Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 331, Section 23: The Destitute (Part 4)

"Clan leader!"

"Let's go!" The woman led the way, raising her spear. The beasts responded, and the warriors could only grit their teeth and follow.

But the woman didn't notice that under the helmet, a familiar figure was closely following the end of the line.

……

When Yamo witnessed the carnage on the battlefield for the first time, she was utterly shocked by the bloodshed and cruelty.

The enemy was armed with a long, cylindrical weapon; sparks flew from the dark muzzle, and soon a female warrior fell off the beast's spine.

The female warriors rode on fierce beasts such as tigers, leopards, and lions, using the mountainous terrain and their nimble mounts to quickly approach the enemy.

Her mother took the lead, riding the tribe's fiercest tiger, "Philles," and swept her spear across the ground at breakneck speed, instantly beheading several people.

The female warriors also rallied their morale, the archers' arrows rained down like a curtain, and the spear-wielding guerrillas penetrated deep into enemy territory, weaving through thousands of mercenary troops.

The bullets fired by the firearms created short bursts of light in the darkness. Each volley was so dense that there was no way to dodge. She felt a burning sensation on her neck and realized that her trachea had been ruptured. The force of the impact threw her off Xin Hu and she fell heavily to the ground.

She clutched her bleeding neck and realized just how terrifying the damage from firearms could be.

So, has Mother always led her people in fighting against such enemies...?

Yamo lay on her back on the ground, the sky filled with stars, the brilliant starlight illuminating the deep blue night sky as bright as polished marble. Clusters of warm blood were squeezed into the night sky, staining the clean stone slab with filth.

The "affliction" had already been absorbed by Xin Hu, but Ya Mo did not have the strength to stand up.

too frightening.

Her pupils trembled slightly as her comrades had half their heads chopped off before her eyes, severed arms flying off and hitting her face. The screams of those shot were incessant. Wild beasts, sometimes fierce and sometimes docile, fell to the ground amidst cries of agony, finding themselves in a hell of blooming blood. Her unscathed state was the greatest irony.

A scream from afar jolted her awake: "It's the Night Clan! There are Night Clan members mixed in with them!"

Night Clan?

She looked over in surprise.

According to legend, the White Walkers evolved into two branches: the White Walkers of the East and the Night Clan of the West.

The White Walkers gained dominion over the day by resisting the sunlight, but they devoured human flesh indiscriminately, resulting in a large and diverse population. The Night Clan, on the other hand, abandoned the day and gained absolute dominion over the night. They only drink the purest blood from humans, making them a rare race, but each one possesses noble blood, and they are sometimes called vampires.

Those bitten by the Night Clan become its servants. They also fear the sunlight, crave blood, have no reason, and are only loyal to the Night Clan who gave them the kiss of blood.

Several dark shadows leaped into the night sky. These blue-faced, fanged monsters, cloaked and roaming freely among the cavalry, were agile and powerful, like wild beasts. They seemed to only target the delicate necks of the female warriors, biting at them. The shadows darted about, buzzing and leaping, and large bursts of blood mist exploded. The sight of the female warriors dying with their eyes wide open was deeply imprinted in Ya Mo's mind.

"Ah!" Yamo roared, whether out of fear or courage, she swung her weapon.

Just as she swung her spear, a Night Clan member spotted her. With a single sweep of his hand, he snapped her spear in two with a claw. Then, his head pressed against the girl's neck. Yamo's eyes widened as she felt sharp teeth pierce her tender skin. The terrifying bite force instantly ruptured her blood vessels, and clusters of blood splattered all over the monster's face.

The girl trembled as she looked away. The monster, who was watching her with amusement, dragged her into the air at high speed, like carrying a porcelain doll, and then threw Yamo from mid-air.

As Yamo watched the hovering monster drift further and further away, the expression on its face remained crystal clear. Its long tongue licked away the blood from its lips, revealing a look of lingering satisfaction.

"boom--"

Ya Mo crashed heavily onto the tiger's back. Her limbs bounced back from the impact and were instantly absorbed by the Heart Tiger. In a moment, the black and red Night Clan toxin was also transformed into "Disease" and swallowed up and disappeared.

Although the girl was unharmed, her eyes were empty. The gaze of that monstrous vulture haunted her like a shadow, and she trembled with fear for a long time before she could recover.

"Ok?"

The Night Clan member seemed to have noticed the girl's unusual behavior as well: "Such delicious blood. Why are you unharmed after being bitten?"

It quickly realized what was happening and immediately revealed a fanatical expression.

A blood pack that can restore health is a priceless treasure for the Night Clan!
She is the ultimate target of the Night Clan's relentless pursuit of this tribe!
"it's here!"

It let out an excited howl, and its wings spread out in a flash. The bat wing membranes extended five meters long, contrasting with the blood-red crescent moon, pushing the carnage on the battlefield to its peak.

Instantly, a swarm of bat-like flying units responded, swooping in from the dark forest.

Yamo was so frightened that tears streamed down her face, her jaw clenched, and she urged Xinhu to run away. But how could a running tiger escape a flying demon? In an instant, a Night Clan member grabbed her shoulder and dragged her to the ground.

Soon, countless Night Clan members, like pieces of black cloth, swarmed forward, surrounding the girl completely.

"what!"

"what!!"

The girl's cries were quickly drowned out by the bat monsters. Every inch of her body was being gnawed at, and the demons greedily sucked her blood. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. One after another, the Night Clan members held down her limbs and torso, giving her no chance at all.

Heart Tiger was also suppressed, and many Night Clan members pounced on it. The fierce tiger roared in resentment, but was suppressed time and time again. Only the [Gain and Loss] function was running wildly, and energy was flowing out like a floodgate being opened.

"Mother! Mother! Help! Help! Ah! Save me!"

The girl's cries were short and shrill, and her vocal cords began to tear.

"Roar—" A powerful beastly roar resounded like muffled thunder. The strongest tiger, "Philles," bit a Night Clan member by the neck and flung it away. Half of the Night Clan members were swept in half by the woman's golden spear.

The girl was on her deathbed, looking at the expressionless woman with tears in her eyes.

It was at that moment that she realized just how much the woman had sacrificed to protect her.

"Stand up." The woman's eyes were filled with frost. "Stand up!"

The Night Clan member who had restrained the Heart Tiger was bitten and thrown away by "Philles". The black-spotted beast quickly approached its master, carefully licking her cheek and comforting her.

“You are not worthy to be my daughter, not worthy to be the savior of the Amazons.”

A woman's words are harsh and merciless.

"Now, I'm taking back your right to be the heir. Live on like an ant, carrying your humiliation and fear."

"Mother……"

Yamo's eyes were filled with tears.

"We have nothing to do with each other anymore, get as far away from me as possible."

The woman had already turned around, and her golden spear swept across fiercely, blocking several Night Clan members that were pouncing on her.

The golden blade was scorching hot, and the faint halo was like the sharpest weapon. The Night Clan, who possessed regenerative abilities, was swept away like paper by a single spear.

"Mother……"

"Outsiders are not qualified to interfere in the affairs of our people!"

The woman gave a cold shout, pointing her spear at Ya Mo. The last word was almost a roar, deafeningly clear:

"roll!"

After she finished yelling, she ignored Ya Mo and turned away.

Yamo looked in the direction the woman was looking, her eyes filled with horror, and a sense of despair spreading endlessly in her heart.

Before the female chieftain, dozens of female warriors who had gotten up, their eyes deathly white and their expressions ferocious like wild beasts, had already pointed their spears at her.

The momentary silence was shattered by a woman's shrill scream, and her fallen comrades pounced on Yamo like a pack of wolves.

The female warriors before her, like "Fairles," let out blood-stained howls:
"A—— mazon——!!"

The golden blade flashed, and blood stained the night sky.

This is just the beginning; you can imagine how brutal the events to come might be...

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(End of this chapter)