Breaching Blood Castle

Viktor was both shocked and furious. Hearing the continuous howling of wolves, his first thought was exactly the same as Amelia's: was London the stronghold of vampires or Werewolf?

Enraged, Viktor laughed in exasperation, ripped off the IV lines, strode toward Klein, and grabbed him by the collar. "Klein, how dare you betray me?"

One or two Werewolf don't mean anything, a dozen or Werewolf not a big problem either, but more than three digits of Werewolf can only mean that they have gained influence in London and have been lying low for a long time.

Klein was the head of the London headquarters. Viktor didn't believe that he was completely unaware and kept in the dark. He knew Klein's capabilities and would never allow the Werewolf to grow and reach their current size under his nose.

The only explanation is that Klein is a traitor who betrayed the vampire clan and had a secret deal with the Werewolf.

Viktor was arrogant and considered himself the leader of the vampire clan, so Klein's betrayal of the vampire clan was tantamount to betraying him.

"No, my master, I did not betray you. All of this... can be explained, please let me explain..." Klein was sweating profusely, his soul almost leaving his body in fright.

"I will give you a chance to explain, to prove yourself with the memories in your blood!" Viktor grinned, revealing his bloodsucking fangs, pried open Klein's head, and bit down on his neck.

"No, no..."

Blood splattered, and Klein's voice grew weaker and weaker; he knew he was completely finished.

With the power of Blood Memory, all his conspiracies and secrets were exposed to Viktor: colluding with the wolf chieftain Lucian, currying favor with the committee, and plotting to murder the Grand Elder...

Every single one of them is a capital offense!

"You damn bastard!!!"

Through the filthy blood, Viktor saw Klein's memories and was immediately overwhelmed with dread. He felt like a complete idiot, having been deceived by Klein for over six hundred years while remaining oblivious and smug.

If Amelia hadn't suddenly betrayed him, Klein would have overthrown his rule, and he would have been torn to pieces by the Werewolf he'd put in the castle.

Viktor is afraid of death. Having experienced death once, he knows its pain and horror all too well. Therefore, he will not let anyone who tries to harm him get away with it, no matter who they are.

"I... my master, please spare me, give me... one more chance, I will never let you down again."

Klein was barely breathing; a large chunk of flesh and blood had been torn from the artery in his neck, and the massive blood loss had left him somewhat delirious.

He is definitely out of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have said such childish things!

"You don't deserve my forgiveness..."

"Viktor said coldly, grabbing Klein's head and tearing it apart with all his might amidst the man's screams," Victor said.

"Ah..."

Klein's eyes were bloodshot, his neck was stretched long, the muscles at the wound were torn, and when the screams stopped, his entire head was ripped off, along with a small piece of his spine.

Viktor's face was half covered in blood. He dropped Klein's corpse, stomped on it, and crushed the head on the ground.

"Someone come here!"

Splash!

Four or five vampire warriors walked in from outside the door, and they all trembled when they saw Klein's headless corpse.

Viktor scanned the faces of the men and realized they were all Klein's subordinates, which enraged him. His five fingers flicked out sharp, knife-like nails, and with practiced ease, he killed them all. After drinking his fill of blood, his withered, tree-like appearance was fully restored.

"Someone come here!"

"..."

"I said, someone come in here!!!"

Two more roars followed, and seven or eight trembling vampire warriors entered, kneeling on the ground, too afraid to utter a word.

He's still one of Klein's men!

Viktor tragically discovers that his vampire clan, which he has painstakingly built up over the years, has been hollowed out by Klein.

The vampire clan in London is rotten to the core. The men he left behind were given sinecure by Klein and turned into useless good-for-nothings who only know how to smoke, drink, and play around with women.

Klein suppressed dissidents, consolidated real power, and used power as bait to win people's hearts with a combination of kindness and coercion. Surprisingly... his approval rating was even higher than when he was in power.

If the fighting continues, Blood Castle will fall without a fight. Viktor suppressed his rage and ordered his men to bring him his robe and Knight Sword, preparing to clean up the internal strife after this battle.

The huge stone house was empty. Drops of blood gathered and flowed down the grooves, pouring into the coffin under the stone crevice, where the last elder, Marcus, lay!

Blood Castle is located in a suburb of London. Because many powerful and influential people fawn over it, the area has been placed under curfew by the higher-ups and has become a self-governing territory for vampires.

Whatever happens here, all official London armed forces will not intervene, even if it's a war, they will pretend they didn't see it.

And then, today, war broke out!

Lucian's more than 300 Werewolf underlings and Amelia's more than 100 vampire warriors transferred from the America formed a werewolf-vampire alliance of nearly 500 people, which was said to be 2,000... cough cough, not said to be, and launched a surprise attack on Blood Castle under the cover of night.

In terms of numbers, the wolf-vampire alliance has the advantage. Although London is the vampire's stronghold, most vampires are scattered in other corners of the city. Only three hundred vampires remain at the castle, and half of them are pretty girls with soft voices and gentle bodies, whose fighting ability is average once they get out of bed.

In terms of weaponry, the Ghost Wolf Alliance possesses UV Bullets with explosive destructive power, while the Blood Castle defenders are still using outdated Silver Bullets.

Outnumbered and outequipped, the defenders' only advantage was that they were fighting on their own territory.

Unfortunately, one of them turned out to be a traitor. Klein gave Lucian a map leading directly to the Elder's Coffin House, and Lucian knew all the traps and troop deployments along the way.

Incidentally, the garrison along this route is basically Viktor's old men, the kind of good-for-nothings who are good at smoking, drinking and womanizing, and can't beat anyone outside of bed and the drinking table.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—

Without Russell fully understanding what was happening, Lucian and his Werewolf minions swept through the enemy lines with unparalleled speed and skill, leaving Amelia livid. Had she not encountered Russell, she would have spent the next hundred years sleeping there.

"Listen to me, don't think about making London your base anymore. Go to America. The people there are more European, it's a multi-ethnic country, and they're more open to foreign species and new things."

Russell said things that left Amelia completely bewildered. Although she didn't understand them, she decided to believe him.

As this direction was torn apart, the vampires of Blood Castle were routed, suffering heavy casualties under the charge of the Ghost Wolf Alliance. Some fled far away, while others hid on the spot.

Clearing away the obstacles, Lucian grinned as he pushed open the castle gates, leading hundreds of his underlings in a line to escort Russell into the magnificent vampire palace.

Directly in front of them stood Viktor, his face as cold as ice, and ten vampire warriors who were nearly scared out of their wits.