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Chapter 108 The War is About to Begin (44)

The ruins of the castle were filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and faint groans could occasionally be heard from among the broken walls.

The collapsed stone pillars and broken walls were piled up in a haphazard manner, some of which were still bearing the corpses of vampires, their limbs twisted and horrific to look at.

Some of the vampires buried under the rubble were still struggling, trying to break free from the heavy stones, but eventually they gradually became motionless.

Some incomplete limbs stretched out from the cracks in the rocks, and blood dyed the surrounding rubble red, which was horrifying.

The whole scene was like a doomsday painting, filled with the atmosphere of death and despair, so depressing that it made it almost impossible to breathe.

These corpses might have been well-dressed parliamentarians half a day ago, or fashionable ladies, or even promising young vampires.

But now, they are all dead bodies that cannot even be put together into a complete body.

In the rubble above the ruins, amidst the flickering embers, the remaining vampires struggled to temporarily clear out a small open space.

Thorte Cavendish sat solemnly on a dilapidated chair. The chair was originally extremely luxurious and made of high-quality nanmu wood, but now it was burnt black.

The backrest, made of wild rhino leather from the African continent, was tattered and covered with burn marks. Even the armrests inlaid with exquisite ivory and dazzling emeralds were missing half, making it look incomplete.

This was once his favorite chair.

He took a piece of tattered clothing stained with blood and slowly put it under his nose. His pupils dilated instantly, revealing an expression of shock and confusion.

But then he frowned again, his mind filled with doubts that were difficult to dispel.

He was surrounded by a dozen vampires who were in equally miserable condition, their clothes torn and stained with blood.

And more of the vampires and the secret party's human subordinates were ruthlessly buried in the ruins of the castle, becoming a pile of minced meat.

At this moment, a vampire, dressed exceptionally cleanly, hurried forward, holding a tattered piece of metal shell in his hand. He nervously reported, "Duke, after careful inspection, we found that the cause of the explosion was the Navy's TNT gun charge."

Thorte Cavendish's face became increasingly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it, but he remained silent, only his clenched teeth revealed his inner anger.

Instead, a vampire with his body in tatters and half of his face burned was furious.

He snatched the metal shell, threw it to the ground and stomped on it several times, then roared hysterically: "Those stupid mortals?! How dare they? How dare they!"

"Duke, we must massacre the mortals with blood, make them pay a heavy price, and let them know who is the true master of this world!"

"That's right! We need at least ten times the blood food!"

"At least twenty times!"

Others echoed this sentiment, and the mood became increasingly agitated. Some extremists even called for a bloodbath in London.

They were originally enjoying the food, singing and laughing.

Who could have thought that a demon not only broke into the castle, but also after the demon finally disappeared, the castle was blown up into the sky.

What a great humiliation this is for the vampires who have always claimed to be the masters of the world.

"Shut up!" Cavendish spat out these two words coldly.

The sound was not loud, but it silenced all the people who were originally shouting, and they dared not say anything more.

Those who knew him well knew that the Duke was usually polite, but his expressionless calmness at this moment was precisely when he was at his most angry.

Thorte Cavendish slowly stood up and looked at all the vampires with a dignified look.

These vampires didn't dare to look him in the eye. They all lowered their heads to avoid his sharp gaze.

He sighed silently, feeling helpless.

This generation of vampires has become increasingly depraved, and they only know how to fight for power and pursue enjoyment. They can't even suppress the arrogance of humans, their former slaves.

The only young descendants with potential and ambition all perished together with the elite of the Demon Party on the battlefield of the European War.

Most of the rest are cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death. No wonder they were bullied by humans and brought to their own family land.

He slowly turned his head to look at the messy ruins ahead, and his voice couldn't be heard to express his emotions: "Bomb, how did you get in?"

The vampire who came to report lowered his head even lower. He could only stare at his toes, his whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

He said tremblingly, "Yes, it was hidden in the wine barrel that was delivered. Since it was a familiar winery, the guards didn't check it carefully."

"Heh." Thorte Cavendish sneered, and that laugh seemed particularly sinister in this depressing atmosphere. He continued to ask, "What about George Joestar?"

".He's gone. He was rescued before the explosion."

"We've tracked them down. They should be the Death God of the Ecclesiarchy." After a long silence, his voice rang out again, still unable to discern emotion: "Where are the guards?"

"They... they went to the party and were poisoned."

Thorte Cavendish turned slowly, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the young vampire in front of him.

He looked at it carefully and said slowly, "Fichalan Howard."

"I remember that your family seems to have an unusual connection with the Joestar family."

Fitzalen's body shook violently, as if struck by thunder, and he almost collapsed to his knees. "Yes, yes, George's father, Jonathan Joestar, and I once studied philosophy together at Oxford."

"But we are not familiar with it, not at all!"

The Howard family was not originally a vampire clan, but one of the human nobles belonging to the secret party.

Fitzalan Howard made certain contributions in his youth and was granted the Embrace Ceremony by the Secret Party and transformed into a vampire.

Therefore, in terms of age, he is still very young.

Earlier, when he saw George Joestar in prison, he missed the old days with Jonathan, so he couldn't help but squeeze out rare sympathy and said a few more words.

But at this moment, he deeply regretted his unnecessary sympathy and knew that he had completely deviated from the purpose of the secret party.

"Jonathan Joestar, huh, what a disgusting name. Even after thirty years, it's still fresh in people's memory."

Cavendish said coldly, thinking back to that tall man, who relied solely on his mortal body and that disgusting power.

Not only did he kill more than a dozen lower-level vampires, but he also completely destroyed the most important research results of the secret party.

DIO!

He thought of the perfect vampire genius who could not only withstand the transformation of the Stone-faced Ghost, but also create many vampire techniques on his own.

But in the end he sank to sleep in the depths of the ocean, and he couldn't help but clench his fists in anger.

After a moment, freeing himself from the unpleasant memories, Cavendish turned his gaze to the vampire crawling on the ground in front of him.

His eyes became colder and colder. He slowly reached out his hand and gently patted Fitcharen's trembling back.

"Don't be afraid, child. I just want to tell you that the Camarilla can tolerate the existence of useless trash." His voice suddenly turned icy cold, as if it could freeze the air around him: "But we will never allow the existence of—self-righteous fools!"

Click!

Cavendish exerted force instantly and twisted Fitzalan's head off without hesitation in a rage.

Dark, red, and smelly blood splattered everywhere, and the hideous head was caught in his hand. All the vampires took a step back in horror, not daring to breathe.

He casually threw the head aside as if it were just a piece of insignificant trash, and said nonchalantly, "Who can tell me what kind of poison can harm a noble vampire?"

A younger vampire, though trembling constantly, still stood up and said, "It was also in the wine. Someone poisoned it."

"No, not ordinary poisons, but more minute viruses like those mortal scientists say."

"I think only the biochemical laboratories of the mortal government can develop a poison that can intoxicate the vampires."

Biological viruses, naval explosives.

The mastermind behind today's tragedy is self-evident.

This time the silence lasted even longer, as if time had stopped. The scene was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

As the sun was about to rise and a faint light appeared on the horizon, all the vampires became more frightened and uneasy, but no one dared to leave early.

Cavendish glanced at the already faintly glowing skyline and said slowly, "Notify the monarchs of the Bruch, Gangro, Mokawi, Nosferatu, Toredo, Tremere, and Vandro families."

"My people bestowed gifts upon those mortals and willingly hid in darkness, but this has become a reason for those ants to look down on us. It's time to restart the war."

"Send out the six wings of the secret party and let these butchers find that strange descendant."

"And tell them to catch him alive."

He held the piece of clothing in his hand, his voice no longer calm, but filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement: "I'm going to wake up Elder Niklaus. I think I've found a way to make the great vampires truly walk in the sun!"

In this solemn atmosphere, Cavendish's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting every vampire's heart hard.

"It's time to tell everyone who the true ruler of this world is!"

(End of this chapter)