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Chapter 129: The Blood Clan of the Lost Dog (14)

In the waters near Port Said in northern Egypt, all kinds of debris and broken limbs are floating on the water, and the bloody smell permeates the air and does not dissipate for a long time.

The originally calm sea surface was also stirred up by the impact of the explosion, and the sea water became turbid.

Just now, the remnants of the vampires devoured and killed a ship full of humans here.

Not only as blood food, but also as an outlet for venting.

They indulged in their tyranny and broke the limbs of some humans who dared to resist and threw them into the sea.

Watch them beg for mercy, struggle, and cry until they are bitten to death by sharks attracted by the smell of blood.

They threw the swaddled baby into the water, then hung the mother from the mast, ripped off her eyelids, and left her to watch her child being taken away by sharks.

They tied a couple together and threw them into the sea, watching them fight for the last plank of wood for survival, wrestling in the sea and finally drowning.

Then the noble vampires mocked and admired this scene mercilessly on the string poles. They drank blood, sang or danced, just to vent their anger at being driven out of Europe like chickens and dogs.

Likewise, it is a brutal act carried out by cowards to cover up their inner fears.

These were unnecessary actions that wasted their escape time, but they didn't care.

They just want to immerse themselves in the art of blood to reminisce about the glory of the past and are unwilling to face the painful reality again.

Cavendish did not stop all this. He sat in the captain's room, staring blankly at the map in his hands, no longer having the grace and arrogance of the past.

Now he was just like an old dog with a broken spine, bewildered and in a mess.

To the south is the Suez Canal. Once they cross the canal, they can head to India, find a place to hide themselves, and wait for their resurgence in the future.

But Cavendish still doesn't understand why the secret party failed.

They clearly had all the advantages, the human top leaders were almost wiped out, Niklaus had defeated Akado, and the Whiteham Palace was completely occupied by the vampires.

Ming
Mingming had already dispatched almost all of the secret party's elite forces to capture Buckingham Palace.

But why did we lose?

Even the powerful Lord Niklaus died there.

If I hadn't been in charge of the rear, I might have died in that battle.

He looked back and saw that this originally high-end cruise ship was now filled with gold and various treasures. These were just the tip of the iceberg of the secret party's wealth, but more of it could not be transported away in time.

Vampires don't like gold, but they cannot live without gold and the luxurious life that wealth brings.

No matter they are serfs, workers, or thieves, once they become a member of the vampire clan, they will call themselves nobles.

Vain vampires!
As the last leader of the Secret Party, he must lead the remaining vampires to leave Europe as soon as possible.

Otherwise, when daybreak comes, you will be beaten badly by those humans.

"Uncle, something happened!!"

A young vampire ran in in a panic, not even realizing he had knocked over a valuable vase.

This is the younger generation of his family, who should have had a bright future, but now he has become a frightened bird.

"I said, call me Duke outside!" Cavendish preached, then asked calmly.

"What's so alarming!" Cavendish walked out of the cabin with a frown.

A streak of purple light shone on his body. He looked up and his face suddenly turned pale and he was speechless for a moment.

It was almost dawn, and a strange purple mist suddenly emanated from the southwest direction of the originally dark sky.

It was not the luxurious purple robe favored by Roman nobles. It was as illusory as a mirage seen by a traveler in the desert.

As long as one ventures deeper, one can sense the malice, pain, and death that permeates the natural world. Aurora-like purple haze stretches across the sky like the Milky Way, constantly converging towards the center, until all the purple converges into a strangely distorted purple sun.

"What is this?"

In response to his question, there was a continuous shriek.

It was not the terrifying scream of a vampire, but the sound of some sharp object cutting through the air at high speed.

Then, Cavendish felt himself being lifted up by a huge force.

In the air, he saw from the corner of his eye that the entire cruise ship was like a toy in the hands of a giant, deformed, torn and twisted.

A huge fire broke out, burning the few vampires to death in the cabin.

In just a few minutes, this luxury cruise ship turned into a pile of debris and oil floating on the sea.

Only half of Cavendish's body was left floating in the oil. The blood marquis's strong vitality kept him alive.

As long as he absorbs enough blood, he can recover again.

But the fire that followed completely extinguished his last hope.

In the flames, he looked to the north and saw a fleet of steel behemoths.

The annihilation fleet consisting of eight British battleships led by the Hood was advancing through the waves with overwhelming force.

The huge ship split the surging waves, and white waves rolled on both sides of the ship, like the roaring of an angry sea beast.

"Chu Xuan, you are really ruthless. High-explosive bombs + napalm bombs, I believe no vampire can survive this attack."

Zheng Zha looked at the flames that were still burning on the sea not far away, marveling at them. He had to admire Chu Xuan's decisiveness.

Chu Xuan ignored it, but stared at the purple sun in the sky, frowning slightly: "This is Seth."

This kind of status is a bit supermodel, Chu Xuan silently evaluated.

Even though Chu Xuan had overestimated the enemy as much as possible and assembled all the warships that the current British Royal Navy Home Fleet could sail.

But I still didn't expect that Set was such a god who could influence the laws of celestial phenomena.

That is not the god that some powerful creatures claim to be, but the true ruler who can punish the world and is high in the sky.

At the same time, across the entire continent of North Africa, the prelude to disaster is quietly unfolding.

This is a disaster far more terrifying and desperate than the Ten Plagues of Imhotep.

The sky suddenly darkened, and above Egypt, the moon and stars turned into a disgusting purple mist, like sticky, dripping blood.

Everyone could feel an extreme sense of cruelty, hatred, and anger.

He loomed over Egypt and emanated from it to the whole world.

In London, Vatican, Paris, Berlin, New York, Tokyo, and India, many people looked up at the sky in shock. The purple color, like the aurora, shocked the whole world.

The earth began to tremble violently, Nyiragongo volcano began to emit thick smoke, and the magma in the crater continued to churn.

The originally peaceful Sahara Desert began to riot like a devil. The storm carried sand and dust, turning into an extremely terrifying sandstorm, attacking various cities.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky. The purple lightning tore through the sky like a ferocious giant python, instantly hitting the ground and causing a raging fire.

The strong wind roared past, sweeping away all movable objects. People panicked and fled in all directions in the face of this sudden disaster.

Many people were killed in the disaster in an instant. Some were buried by collapsed buildings in their sleep, some were struck by lightning and turned into charcoal, and some were swept into the sky by strong winds and disappeared without a trace.

The streets were reduced to ruins, the ground was stained red with blood, and the once prosperous city had now become a hell on earth.

(End of this chapter)