The two supreme fighters serving the Celestial Dragons still had not made a move.
Each led a portion of their forces, one protecting the Celestial Dragons themselves, the other guarding their important assets, including their slaves.
Amid the chaos, transporting slaves and assets required considerable manpower.
Just then, word arrived that the shipment of Blood Tribe "blood banks" had been intercepted.
The news sent a shock through all the surviving Celestial Dragons.
"Bring every one of those blood slaves back, or you'll regret it."
This order came not from a single Celestial Dragon, but from more than half of them.
Every member of the Blood Tribe was priceless. Their ability to extend lifespans drove all the Celestial Dragons wild.
Even these nobles had to ration how much they drank.
Naturally, this fighter raised by the Celestial Dragons could not defy the "orders of the gods," especially when those orders came from his masters, the Family that had trained him.
The one who had intervened was, of course, Redfield.
The instant he saw his kin, he recognized them for what they were. Whether their hair was red or silver, the aura and vitality hidden in their blood were exactly like his own.
At the same time, rage all but consumed his heart.
For the first time in his life, "Red the Aloof," the "Red Count," felt such fury.
His mind-piercing Observation Haki let him look directly into his kin's memories and see everything they had suffered.
They had been raised as blood banks from birth. Their lives consisted of nothing but having their blood drawn, again and again.
At regular intervals, they were drained of an enormous amount of blood, equivalent to a third of all the blood in their bodies.
There were only a little over twenty of them, yet