She is not an investigator.

She knew, of course, what kind of injuries could truly render her fellow humans completely incapable of fighting.

Of course, this only applies to those who are incapacitated.

"She's still waiting for me. I'm sorry I can't continue catching up with you. God will forgive your weakness and my mischief. Oh... I think I've said too much... They'll be here soon, you know. Do me a favor."

The spiked hammer moved slowly, and the mutilated body twitched violently, its fingers moving slowly.

"I'll definitely be a good boy next time, but maybe next time."

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirty-Eight: For Our Friendship

Xiacheng District.

The streets were littered with corpses and remains, most of them unarmed ordinary vampires, and some armed personnel who still did not put up any effective resistance.

However, if we have to be honest, the lower city was not so easy to fall. Although without the leader's command, the original security forces could only retreat and preserve their last remaining strength, they still had the ability to fight back against the dual attacks of other vampires and the Church.

Although it sounds like a joke, the roosters they raised definitely played a big role in it.

However, with their leader missing and unable to form a counterattack force, the fall of the city is likely only a matter of time.

“Whenever this happens, I regret not eating more eggs yesterday.”

"That's what the vampire guarding the edge of the line said."

Although the taste of eggs is not particularly noteworthy for vampires, in the Lower City, eggs have almost become a snack for them on many occasions.

Although it sounds a bit extravagant, they can't eat mushrooms every day, otherwise what kind of vampires would they be? They have to eat some meat, after all.

"Why do you think they suddenly want to go back to that backward life? We have everything we need now. We have food to eat, snacks to eat, and we can even go to bars to drink and sing songs whenever we want."

For vampires, this kind of life is indeed quite happy, although most of them have never left the lower town, but so what?

The upper city isn't necessarily worth seeing; in comparison, most vampires would much rather enjoy the peaceful life in the lower city.

Even if he couldn't see the sky, at least he was spared from being scorched by the sun, so he still couldn't understand why those people would be willing to destroy everything they had just to get to the upper city.

"Perhaps it's because they hate math."

The other vampire replied nonchalantly.

"Maybe you're right, I hate it too."

He fell silent and looked up into the darkness above.

Perhaps all vampires are different, but for him at least, everything he has now is enough to make him happy.

If only we could live like this forever, without even having to think about fighting.

If you're the leader, you probably really can realize that dream.

"I miss the chief a little."

He said in a low voice.

Although the other vampire didn't answer, the feelings of every vampire here were probably not much different.

They never even considered the possibility that their leader would die.

…………

After finally breaking into the lower city and bypassing the guards, Igris and her two companions arrived at one of the few buildings in the city that Igris had visited before.

It's probably the only bar in downtown.

"There were far fewer enemies on the street than I had imagined."

Igris leaned against the wall, watching the scattered vampires wandering through the city, and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

For some reason, she hasn't felt any sense of crisis even now, and even feels like she's in complete control.

Perhaps she's become too strong now? Or is she just getting used to this chaos?

"Less is a good thing; at least it can avoid more battles and more physical exertion."

The manager was exhausted; this was probably the time she had been most active and physically drained in recent days.

In short, if possible, she would like to immediately shrink back into Igris's body and get a good night's sleep for two or three days.

However, Nellie seemed indifferent.

Despite saying that, she had been very quiet ever since entering the lower city, and could only follow Igris.

After all, in a place like this, without special means, she could hardly see any roads, so there was no other way.

Of course, they could also light a lamp, although the consequence of that would be that it would be discovered by almost half the city.

"Next is... finding Mirall. Ah, in a city like this, finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack, someone that even our enemies, who have turned this place upside down, couldn't find. It's a bit too much to ask of me."

Iglesias was complaining again. Perhaps this problem did require some solution for her, but she couldn't come up with any good ideas.

"Someone's coming."

The responses are often just reminders from the administrator.

With bullets chambered and blades drawn, she leaned forward as the clearly audible footsteps drew near.

The weapon in her hand fell almost without any room to maneuver, but it did not hit the opponent's vitals. Just as Igris' initial aim was off-target, the straight sword was pressed directly against the opponent's neck and stuck in the wall behind him.

An ornate and exquisite pistol was pressed against the other person's forehead, and with the slight sound of gears grinding, Igris's deliberately lowered voice could be heard.

“Miss Vampire, appearing here is not a good idea in any case. Although I still don’t know your stance, as their enemy, you probably wouldn’t be walking around so conspicuously on the street.”

It's Hugh, the only female vampire Igris can name.

Actually, it was only because, out of the vampires she knew, only two had told her their names, but she was indeed one of the vampires that Igris was relatively familiar with.

“I know what you’re looking for, and I’m here to help you,” Hugh said.

She meant no harm, of course not. In fact, Igris didn't think she might have any other plans in mind, or that she was in cahoots with that usurping vampire.

According to Igris's understanding, Hugh should be a completely neutral vampire.

In other words, she does not represent the Lower City, nor has she joined the Upper City. Her position is completely free, and she has no intention of getting involved in these matters.

But since she's here, there must be a reason.

“Mirall, the former leader of the vampires, I know where he is.”

Hugh said that.

"Would you mind leading us to him? Even if it might shift your stance a bit, just for my sake?"

Hugh's eyes flickered slightly. She first looked at Igris, then turned her gaze slightly to the other two standing to the side.

Perhaps she had something she wanted to ask or say, but after learning everything, she still chose to come here, and the reason is obvious.

She certainly didn't intend to save the so-called Lower City, nor did she care about the future of humanity, but it must also be said that she cherished every friendship she had.

"I will, for your sake."

That's why she's here.

The bizarre stage play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Thirty-Nine: A Price Will Surely Be Paid For.

The reason why the Lower City has become what it is today is largely due to the lives born in darkness.

But where did they come from? And why are they here?

Perhaps the answer lies in the sewers of the lower town.

There lie their roots, massive, intertwined plants, a flesh-and-blood factory that resembles a plant.

They will be born from that tender sprout, becoming new life, and then given the identity of vampires.

At least this is true for most residents; over a long period of time, the newborn life has become weaker, but also more rational.

This may be the path of evolution, and the life forms it gives birth to have always tried their best to make this species continue for as long as possible.

But vampires have no future, and neither do they.

"Did he make the wrong decision, or was it me? Are all my efforts and hard work over the years truly wasted and unappreciated by everyone?"

He was talking to himself, or perhaps to the giant tree in front of him.

No one could answer him.

"Are we born to fight, to hunt, to become monsters that everyone hates? Then why do I resist it so much now? Why do I have the ability to think independently? Or am I actually the one who is different?"

"Go ahead and complain. No one in the lower city will be able to find this place. I thought we could make it through another five or even ten years together, but it seems like we can't. Or maybe I just don't want to anymore."

He has the ability, but he may not necessarily actually do it.

He was already disappointed in his own kind who had truly decided to destroy everything, and also in his brothers who had attacked him.

"Perhaps I really should rest now, forever..."

His palm slowly touched the tree trunk, gently caressing the remaining warmth and texture.

Slowly, he began to move, towards the roots of the giant tree, towards the grave he had already prepared.

He could become its nourishment again, and in this way, he could completely abandon all his troubles, no longer have to think about the future of his people, or about all the residents of the lower city.

Everything will have nothing to do with him anymore.

"But I would never do that..."

He stopped and stood in front of the grave.

"It's not a good idea to wallow in self-pity. Maybe I should find a way to get out of here... Oh, right, I need to gather my troops."

Like every newborn, he turned his head and walked toward the exit of the sewer.

This is a long road ahead. In the past, most newborns have lost their way at this stage and ended up dying in the sewers.

So later, he specifically gathered a group of people to guide the newborn vampires here.

Of course, naturally, that's no longer the case.

However, he was still very familiar with this road, extremely familiar with it.

He stopped for the second time and looked scrutinize the figures approaching him.

"Ah, welcome, welcome to the home of every resident of the lower town. It's a pleasure to see you all here. Perhaps this is good news for me."

In front of him, Igris slowly walked towards him, met his gaze, and threw a long sword that was still unsheathed.

“Your brother has done wrong. He has taken some mentally unstable monsters and mixed up with the scum of the city. Their goal is to completely take control of the city and, when the time is right, to move further afield. It is a grand ambition, but it is clearly a mistake.”