Entrance

The Emerald Manor built in the upper district of the Abyssal Skin Factory.

Marquis Enwei sat alone at the edge of the rooftop, watching the Circus Tent below.

He was one of the most patient among the Seven Marquis. Even after watching continuously for seven days and nights, he would not have felt bored.

But less than an hour had passed when something happened.

The Golden Gentleman Clown Sculpture built atop the Circus Tent suddenly began moving. From somewhere, it pulled out an extraordinarily long megaphone,

with one end covering the statue's mouth,

and the other aimed at the Emerald Manor where the bloodfolk nobles were gathered.

§Hahaha, haha, ha! Why hasn't anyone come into the circus yet? We've made thorough preparations for this performance facing the Blood Plague's infected. We even specially prepared blood-flavored desserts to suit your tastes.§

§Ha↑ha↓ha, what a cautious bunch you are~ Come quickly. Our tent doesn't eat people.§

§I heard that people infected with the Blood Plague are naturally extremely curious. How did you become so lifeless here? Was the impact of your defeat really that great? Ah, how sad.§

The voice carried straight to the upper reaches of the Factory, even drowning out every sound within the Emerald Manor,

and it was not merely loud. It also possessed penetrating power, targeting capability, and an effect on the brain. It reached directly into the Inner Heart of every bloodfolk, stirring the pride and restlessness in their blood.

"The Mad Shell Virus is emitting this voice in coordination? A madman?"

The well-informed Marquis Enwei immediately saw where the problem lay.

He bit through his finger, spraying a large amount of blood into the air to add a "blood barrier" around the entire manor, isolating the voice's influence and preventing any Count from losing control and