Chapter 1392: Chapter 119: Lies
David chose arson, creating chaos, as a cover for his escape.
A little over a month ago, when he led everyone to sneak into the Farm, he had already familiarized himself with the Farm’s structure.
And among the people on this trip, Meila and another rade of the Revolutionary Army were originally from this Farm, which further deepened David’s familiarity with the current environment.
The fire quickly spread from the stables… and then to several nearby buildings.
By the time the patrolling bloodsuckers arrived, the fire was already quite intense.
Of course, such a fire is difficult for humans to extinguish quickly, but for bloodsuckers, it doesn’t take too much time.
However, what the bloodsuckers didn’t expect was that a bell suddenly rang within the Farm—acpanied by a massive explosion.
At this moment, a tower within the Farm suddenly collapsed.
This was the explosives the Revolutionary Army had buried in this tower long ago, intended as part of their original plan. Only, the Revolutionary Army led by David was captured before the operation even began.
Now, David not only set fire to a few buildings but also immediately detonated the explosives hidden on the tower!
The explosion did not injure any bloodsucker but was enough to draw the entire Farm’s attention… especially all the “Crops” living within the Farm!
Light up.
The entire Farm Town was gradually lit up by lights due to the explosion.
Chaos… even greater chaos would be his capital for a safe retreat. In the night, David darted faster through the shadows of the town, swiftly heading toward the Breeding Farm.
At this moment, David once again encountered Meila.
And this time, it seemed Meila was injured, leaning alone against a shadowy part of an alley.
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Half an hour earlier.
In the square, Meila was dealing with dozens of bloodsuckers alone—she might have been quite indifferent to the Revolutionary Army she had just rescued, but upon leaving them, she resolutely began slaughtering the bloodsuckers throughout the town in a high-profile manner.
It might have been a way to vent her frustration at the unfairness of fate, or perhaps she simply wanted to kill more bloodsuckers… or maybe, she wanted to focus the attention of all the bloodsuckers in the Farm on herself.
Who knows?
She was now alone, and the only thing she could rely on was the black flame lodged onto the wound on her cheek.
This black flame was truly formidable… before obtaining it, she could have been described as a weak girl, couldn’t she?
Meila, her breath slightly unstable, surveyed the increasing number of bloodsuckers around her… how many bloodsuckers are in the Farm anyway?
She didn’t have a concrete concept, only knowing that her stamina seemed to be running out… the powerful black flame apparently did not grant her endless stamina.
After all, it was just a Power like a weapon, not something that fundamentally altered her life’s structure.
But… continue killing.
It seemed to be speaking to her in this way.
This battle soon drew Bazby over.
Since being attacked by Meila while heading to Dormitory No. 7, Bazby had changed his course from continuing to the seventh dormitory to manding the bloodsuckers to pursue this malicious Vampire Slayer.
At this time, under the siege of numerous bloodsuckers, Meila was temporarily confined in the space of the square… Bazby, acpanied by several guards, quickly approached.
He had changed into a new set of clothes… but after having brutally torn his own wings, his expression still seemed vaguely listless.
“What’s the situation now?”
A subordinate quickly returned to report, “Lord Bazby, we have temporarily contained this slayer, but… but she’s too terrifying. She can use an irregular flame, and anyone who touches it is either seriously injured or dies.”
Bazby himself had experienced the power of this flame, so he said nothing about his subordinate’s current display of fear.
He nodded indifferently, then looked into the battle zone, his brain frantically analyzing the scene, “She seems to have slowed down…, is it a stamina issue… strange, the fire’s Power seems somewhat unstable. Hmm…”
“Lord, did you say unstable?” A nearby subordinate couldn’t help but look at Bazby in surprise.
Bazby was deep in thought, his eyes never leaving the battle between Meila and the bloodsuckers.
Suddenly, Bazby waved his hand, ordering in a deep voice, “Avoid contact and unnecessary close-bat with her, focus on evading the slayer’s flame attacks… maintain distance! If burned by the flames, amputate the limb immediately unless it’s the heart!”
“Yes, sir!”
With Bazby’s order, the bloodsuckers in the square quickly dispersed—they had to obey Bazby’s mands.
Originally, as a confidant beside the Acting Archduke, Bazby had high authority over the Honor Guard, and now he even managed the Clan’s authority.
As long as the heart isn’t struck, immediate amputation… clearly, it was an acceptable order.
Amputating a limb for bloodsuckers merely meant drinking more human blood afterward to recover.
Soon, with the altered tactics, the bloodsuckers gradually exhausted Meila to a terrifying level… she even had to gasp heavily, her body glistening with fragrant sweat.
She even felt as if she was experiencing mild symptoms of dehydration—what was worse, as she could not devour the bloodsuckers’ Souls for a long time, the Power of the black flame began to plummet rapidly.
Fear… it might not last much longer!
At this moment, Bazby, outside the battle zone, suddenly sent his voice into the battle zone… reaching Meila’s ears, “Your stamina can’t hold on anymore, right? Surrender now, you can’t escape.”
“Then e capture me yourself… traitor!”
Meila sneered, suddenly spurring the black flame in her hand… the flame exploded outward, its Power seemingly surging back again, causing the surrounding bloodsuckers to bee apprehensive once more.
——Again… traitor?
Bazby frowned, not recognizing this slayer woman before him, yet why did she repeatedly call him a traitor?
“Don’t pretend anymore.” Bazby calmed his mind, continuing in a deep voice, “This irregular flame of yours must have limitations in use, right? Perhaps it is affected by your own stamina, or maybe something else… for instance, it can draw Power by burning our bodies, right?”
Meila couldn’t help but feel a shock in her heart.
But her face remained as cold as frost, and the black flame in her hand seemed to have increased in power, “Is that so… Then you can try. Of course, the consequences are your own.”
“I’ve analyzed that whenever the power of your flame starts to weaken, you bee very eager to attack us… Whenever you successfully burn our bodies, its power is restored again.” Bazby said nonchalantly, “As for whether this theory is correct, as long as I continue with this tactic, the answer will naturally reveal itself over time.”
“Then let’s try!!”
Acpanied by Meila’s cold shout, she waved her hands, and the black flame suddenly exploded, spreading in an instant like a mist erupting, 360 degrees, without any dead angle, engulfing all the bloodsuckers present in the square!
Seeing this, the bloodsuckers were greatly shocked… No matter if the power of this thing has diminished, once it touched them, it stuck like glue, leaving a real impact!
The bloodsuckers had no choice but to hurriedly scatter… Even Bazby, having suffered once, instinctively moved to dodge the explosive flame.
Unexpectedly, the fiery explosion was quite frightening, but it came quickly and went quickly, dissipating in a short time.
“Master… the slayer is gone!”
“Chase her.” Bazby calmly issued the order, “She shouldn’t have gone far… Once found, as I’ve instructed, if burned, unless it’s a fatal wound, immediately sever the limb! Remember, do not act alone!”
“Yes, sir!”
Then Bazby pondered for a few seconds and called over a subordinate, instructing, “Take a small team to the place where the Aristocrats are staying today and inform them of this matter, tell them to stay put and not run around.”
Alright… fine, the subordinate thought.
Delivering the message was definitely going to happen, but whether those higher Aristocrats would listen, was beyond its control.
Seeing his subordinates already going about their tasks, Bazby slowly exhaled… He still felt the wounds on his back where he had torn away his own wings naggingly ache. Perhaps, he truly should consume some fresh blood to replenish… Ever since falling into the Lost Rift, until now, after several battles, he hadn’t been able to stop and rest, let alone eat.
He slowly instructed the subordinate beside him, “Prepare a batch of mass-produced pure blood for me.”
The subordinate at this moment suggested, “Master, how about I call for the Farm! The Clan has regulations that during wartime, you can directly consume the blood from the Farm to recover, right? Besides, how can mass-produced pure blood pare to fresh blood from the Ancients.”
Bazby merely looked at the subordinate with an expressionless face.
The subordinate was suddenly scared and trembling, quickly lowered its head, and swiftly said, “I’ll immediately prepare a mass-produced pure blood Blood Bag for you!”
Just then, a subordinate hurriedly approached from nearby, forcibly holding a girl’s wrist and dragged her along.
“Master, we found this Farm nearby! Perhaps she’s an acplice of the female slayer earlier!”
Bazby said nothing, his eyes scanned over the captured girl, then suddenly froze… He flashed past, and the vampire’s arm holding the girl’s wrist was instantly severed.
The vampire subordinate with the severed arm painfully fell to the ground, clutching the wound, too afraid to scream, only looking at Bazby in horror… watching him slowly take the girl into his cape, gently holding her.
The girl was… Mina!
The girl seemed to hold something tightly in her arms… It seemed like a roll of something. At the same time, she buried her face in Bazby’s embrace, as if frightened… lightly trembling.
“Continue your work.”
Not paying attention to the vampire with the severed arm on the ground, Bazby coldly swept his gaze over all the vampires around him… They all immediately fell silent as if in fear of frost.
“Let’s go.”
And these words were directed at Mina in his arms… Just like that, he led Mina away from the eyes of his subordinates.
The subordinates were confused… not understanding why their lord suddenly seemed so brutal. They could only silently watch Bazby take the girl and leave.
“Tsk… not even an upper-level Aristocrat yet, already learning the ways of upper-level Aristocrats. Is she seeing this Farm as her personal property, huh,”
“Hush, keep it down… he’s now the ruler of the Clan’s power!”
“Hmph… just a bit lucky, being by Prince Bylegang’s side… Enough, let’s not talk!”
The square slowly emptied out.
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Careless… leaning against the cold alley wall, Meila felt as if her lungs had inhaled fire, the scorching sensation made her almost suffocate… breathing heavily, but unable to slow her heartbeat.
Clearly, her intense exertions had exceeded her body’s capabilities… Protectively, her body had overridden her will and stopped moving.
The black flame clinging to her cheeks still burned, but it was like a flame about to flicker out.
It was like the final matchstick in a fairy tale she once heard, held by the little match girl.
But evidently, it did not give her the warmth and beauty like that little match girl in the fairy tale.
Footsteps approached.
Is it a bloodsucker… but even a finger can’t move.
The footsteps drew closer.
Strangely, she didn’t feel much fear, instead felt a faint sense of relief… All things considered, she’d killed quite a few bloodsuckers tonight, it seemed she hadn’t lost yet, huh?
Originally, she was a dying person… They should have successfully escaped by now, right?
“Meila… It’s really you.”
The footsteps stopped, but what acpanied them was a somewhat familiar voice… Meila raised her head in surprise, looking at the man wrapped in a stinking appearance, insensibly opening her mouth slightly.
David suddenly squatted down, while tearing open the cloth on his face, revealing his true appearance, “It’s me! David!”
She naturally recognized him; once he pulled off the cloth on his face… Meila did not meet David’s concerned gaze, only slightly lowered her face, hiding her wounded cheek in the shadow of her hood, “You… didn’t you already… escape with them…”
“I returned, we still have two panions who escaped too, I wasn’t at ease so I stayed!” David said seriously.
“You… were able to leave, why e back?” Meila furrowed her brow slightly, “What can you do alone?”
“I can’t leave when seeing someone die.” David took a deep breath, “If I let people die without helping… then how am I any different from those bloodsuckers?”
He looked at Meila, softly said, “We’re panions, aren’t we.”
She opened her mouth slightly, as if something was touched in her heart, and looked at him blankly.
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