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The silver-haired youth seemed uninterested in the vampires and players around him, his gaze fixed on Aston. He suddenly spoke, "Lord Aston, are you curious about what's buried underground?"

"Oh?" Aston smiled politely, his tone perfectly measured. "I'd like to hear more."

The silver-haired vampire seemed to enjoy the compliment, nodding reservedly and slowly saying, "Long ago, the Duchess had a formidable enemy who fought her for this land, but ultimately lost."

"But the Duchess did not grant her a swift death." The vampire paused, then continued, "Instead, she buried her body underground, condemning her to eternal damnation, which is one of the places where the seal was placed."

"Such a secret? You're quite knowledgeable." Aston smiled, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The silver-haired youth seemed oblivious, or perhaps completely unconcerned, and continued, "During each blood feast, the seal loosens, and her resentment coalesces and wanders this plaza, but—"

He paused slightly: "They were just her relatives."

As soon as he finished speaking, an even thicker, dark red mist suddenly gushed out from the crack in the center of the square, almost solidifying into a substance.

A black figure slowly coalesced, first into an outline, then into armor, and finally into a pair of empty eye sockets.

It was a black-armored knight, tall and imposing, yet exuding a deathly stillness. He wore blood-red dragon scale armor and held a broken sword in his hand.

"Your Highness—!" the knight roared, raising his broken sword and pointing it at the blood moon, as if declaring war on someone.

The players in the square all took a few steps back.

Aston frowned slightly: "The princess?"

The silver-haired youth's smile faded slightly: "They are the powerful enemy that Lady Duchess defeated. These knights are her retinue. It is said that... occasionally on the sixth night, her phantom appears."

He looked up at the blood moon: "However, this is just a legend; no one has ever actually seen her."

Chi Que squatted on the clock tower, and through the flow of blood energy, he heard every word of their conversation.

He was somewhat surprised.

Where did this princess come from?

In his past timelines, he had never heard of this land having an even older owner.

Or is that princess the one who came later?

He couldn't figure it out and felt there were many doubts.

Just as Chi Que was pondering, the knight made a move.

The broken sword, carrying an intense aura of death, swung down fiercely in the direction of the vampires.

Although it was a broken sword, its astonishing power made it seem like an overwhelming force, inspiring a sense of invincibility.

At the same time, other players also flanked from the flanks, coordinating with the knights' frontal assault to attack the vampires.

Clearly, instead of fighting individually, it would be better to join forces to deal with these vampires who have the advantage of terrain and are more powerful.

Seeing this, the silver-haired youth sneered and said disdainfully, "Under the blood moon, this is our home ground."

The blood energy around him instantly transformed into several crimson tentacles, sweeping outwards. The vampires around him also used their own methods, either manipulating the blood mist to condense into sharp blades to fight the enemy, or lurking in the shadows to assassinate.

In an instant, the square descended into a three-way melee.

Aston, wielding a sharp sword, dodged and weaved through the knight's attacks with the grace of a dancer. When an opportunity arose, the blade flashed out like lightning, leaving a deep wound on the knight's body.

The vampire youth cooperated with him to prevent the blood from clotting at the knight's wounds, but they were able to recover quickly with the help of the blood moon's glow. As one side gained strength and the other lost it, the black-armored knight gradually became exhausted.

Chi Que did not rush to make a move.

The Swan Song has two bullets left today. One for Aston, and one for that vampire youth, and he can reap the benefits.

After all, the bullet's burst effect allows two shots to hit simultaneously, making it a godsend for surprise attacks in team battles.

However, he noticed that Aston's men were not present on the battlefield.

For a yellow-class player whose profession is noble, this would probably only allow them to unleash less than half of their potential.

Chi Que was certain that Aston's men were probably lurking in the shadows, just like him, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Thinking of this, he further extended his perception, feeling the flow of blood and qi in the surrounding area.

He then smiled.

found it.

The battle below was raging, and no one noticed that a shadow on the clock tower had quietly moved to a different position.

Aston deflected the black-armored knight's attack with the tip of his sword, took a half step back, and frowned imperceptibly.

Something's not right...

The support he received from his men who stayed nearby gradually diminished from the very beginning.

Were they ambushed?

However, they are all purple-level players, so even if they encounter ordinary vampires, they are capable of dealing with them and raising the alarm.

"Watch out!" Just as he was thinking, a gust of wind was already close at hand. The silver-haired youth quickly condensed a blood-red tentacle, wrapped it around Aston's waist, and narrowly avoided the attack.

"Lord Aston, don't get distracted during the battle," the silver-haired youth said with a light laugh, looking at him.

Aston looked at him, then at the vampires around him who were in almost perfect condition, and his heart tightened.

The vampires have concealed their strength, and there are other powerful figures he doesn't know about?

"Damn it, I really need to find someone with expertise in intelligence when I get back this time." Aston gritted his teeth.

This isn't the first time he's suffered a loss in terms of intelligence.

However, high-level players in the intelligence profession are hard to find, and it is extremely difficult for them to improve their proficiency.

Therefore, even though he was a yellow-level player, he only found a strategist to serve as both a brain trust and intelligence officer.

Playing a winning game is fine, but playing a losing game can easily lead to problems.

"This knight is already at his last gasp. The remaining cleanup work is up to you." But Aston couldn't afford to lash out at the moment, so he could only express his dissatisfaction in this way.

The vampire youth glanced at him, then laughed and stepped forward.

The surrounding vampires swarmed forward, intending to help him deal with the black-armored knight.

Right now—

boom--!

A bullet, seemingly from nowhere, pierced his chest, instantly freezing the smile on the young man's face.

He tried to stop the bleeding, but the bullet wound was like a leech, and his regenerative abilities failed at this moment.

At the same time, a blood-red figure appeared on the clock tower, dragging a player who was on the verge of death.

Aston's eyes narrowed.

Those were his men.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, although he was seriously injured, he seemed to be still alive.

The vampire youth turned around as well, his once handsome face now contorted in a ferocious expression.

Upon seeing the figure on the clock tower, he was taken aback: "You...are one of my kind? No, I've never seen you in the clan before...Why did you do that?! Don't you know that killing one's own kind is the most heinous crime! The Duchess will not let you off!"