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Even though her status was far superior to that of her crooked and disorganized clansmen, the secret treasures the other side presented still managed to cause significant interference to her.

That is a bondage originating from an ancient covenant etched into the bloodline instincts.

Similar to Earth in a parallel world, the origins of vampires in this world can also be traced back to Cain in the Bible. The lineage established by his thirteen grandsons is the famous Thirteen Clans.

Based on their own power characteristics, these pioneers crafted thirteen clan relics, each with its own power: the Cursed Key, the Corpse Hand, the Corrupted Bracelet, the Magic Puppet, the Bone Harp, the Blood Cup, the Spirit Staff, the Soul Ring, the Butcher's Knife, the Execution Axe, the Illusion Mirror, the Ghost Lamp, and the Poison Bottle. They hoped to use these relics to suppress their inherent power and protect their descendants for eternity.

However, from man-made wonders that dominate the earth to great empires that conquer the world, the relentless passage of time is enough to destroy everything that seems solid, whether it is tangible or intangible.

Vampires are said to be immortal, but in reality, their lifespan is only much longer than that of ordinary mortals. As long as they do not open the gate to immortality, their lifespan will still come to an end.

As time passed and the world changed, the previous generations of Dark Night Children, who were once said to be comparable to gods and demons, have been forgotten with the times. Without the strong control of those in high positions, the once well-organized thirteen clans have gradually scattered into nearly a hundred branches of varying sizes.

If living beings are like this, how can a few inanimate objects be any different?

Hundreds of years ago, the Thirteen Sacred Artifacts were lost in battles and the long slumber of clan leaders. At that time, the Vampire Elders' Council, which was teetering on the brink of collapse under the impact of the tide of the times, gathered experts and spent a lot of manpower and resources to forge thirteen powerful magical artifacts based on the emblems of various clans. They signed a contract in an attempt to restore their authority.

However, the changes in people's hearts are ultimately beyond the control of external factors. In particular, the decline of the church and the explosion of the population have relieved the vampires of internal and external pressures. In addition, the Age of Discovery has opened up living space, and members who have migrated to various countries around the world can enjoy their power and privileges as long as they keep a low profile and close their doors.

Therefore, within a century or two, the two factions of the Mystic Demons, who once held sway over the dark world, quickly disintegrated and became mere shells of their former selves, along with their so-called new sacred artifacts, and were thrown into the dustbin of history.

Having lost their symbolic meaning, they were left with only the value of being extraordinary items. One of them, after changing hands many times, was acquired by Victor, the most powerful and established vampire in the Federation.

This is the [Vantor Scepter] in Serena's hand!

As royalty among vampires and the nominal leader of the Secret Society, this treasure representing the Ventura clan, like its appearance, can greatly suppress the rebellious desires of lower-ranking members of the clan, making it a powerful weapon in civil war.

At this moment, a small test of skill not only instantly averted the crisis, but even hinted at a potential reversal of fortune.

Just as a feudal monarch could command his ministers with his power, but would be helpless when faced with a vassal lord who had carved out his own territory, Santa Nicole, with her level of understanding, naturally had her own ways of dealing with such situations.

The glass curtain wall shattered with a crash, and sharp, crystalline fragments rained down as her physical body burst into the private room, merging with her spiritual avatar.

At the same time, the hard stone wall churned like water, and something the size of two palms suddenly leaped out and covered the woman's face.

It was a brownish-green mask with short horns on top and jagged edges, resembling both crying and laughing.

Without a moment's pause, a wave containing chaotic and distorted meaning spread out, filling the entire space.

The numerous "snake demons," whose limbs had gone numb, suddenly roared to the sky. Conical fangs protruded from their lips, and fur and bone spurs bearing the marks of wild beasts grew out from the gaps in their scales. As if they had taken stimulants, they swarmed around again with renewed vigor!

You have the [Vantra's Scepter], and I have the [Nosferatu Mask]!

“Hehe, how do you like the fakes collected by our country folk? Please, noble young lady, have a look!” Santa Nico’s voice came from behind the mask, sounding slightly muffled.

Intelligent beings share similarities in their thinking, and the habit of imitating famous magical artifacts is not unique to human cultivators. The magical mask in her hand is a masterpiece of vampire crimson alchemy, with a power that is sixty to seventy percent greater than the original sacred artifact, enough to offset most of the negative effects brought by the black scepter.

The wet, black braids spread out wildly, splitting into dozens of thin, dark shadows, each ending in a triangular head with a snake-like snout, bringing with it a stench of putrid mud, as it viciously attacked Serena.

The round table and wine cabinet in its path were lightly brushed away, as easily as a knife cutting through butter. The dark green magical venom sizzled at the cut, and the solid oak was corroded into a puddle of mud in the blink of an eye.

Faced with such a vicious attack, even with her secret treasure, Serena had to be on high alert. She wielded her black scepter lightly, and a perfectly round dark moon appeared, its eerie light catching the attacking snake braid steadily.

When the first attack missed, he changed tactics again. Suddenly, his black hair split into two, then into four, and so on, becoming more and more numerous and finer. It transformed from a steel whip into fine needles, which gathered outside the moonlight, densely wrapped in a layer. They intertwined and writhed, dragging a sticky venom with them. The disgusting sight was enough to make anyone with trypophobia drop their SAN value.

The thousands of snake-like hairs either spun and burrowed or bit fiercely, probing for weaknesses in the defenses while attempting to force their way through.

The ant swarm tactic was very effective. Although each individual ant had little power, their sheer number made them impossible to resist. Fragments of spiritual light scattered from time to time, and the clear, glass-like moon emitted a cracking sound as it succumbed to the weight, its ice-crack-like patterns growing larger and larger.

Although Serena had a means to retaliate, after glancing at Zhu Mingyao standing behind her with his eyes closed, she could only focus all her magical power on herself and dared not move an inch.

Fortunately, her temporary teammates didn't keep her waiting too long.

"Thank you for your hard work. I was a little careless this time. Consider this a favor you owe me?"

Two golden lights flashed, and Zhu Mingyao suddenly opened his eyes, giving the vampire lady a grateful nod.

"I never expected this to be the lair of the Nosferatu clan!"

He pulled out his peachwood staff and stood it upright in the sky, his feet treading the steps of the Big Dipper.

"Five Thunder Messengers, Five Ding Commanders, Suspended Great Sage, thunder roars, facing the Five Sacred Mountains, stabilizing heaven and earth, dare to disobey, or I command you to sever your soul, so be it!"

Before he could finish speaking, the wind and clouds surged, and the fine, hair-like light condensed into countless arcs of lightning, like needles striking wheat awns, precisely hitting each of the magical energy venomous snakes and forcing them back to their original black-haired forms amidst the billowing, acrid smoke.

Chapter 339 Civil War Set

Among the vampires, who are known for their handsome appearance, Nosferatu of the thirteen clans is an extremely special anomaly.

Their ancestors were cursed for betraying the second generation of vampires. The latent power of the Embrace twisted their bodies, making them uglier day by day after being embraced.

Therefore, in the dark and ignorant times, they were often ostracized by other clans and forced to live in marginal areas such as sewers or tombs, sustenance from the blood of non-humans. However, they also benefited from this misfortune by awakening the ability to be friendly with snakes, insects, rats and ants, and to control these creatures to spread diseases with ease, even surpassing the Druids. Several terrible plagues in European history have their shadowy shadows behind them.

Due to their physical disadvantages, Nosferatu mostly lived far from human society and became even rarer in modern times. In addition, the strange aura emanating from the tavern suppressed his senses, so Zhu Mingyao was unable to distinguish them for the time being.

Now that a companion has revealed his true colors, he immediately took appropriate measures!

Qingying's exorcising spell was relentless, surging like a raging torrent, engulfing the monsters rushing towards her in a blinding ocean of lightning.

A deafening thunderous roar erupted, and the extended private room instantly shattered into countless fragments. Among the various wreckages, pieces of flesh covered in scales and long hair were torn apart, and then blue-green arcs of electricity extinguished any remaining life force, turning them into charred black ash.

Choking dust and raging energy flow intertwined into a chaotic scene, and a figure soared into the sky—it was Santa Nicole.

She was shrouded in a crimson armor dripping with blood, each plate brimming with life force. Even under the fierce lightning, it only dimmed slightly, and she appeared calm and composed, seemingly unharmed.

Only her long, cloud-like hair, cut short at the roots, and the solemnity on her face revealed that she was not as relaxed as she appeared.

Santa Nicole felt a slight pang of regret. Even though the cunning woman had guessed that the enemy might have hidden strength, she hadn't expected them to be so troublesome.

She had been lingering here for more than a day, and she was well aware of the power of the hidden secret rituals and spells. She asked herself if she were in another place, she would have been drained of her life essence and become a sacrifice to "it" long ago, how could she be so indifferent?

The only saving grace is that the opponent's powerful mysterious item seems to have been damaged in the battle and will be difficult to use for a short time. With our advantage of terrain, we may still be able to fight back.

Sharp, blade-like fingernails swiftly sliced ​​across the palm, splattering a few drops of crimson blood that instantly dispersed into a thick, red miasma. This miasma, carrying a corrosive and venomous power, descended upon the wearer, accompanied by a series of rustling sounds. These sounds came from countless bats, lizards, rats, and venomous snakes formed from congealed blood, which were then scattered from all directions.

At the same time, a half-human, half-snake waiter suddenly trembled, and the scales on his body softly fell to the ground. Under the cover of the dim and mottled light and shadow created by the illusion, a hairless giant rat the size of a human with naked flesh and blood darted out from the ground, its upper and lower fangs interlocked, spitting out foul black mist, and biting fiercely at the chaotic dust along the ground.

The impressive attack ahead was just a feint. The real killing move was the familiar cultivated by the sacrifice of an elite subordinate. Anyone who was even slightly grazed would instantly be afflicted with a serious illness, lose all their power, and be at the mercy of others. Even those of higher level, such as the extraordinary beings, would suffer greatly. During the Black Death, countless experts of the Holy Church fell victim to this move.

This sneak attack was so swift and sudden that even melee-focused classes skilled in hand-to-hand combat would find it difficult to completely dodge.

However, the opponent did not seem to intend to dodge. A burly, dark golden-haired man leaped out of the void, carrying a blazing crimson-yellow corpse aura, and blocked the way.

The Yaksha demon general opened its large mouth, revealing a copper mask, and created a powerful suction force out of thin air, drawing in the red poisonous miasma along with blood-stained snakes and rats, as if this were not some insidious evil magic, but rather a bunch of delicious and harmless cotton candy.

With a clang, the plague giant rat successfully bit its target's calf. However, the pale golden skin covered with fleshy scales became an insurmountable barrier. No matter how its sharp teeth, capable of piercing alloy steel plates, tore at it, they could only leave a few faint tooth marks. The plague black mist, which was deadly to flesh and blood, had no effect whatsoever.

Before it could change its tactics, the Yaksha Demon General moved its feet slightly, and a blur flashed by. The giant rat's back bulged high, and it flew backward, twisting its body. The intense baleful aura containing a heavy death intent penetrated deep into its body and wreaked havoc. In the blink of an eye, it dissolved its bones, flesh and internal organs completely. With a bang, it exploded into a ball of pink flesh.

"Damn it, is that kid some kind of necromancer recruited by the Vantor clan? He actually has such a powerful necromancer servant!"

Santana was filled with shock and anger. She twisted her body, which was originally following the charge, and drifted backward like a leaf in the wind.

Despite being in a secluded corner, she was still a powerful figure with keen eyesight. She could naturally tell that the undead creatures summoned by her enemy were of a high level, almost on par with liches and ghost dragons. Even in a one-on-one fight, she would have to pay a heavy price to have a chance of winning, not to mention that there were two other powerful enemies eyeing her covetously at the moment...

"Whizzing……!"

Serena, wearing a half-mask over her face, suddenly darted out and defied Newton's laws, nimbly moving along the wall while frantically firing her modified alchemical pistols in both hands.

A series of faint purple lights bloomed in succession, bursting out specks of silver liquid, causing the group of vampires who tried to come forward to help to scream in agony.

If the physical pain was bearable, it was the highly targeted and strange smell that made them cover their noses and avoid it at all costs.

"That bastard Vantor family! They call themselves the royal family of the secret society? They have no shame whatsoever! They used ultraviolet bullets, silver nitrate solution, and even garlic oil!"

Santa Nicole glanced sideways, then flew into a rage, her dignified demeanor instantly crumbling.

This girl's equipment is clearly a specially made vampire civil war set; every strike is aimed at the heart of her fellow countrymen.

Everything else is tolerable, but garlic essential oil is simply intolerable.

Contrary to popular belief, that thing actually doesn't pose any real threat to them; it's just disgusting.

To a vampire's unique sense of smell, it's like stuffing a lump of fermented fresh excrement into a human's mouth and nose.

There's a saying that a mop dipped in poop is invincible; this tactic is just too dirty!

She gritted her teeth and exerted all her strength. Her vast spiritual power almost materialized, and strands of dark silver threads formed an impenetrable wall, closing in from all sides, about to smash that shameless scoundrel into mincemeat!

However, a yellow talisman flew up just in time, interrupting her furious attack.

The talisman ignited without fire, revealing a scene of lush green mountains and clear waters, with the majestic Five Sacred Mountains looming down!

Chapter 340 Defeat

【Zhongying Five Sacred Mountains Divine Talisman】!

After advancing to the [Lord Rank], Zhu Mingyao was finally able to fully unleash the power of some of his profound Taoist techniques.

The Earth element (戊土) forms the outer layer, while the four elements of Metal, Wood, Water, and Fire are hidden within. It draws in the energy from all directions, creating a force field with a heavy pressure effect, and also has the meaning of suppression and sealing.

He hadn't forgotten his original purpose for this trip: to find out the origin of the super-powered drug. Although the dialogue had turned into a fight scene halfway through, his goal remained unchanged: to leave survivors alive.

Even the strongest fortresses cannot withstand the towering peaks of the Five Sacred Mountains!

The spiritual light derived from the talisman descended, like trying to hold up a thousand-pound boulder with a cheap garbage bag. The mental restraint collapsed without any doubt. Santa Nicole groaned, and stars flashed before her eyes.

The blurred mountain silhouettes suddenly collapsed, and countless tiny specks of yellow dust, like magnets attracting iron, clung to her body.

An unusually viscous texture filled the surroundings, and the air instantly seemed to turn into heavy mercury and lead, making it difficult even for vampires with their extraordinary physiques to pass through.

Serena didn't even blink when her ugly distant relative hurled insults at her.

Taking advantage of her companion's crowd control spell, the woman fired bullets with both hands, raining down like a storm. As if they had eyes, each shot aimed precisely at the core of the vampire's magical circulation, half an inch below the heart. It's unknown how much experience she gained from her fellow vampires to hone such a skill to such a high level.

The vampire lady grew more and more excited as she fought, a blush rising on her pretty face, the resentment she felt from being hunted down for thousands of miles after betraying her family vanished in an instant.

For many years, the Night Family has maintained a cooperative relationship with the human elites of the Federation, so they have no survival pressure. They have money, manpower, and time, and they have used all the technology they have been trying to develop to fight civil war against the dark creatures. They know their physical structure and innate weaknesses better than they know humans. It is no problem for them to become demon hunters on the spot. With the help of targeted exclusive equipment, she can suppress the vast majority of targets by herself.

As for the strongest one, there are naturally people to deal with him.

Santa Nicole's vision blurred as she saw a cold light streak fall like a shooting star piercing the night sky, leaving a bright, white trail that hurtled straight towards her face!

The high-ranking vampires' extraordinary dynamic vision transcended outward appearances, allowing them to see through the trajectory of the true form.

—It was a thick spear composed entirely of light, subtly conveying a sense of both magnificence and danger.

Sensing the suffocating sharpness, she dared not gamble on whether the Blood Armor was sturdy enough. She quickly let out a low shout, her ten fingers touching to form a circular spellcasting gesture. Her powerful telekinetic energy transformed into an invisible giant clamp, firmly gripping the light spear and making it unable to move even an inch.

However, the next moment, the spear of light expanded and dispersed, transforming into a three-foot-long sword with an exotic style that leaped out of the restraints. The translucent blade was brimming with autumn water, and it swiftly slashed down towards her neck!

Using deception and trickery to lure the enemy out of their hole and strike when they are unprepared is Zhu Mingyao's three key strategies for achieving repeated successes.

However, the cunning woman before him possessed intelligence and caution far surpassing any enemy he had encountered before.