Mystical Journey

"Holy Techniques... They used to be such distant treasures," Kurt lamented, "If these were peaceful times, we would never have gotten the chance to come into contact with inheritances that belonged to the Holy Technique level. Nonetheless, an opportunity has arrived now."

"That’s right," Lars laughed before his pupils darted towards the front suddenly.

"Oh... Farne has intercepted them up ahead."

"So soon? He always works in a timely manner," Kurt smiled as well, "I can sense that they’ve stopped. They’ve probably been surrounded so we should go there quickly. Make sure not to let the Holy Technique escape our grasp."

Both of them laughed quietly at the same time.

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Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...

Rhythmic peals could be heard ringing across the plains continuously.

It sounded as if metallic objects were crashing against each other, making melodious but somewhat shrill noises.

In front of the white sedan car at the side of the road, Isaros, Pritto, and the others dispersed before surrounding the car. Inside the car were Arisa and little Vivien. Arisa was still alright and kept a composed look on her face. However, Vivien’s face was alarmed. She had to keep looking in all directions to reassure that someone was guarding the surrounding areas of the car in order for her to feel slightly at ease.

She was not a rebellious young girl and had never imagined that she would encounter a dangerous situation like this. She could only accept everything passively.

"There’s nothing to worry about..." beside her, she could hear Arisa consoling her before the other girl held her hand gently.

"Mmhmm..." she grabbed Arisa’s hand tightly.

"Uh-oh... I didn’t think that I would encounter you guys here at an earlier time?"

A giddy male voice echoed from outside the car.

Accompanied by the rhythmic beats, ten pitch black human silhouettes seemed to have instantly teleported to the sides of the road by the white sedan.

The silhouettes scattered and dispersed. Each of them had slender bodies and most of them wore black veils that concealed their facial features. The person who led the group was the only one without a veil.

That man had a head of soft silver short hair and was dressed in silvery-white casual Western-style clothes. The rhythmic beats from earlier were the result of him clapping his palms together and making strange metallic noises. The skin on his hands was pale but made metallic noises when clapped against each other.

"I am Farne," the man stopped clapping and smiled while looking at the few people around the car. His gaze immediately shifted towards the two young girls inside the car before Isaros used the side of her body to block his line of sight at once.

"Farne? If you aren’t hanging around Karst anymore, why did you run all the way here?" asked Pritto in a low voice.

Due to long periods of leisure and a good life, most of the Blood Breeds had already had lost the powerful fighting abilities that their ancestors once possessed. Other than their bodies’ naturally strong physical qualities, all of their other killing abilities had deteriorated ages ago.

However, this was only the situation of the majority of the Blood Breeds. There was still a minority of Blood Breeds that had retained their bloodlust and cruel lifestyles, such as a group of them from the secret party. One of these Blood Breeds was Farne who was standing before them.

"I heard that the Scarlet Moon clan was here so I rushed over frantically. Fortunately, I was able to intercept them on the way here. If I had arrived slightly later, I would have only brushed past my desired Holy Technique, no?" Farne rubbed both of his palms together and made the strange metallic scraping noise again.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Isaros who was the only human there.

"Oh? Apparently, there’s a normal human here? Forgive me, you must be an elite human right? Someone who could participate in my Blood Breeds’ internal matters could not be a normal person."

He snapped his fingers unconsciously while keenly noticing that Isaros was the weakest link among the trio.

Although she would not necessarily lose to the other Blood Breeds in terms of combat abilities, it was impossible for her regenerative abilities, vitality, and speed to match those of a true Blood Breed.

Isaros narrowed her gaze before staggering one step backward suddenly.

A scratching noise could be heard before an extremely thin black line instantly appeared beneath where she stood earlier. It was deeply embedded within the thick mud on the ground, leaving only a tiny circular hole there.

When she turned around, she noticed that both Pritto and Kaya’s faces have changed like her own, while Farne had lifted his chin slightly and was glancing at the back of the white sedan.

No had noticed that an entourage of black cars had silently stopped at the roadside before groups of Black Uniform members got down. One characteristic that all of them possessed was that they were all donning black veils that exposed only a part of their pale and bloodless skin.

Two extremely eye-catching men walked out from the front of the entourage slowly.

One of them was their old acquaintance, Lars, who was dressed in his usual gentlemanly suit.

The other person was a youth with short red hair who was dressed like a regular refined official document writer. He held a book without a cover in his hand.

"We meet again..."

Pritto’s heart fell. The thing that he was most worried about had happened. Their reinforcement troops had yet to arrive but their opponents were already present.

Kaya’s uncle was probably still on his way but their three Blood Breed level opponents were already present. This would be dangerous...

Although they had three combat strengths as well which comprised of two ranked Blood Breeds and Isaros who was almost equivalent to a ranked Blood Breed, Isaros’s regenerative abilities and physical endurance were far from an actual Blood Breed’s.

Moreover, they had to protect the two fellows inside the car as well. This was the worst scenario!

Lars smiled while looking at the three people who were now encircled. His lips twitched slightly when he was about to give his orders. Suddenly, he wrinkled his brows before looking at the front of the road from the corner of his eyes.

Not just him, but the others glanced towards the road at the same time as well.

Another long entourage of sedans was traveling here at an even speed. The car that led the entourage stopped slowly. It was clear that this was their destination.

The car stopped and the door was opened before a slender leg in red leather boots stretched out and stepped on the ground.

"Hehehehe... Looks like I made it in time for a good show, huh..." a voice that was neither male nor female echoed from within the car.

Bang, bang bang!!

All of the car doors were opened and then closed after four men and women with various dispositions got down. There was a large crowd of fierce members behind them that carried various weapons like submachine guns and rifles. The hollow clicking sound of firearms being loaded could be heard from the group continuously.

A man in a red trench coat got down from the car and surveyed the entire area.

"I’m here to meet someone. The rest of you can do as you please."

Looks of extreme dissatisfaction and frenzied bloodlust could be seen on the faces of the people in the crowd. It seemed as though an important event had been interrupted.

"Humans?" the smile on Lars’s face disappeared slowly, "There are so many humans here that it would be troublesome to kill all of them..."

"Are you going to do it or should I?" Kurt looked at Farne.

"Humans?" the man in the red trench coat was actually Dahm who had just rushed over. His acute hearing had caught that word. "Are you talking about us?" he glanced from left to right and noticed that the Four Hunting Generals beside him were smiling faintly.

A refined bespectacled man pushed his glasses to readjust them.

"They’re underestimating us."

"Underestimating?" Dahm acted as if he had heard something hilarious. Instantly, his smile disappeared. "Looks like you’ve spoiled my act of goodwill!"

Whoosh!!

He disappeared from his initial position instantly. His body resembled a graceful water bird when he stepped on the ground gently before leaping into the sky with both of his arms outstretched like wings. He floated gingerly towards Farne who was nearby.

"In order to save time, could you I ask you to die please?" the corners of Dahm’s mouth were curled and his bright red lipstick made him look abnormally ferocious.

"Are all of the humans so arrogant now?" Farne rubbed both of his hands together and made the metallic noise again. He raised his head towards the silhouette that was flying towards him and lifted his hands before punching his opponent head-on.

His fist and Dahm’s finger made contact, but no strength could be felt.

Farne’s face was somewhat shocked before he saw Dahm’s red silhouette gracefully appear behind him a flash. His speed had increased greatly in a mere instant, achieving speeds that had blinded him slightly when he tried to keep up with his footsteps.

His heart froze.

"Be careful! This person is st... strange!"

Bang!!!

Before he could finish speaking, Farne’s entire upper body exploded from the left side suddenly while blood gushed out like a fountain. Half of it splattered on Dahm’s body and he closed his eyes as if he was drunk on happiness. He outstretched both of his arms as though he was a musician who was preparing to leave the stage after his performance.

The remnants of the smile on Kurt’s face disappeared instantly.

Lars’s pupils dilated as if he’d witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Most of the surrounding Vampires that were entangled in the conflict were also dazed before collapsing in large groups at the hands of Dahm, who had taken the opportunity to open fire and wipe them out.

Pritto looked towards Kaya with a strange expression on his face.

"Did your uncle hire him?"

The latter had a similarly shocked expression on her face before shaking her head slowly, "My uncle is still on his way..."

Both of the Blood Breeds glanced at Isaros from the corners of their eyes. However, they noticed that Isaros had a grave expression on her face as if she’d seen the red male figure do something impossible.

"Seize the opportunity to leave." Pritto could feel Kaya writing something on his palm. The area where they’d been surrounded earlier had now become the safest place amidst the chaos.

Pritto nodded faintly and drew himself closer to Isaros quietly. On the other side, Isaros could sense movements as well and understood their plans after a moment of thinking. She moved closer towards the car door as they’d secretly agreed upon.

"That strange person may be a first-rate elite-level human, but it is impossible for him to be a worthy opponent of three ranked Blood Breeds. We can leave quickly while they’re clashing with each other." Kaya whispered while moving towards the car door quietly. "My uncle will come to our aid soon."

"I’m very sorry but you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Suddenly, a gentle male voice interrupted her actions.

Both Pritto and Kaya felt their heads turn numb. Neither of them had sensed that someone was behind them. Both of them turned their heads abruptly before realizing that the bespectacled man in white was standing behind a few people. They were completely unaware of the moment he’d approached them.

"I seem to have heard some extremely terrible things earlier..." the bespectacled man pushed his glasses higher while a faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. "Blood Breeds? Could it be that those monsters with extremely fast speeds and powerful life forces are actually legendary Blood Breeds?"

As one of the Four Hunting Generals, he was similar to Dahm because his greatest interest and hobby was fulfilling his perverted love of torturing people as well.

"Another insignificant human!" Kaya’s expression darkened.

Before she could finish speaking, three well-built men and women appeared in their surroundings. As the strongest and most terrifying death row criminals that Dahm had gathered, each of the Four Hunting Generals had extremely powerful and glorious pasts.

"Oh oh oh... There are real Vampires in this world, huh?" a muscular bald man who was holding an iron rod sneered viciously, "I was wondering how it was possible for the fellow that I caught previously to have such strong regenerative abilities. He could still move after I broke all four of his limbs and removed his eyes and tongue. Apparently, he was a Vampire, huh," a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

They were the purest thugs and world-class killers. They had gathered here as Dahm’s underlings because his cruel nature was fully compatible with their habits. Realistically speaking, Dahm could defeat them in his normal state even if the four of them worked together and perfected their training of the Waterbird Fist. Their extremely terrifying powers led Dahm to group them separately from his other subordinates by referring to them as the Four Hunting Generals which could also be interpreted as the Four Haunting Generals.

"Don’t tell me you’re not worried about your leader?" Pritto tried to divert the quartet’s attention. As a ranked Blood Breed, he could sense a dangerous air around these four people. "He’s facing three ranked Blood Breeds..."

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the other side of the battlefield when he spoke. However, he was shocked to the point where he was unable to continue speaking after looking over there.

Other than himself, Kaya and Isaros who stood on the sidelines and the two girls in the car were also staring at the nearby battlefield with stunned expressions on their faces.

The man in red, Dahm laughed maniacally while entangling himself with three other figures. The repercussions of powerful air currents burst forth when the four of them collided made it difficult for the surrounding Vampires to stand up steadily, much less approach them.

Every time Dahm outstretched his arms and flapped them, ringing explosions could be heard every time his wing-like limbs touched the bodies of the three people gently.

All three lower-level Blood Breeds were being fatally suppressed by him. They could not even need to think about gaining the upper hand since they could not even protect themselves. It was clear that Farne who suffered a powerful direct hit recently could not even reform properly.

"Hehehe, they would dare to collide with Marshall’s arms despite being unable to even touch his Dead Waterbird Fist?" The gigantic bald man glanced at the three Blood Breeds on the battlefield with a condescending look in his eyes.

"Idiot! Those are three ranked Blood Breeds! Once they use that..!" Kaya could not stop herself from retorting but was held back by Pritto who did not allow her to continue speaking.

At this moment, changes began to appear throughout the fight between the heads.