"Kill me, just put me out of my misery. Kill me, quick!" The Priest's mumbled pleas still echoed, plunging the entire Blood Clan guard into silence.
Even though they were vampires, they were still creatures with emotions. No one could watch their comrade suffer like this without feeling something. Although they knew that ending the Priest's suffering was the best option, who could bring themselves to do it?
Chuba turned away, covering his face in anguish. He was one of the few vampires with a decent personality, and he got along well with the others in the guard. This meant he was suffering more than the others in this situation.
Reinhardt furiously punched the carriage. The metal carriage slightly deformed, and a few threads of sunlight seeped in. This sunlight wasn't fatal to a pureblood, as long as it didn't hit a vital area. However, it was enough to cause pain.
Reinhardt's fist, exposed to the threads of sunlight, felt like it was plunged into magma. His muscles and bones were charred by an invisible fire. But he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound. Perhaps, for him, knowing the inside story, this was a form of self-punishment.
Yes, he knew the inside story. He knew everything Grand Machinos had done. But he was powerless; he was Grand Machinos' blade and had to carry out his orders. Even if it meant leading his subordinates to their deaths. Now, the Priest was suffering terribly, and he couldn't even allow him to forgive himself. He could only punish himself in this way to make his heart feel a little better.
As the only woman in the Blood Clan guard, Vileen couldn't bear to watch any longer. She buried her head in the Light Axe's embrace, but didn't notice the fear and desire in the Light Axe's eyes.
The only one whose expression didn't change was the Snowman, a vampire swordsman with exquisite blade skills. He took two steps forward and swiftly drew his blade. The dazzling blade light was enough to make everyone pale, and it was this dazzling light that ended the Priest's roar.
His long blade entered the Priest's jaw, directly cleaving through the entire skull. With one cut, everything was divided, without the slightest obstruction. Such a blade could be said to possess a soul, dazzling and decisive.
It could be said that in this situation, the Snowman made the most correct decision. But not everyone could understand his actions. Chuba immediately rushed forward, grabbed the Snowman's collar, and roared at him.
"You bastard, do you know what you're doing? You killed your comrade, you madman?"
The Snowman silently used his sheathed long blade to separate the two of them, pushing Chuba back with force. Looking at the Priest, who seemed to have found peace, and the agitated Chuba, he remained as calm as water. He spoke in a tone that was completely devoid of emotion.
"Of course, I know what I did! I just gave a warrior the rest he deserved."
"You bastard!" Chuba wanted to charge forward and give the Snowman a few blows, but he was stunned by the sudden noise.
The noise came from the Priest's corpse. The reason it was called a corpse was entirely because of the Snowman's stunning cut. One slash directly split the head in two diagonally, not even sparing the mutated, shriveled, and yellowed brain. At this extent, as long as it was within the scope of a living being, it could be said to be brain dead.
But for the Priest, it was different. After a moment of stillness, his body began to convulse again. It was as tenacious as a headless cockroach, its vitality shockingly horrifying. A closer look revealed that even the Priest's severed head retained life, his eyes still blinking.
Such a scene was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine, even a group of Blood Clan. Chuba was no longer scolding the Snowman; he himself could barely stand it. He raised his firearm loaded with silver-plated bullets, which were lethal to vampires, and began to spray the corpse with a relentless barrage of gunfire.
The bullets tore through the body, occasionally ricocheting off the operating table and the car. Fortunately, aside from the two humans, who worried about being hit by stray bullets, the other creatures present didn't seem to care much.
What they cared about was that the corpse wouldn't die no matter how much they shot it. The corpse, which had been turned into a tattered doll by the bullets, with its internal organs and most of its bones shredded, still refused to stop moving. Its heart was still beating, as if all the damage it had sustained didn't exist.
However, they weren't completely without results. At the very least, they noticed something they hadn't seen before.
Beneath the torn and shredded muscles of the corpse's chest, they saw a bone plate, completely fused together, like a suit of armor, firmly encasing the heart. If they couldn't hear the heartbeat, they wouldn't have known the heart was inside such a strange bone plate.
The Snowman was still the one taking action. He used his long blade to carefully carve away the muscles on the bone plate, exposing the entire plate to view. Then, with a serious expression, he plunged the long blade into a tiny gap on the bone plate located under the armpit.
The blade conveyed the sensation of piercing solid muscle, and this single stab caused the entire corpse to convulse violently, as if electrocuted. Watching the corpse's grotesque contortions, everyone present felt a sense of certain pain.
This feeling made the Snowman even more certain. He violently twisted the hilt of his weapon, and the muscle tissue on the blade was torn to shreds. This became the most lethal blow.
The corpse stopped writhing, as if it had suddenly lost all power and was completely silent. From the point of the blade, a ghostly blue flame began to rise, slowly but very quickly consuming everything on the corpse. After only four or five breaths, the entire corpse finally turned to ashes, just like an ordinary vampire's death.
No, not entirely. To be precise, there was still a part, the half-head that the Snowman had chopped off earlier. It was still blinking, and being separated from the body meant it wouldn't perish with the corpse.
"I crushed the heart, but this..." The Snowman fell silent as he looked at the half-head. No matter how precise his blade skills were, he couldn't find a fatal weakness in this thing.
At this moment, Reinhardt suddenly walked over. He reached out and picked up the half-head, staring intently at the eyes that were also staring back at him through his sunglasses. This was his former comrade, now an Undying Variant.
After a moment, he slammed the thing in his hand against the compartment, where he had previously created a hairline crack. He used great force, causing the brains inside to splatter out while also widening the crack in the compartment a bit.
Deadly sunlight shot out from the crack, which was about the size of a sword tip. Under the sunlight, the half-head instantly turned to ashes, even faster than before. Although Reinhardt had dodged in time, large patches of skin on his hands were still scorched. Both of his hands were in the same condition.
Ignoring the wounds on his hands, Reinhardt said to his teammates with unusual seriousness, "Besides the heavily protected heart, the sun is also their weakness. Remember this! I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."
"Heh!" Whistler, having watched the unfolding drama, let out a cold laugh. "Don't forget, you vampires. The sun is just as deadly to you."
"No need for your concern! Buddy, worry about yourself and Blade Warrior," Reinhardt sneered back at Whistler. In his eyes, the old man was already dead. He saw no point in arguing with a dead man.
With Blade Warrior in hand, the vampire warriors under Grand Machinos would soon possess the same ability as the Daywalkers, to walk in sunlight. Then, everything would be repaid. Reinhardt silently mused, knowing it was all worth it for the vampires.
Time began to fly again. When Serana woke from her slumber, it was already close to dusk.
In the room, sealed tightly by curtains, only a floor lamp emitted a dim light. Under the lamp, Zhou Yi was carefully looking at a book. However, Serana's unconscious movements woke Zhou Yi, and he put down the book and said to Serana with a gentle expression.
"Looks like you rested well. How is it? Are you comfortable with the environment?"
Serana unconsciously rubbed her face to wake herself up. Of course, this action looked exceptionally cute on her, especially since she was only wearing an oversized shirt.
"I feel great, never been this comfortable," Serana replied softly. Even now, she still felt a sense of unreality. It was like she was dreaming.
"Rest assured, this is just the beginning. Your life will only get better from here." Zhou Yi sat beside the girl, stroking her soft, golden hair. Because she had taken a bath, Serana had finally undone those braids that he found so annoying, and her shoulder-length hair now felt wonderful to him.
Serana didn't speak, just buried her head in his embrace, like a pet seeking warmth.
After a long while, she finally asked a question that had been on her mind for a long time.
"Why did you bring me here? Why are you so nice to me?" Serana wasn't stupid; she knew there was no such thing as love without reason in this world. Zhou Yi had treated her beyond what an ordinary person would do. She wanted to know the reason, even if it meant getting hurt.
"Maybe because you're beautiful!" Zhou Yi laughed and replied.
"There are more beautiful people than just me, including those humans who aren't vampires." Serana made her point clear. She was very clear-headed; beauty was just a reason, but it would definitely not be the decisive factor. She wanted to know the real factor.
"You know what, Serana." Zhou Yi didn't answer her directly; he used another approach. "There aren't so many whys in this world. I know many people have complained about such things, why, with the same conditions, or even better than me, the heavens still favor those guys. To such a question, I can only say, this is fate."
"Maybe you feel you are not conspicuous enough, or not worthy of me doing this. But I can only tell you that some of your actions have touched me. Just as fate chose you, I acknowledge your existence and want to keep you by my side. This doesn't need a reason. Even if you doubt my motives, or think I just want a pet, it doesn't matter. I have done it, keeping you by my side, and this is already a settled fact. And I, never regret it."
Serana didn't move after hearing this. She still held Zhou Yi, and after a long while, she quietly replied.
"I won't regret it either!"
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