highness Serena, I beg you, who have committed heinous crimes, to return to the Blood Forbidden Prison,” the middle-aged-looking Hesta said coldly, “to serve the rest of your sentence.”

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

A heinous crime?

Sentence term?

What sentence? Wasn't Serena the loser in the fight for the throne?

He looked at the six or seven-year-old silver-haired little girl.

“Oh, my dear Marquis Hesta Corleone,” Serena raised her eyes and looked intently at Hesta, “have there been any changes to my sentence?”

“The original sentence was eternal life,” Hesta said sternly, seemingly disliking the little girl before him. “Because of your egregious escape and theft, an additional ten years were added… so your current sentence…”

“It’s immortality plus ten years,” he said coldly.

Escape from prison, and...theft?
Thales' doubts grew deeper and deeper.

Istrom, standing beside Serena, his eyes blazing with fury, couldn't help but ask, "Is there a difference?"

Cortina continued to stare intently at Serena.

“Hesta, Simon, and Luco, Dnie, Bruton, Isara, Sarjo…” Serena looked around and pouted, “This is almost half of the Corleone family’s strength in the Holy Blood Legion. Aren’t you afraid of the domestic situation becoming unbalanced? What about the other six families, those ambitious dukes?”

“If I can capture you and bring you back,” Cortrina said slowly, her beautiful face now showing disgust, “I’m not afraid.”

Thales sighed sadly.

Why am I always so unlucky?
Now, negotiation is the only option. What they want most is Serena, and their biggest disadvantage is being on unfamiliar soil, so...

But as always, Thales' bad luck struck again before he could react.

"Hmph, crybaby." Serena said dismissively, "Try it."

Cortrina's pitiful face suddenly turned cold!
wrong!

Thales frowned and turned to look at Serena.

Is this old hag... recklessly provoking her opponent?

In this situation... has she gone mad?
“As you wish,” Cortrina’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, and her voice deepened once more: “Ugly-faced woman.”

This time, it was Serena's turn to change her expression.

next moment.

The beautiful woman in black, Her Majesty Cortina Corleone, raised her delicate chin, her purple eyes flashing with a captivating light as she swept over the members of the delegation.

She parted her cherry lips slightly:
"My knights and my knights..."

Thales jolted, abruptly raising his hand and shouting, "Wait!" But a fierce glint flashed in Cortrina's eyes, and her beautiful voice, concealing a cold killing intent, carried on:
"Kill them all!"

Thales' mouth just opened wide.

No.

and many more.

The three vampires at the extreme level opposite were still standing in the same spot.

The eighteen vampire figures around them vanished instantly behind the bushes.

"Star Formation, prepare for battle!" This was Jorah's roar!

Before Thales could finish his sentence, Rolf and Wyatt, their expressions drastically changed, each grabbed one of his hands and pinned him to the ground in the snow.

The next moment, Thales, who had buried his face in the snow, suddenly felt that the once quiet birch forest was now like a pot of boiling oil, sizzling with countless sounds!
Countless sounds of weapons slashing and shields clashing.

The sound of flesh being torn apart by sharp claws, the sound of blood spurting out when an artery ruptures.

The heavy thud of a body falling, the dragging sound of something scraping across the snow.

Anxious shouts, tense reminders, unwilling roars, and painful screams.

The whooshing sound of vampires moving back and forth...

At the same time, it echoed through this sparse forest!
Thales spat out a mouthful of snow.

Lying on the snow, he gritted his teeth and raised his head amidst fear and tension.

"Shh!"

Wyatt's single-edged blade flashed like a cold light before Thales' eyes, forcing a vampire who had broken through the gap to retreat.

Rolf activated his supernatural power in perfect unison, and a fierce wind blew him far away.

Ada's figure leaped through the air, and the vampire's head flew off.

But this was only what Thales saw.

With the support of those around him, Thales turned his head and looked around.

His pupils dilated instantly.

Elsewhere, the private soldiers of Shining Star are facing annihilation.

Sprayed blood.

A severed limb.

A head flying horizontally.

The weapons were stained red.

A human body that has collapsed, unable to move.

Soldiers were forcibly dragged away from the defensive line by vampires.

No.

Thales' eyes widened.

He wasn't unfamiliar with combat.

But this was the most one-sided situation he had ever witnessed, the fastest-growing chaotic battle.

Within ten seconds of engaging in combat, eight or nine members of the thirty-strong Radiant Star private army had already fallen!

The vampire warriors' figures kept disappearing or appearing in the air, each movement representing an extremely dangerous attack.

"Too fast—watch out, stay steady!"

"Shoot-"

"Ah... my hand!"

"clang!"

"Watch out above your head!"

"Boom!"

"This is... directly in front of us... uh!"

"Ding... Clang!"

"They're on the left!"

"Clang!"

"Shh-"

"Damn it, drag him back!"

"boom!"

"He's beyond saving... Watch out behind you!"

"Keng!"

"No! You dare!"

Jorah held the line, forming a circle with his companions on both sides, gritting his teeth as he slashed at the suddenly appearing vampire with his sword.

But the blade struck only air, having no effect whatsoever.

He roared hoarsely and angrily, "Hold your shields tight, hold the line! Watch out for attacks from above!"

But it's no use.

One of Jorah's soldiers held a shield to deflect an attack for him.

But at the same time, another sharp claw appeared from the other side, suddenly hooking and slicing through the soldier's throat.

Blood splattered out.

Jorah could only roar in vain, filled with resentment.

The private soldiers of Shining Star did their best to maintain the Star Array, hoping to use their skilled and seamless combat coordination to restrain the ghostly and incredibly fast vampire warriors.

Ironically, the vampires were the ones who cooperated most seamlessly in this battle.

Eighteen vampires, eighteen men and women, were orderly divided into six groups and attacked the Starlight Formation of the Starry Sky Private Army from six directions.

One person feigns an attack, another harasses, and the third waits patiently for the opportune moment to deliver a fatal blow—tearing the throat or ripping off the head.

If the first person is accidentally injured by a sword, he will immediately switch places with the second person. The second person will also switch duties with the third person from time to time, maintaining a continuous offensive without any relaxation, putting tremendous pressure on the defense line at all times!
Not a single vampire hesitated, spoke, retreated, or paused.

Compared to the mindless and uncooperative blood slaves they had encountered before, this was... Thales thought with a chill down his spine: the true elite warriors of the vampires.

Holy Blood Legion?

Only experts like Chris and Ada can hold their own in the melee and even gain an advantage.

Another soldier's scream rang out.

No.

This cannot go on.

why?
Why was her order "Kill us all"?
Instead of "hand over Serena"?
Thales turned to Serena and said angrily, "We could have resolved this through negotiation!"

But Serena just stared back at him coldly: "She said 'kill them all'."

Soldiers' casualties are still rising!
Thales felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the private soldiers of Shining Star fall one by one.

But just as the casualties were becoming increasingly severe, a roar suddenly exploded out of nowhere.

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