Star Forge Titan

On the large cruise ship named "Midnight Feast", a unique welcome party is being prepared.

It will be an unprecedented bloody dinner that will shock everyone, including the guests!

Chapter 7: Tasting Fine Wine

With nervous expressions, the passengers of the 'Beautiful Brigade' boarded the huge steamship 'Midnight Feast'.

This was their first time at such an expensive occasion, and every civilian passenger seemed very uncomfortable, but the waiter enthusiastically guided them to their respective rooms.

Compared to traditional sailing ships, this steamship, a product of magical engineering technology, has a very large hull, and even has three layers of cabins on the deck, giving the ship a streamlined shape like an ocean fish.

Moreover, the chimney that spews out white water vapor is also shaped like a fish fin. From a distance, the whole ship looks like a white dolphin floating on the sea, giving people a very comfortable and beautiful feeling as a whole.

After getting on board, people discovered that not all the guests here were wealthy dignitaries, but there were also many ordinary people like themselves.

Upon inquiry, we learned that the other two groups of passengers on the ship hadn't actually purchased the expensive full-fare tickets. Some were lucky raffle winners, enjoying free tickets with their families. Others were middle-class urbanites who had heard about the new ship's 50% discount on its inaugural voyage and had purchased their own tickets.

The three groups of people together had about two hundred people, which was not a lot for such a huge ship.

Since everyone's financial situation was similar, they quickly became familiar with each other. They gathered in the spacious first-floor restaurant and talked with each other.

"So you won a lottery to get here! How lucky! Well, we were a little unlucky. The ship we were originally on had a problem, so we had to transfer to this one. Luckily, the captain made up the difference in the fare, so we didn't have to spend any money ourselves."

"You guys are lucky that a bad incident turned out well."

The conversation ended quickly, and with a flawless smile, Khayon stood up and walked to Ivan who was sitting in the corner.

"I've inquired around. Basically, everyone got on the ship for various reasons. That group of guys obviously lured people here in batches from different regions. They're also worried that their actions will be discovered by the countries on the mainland." As Ka Yang spoke, he picked up the champagne that everyone was free to drink, but he never took even a sip.

"That's normal. There are only seven level three high-level transcendents in the entire vampire pirate force. Of course they will be afraid of various countries and major temples." Alvin nodded. There was also a goblet of red wine next to him, which he just held without touching.

"Of course, what they fear most are the Elrond people." The handsome black-haired boy smiled slightly, and from a distance he even looked a little dazzling.

But in reality, he was contemplating a violent plan to wipe out the entire ship of vampires without missing a single one...

The first-floor restaurant is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people for banquets, and is also used for social events such as banquets. At this time, the restaurant is filled with comfortable and soft sofas and long tables, and the tables are full of delicious food and drinks that can be taken freely.

This surprised and delighted people, and they began to enjoy the many free foods and drinks.

Out of caution, Alvin and Kayon did not touch these things, but in order to conceal their presence, they took food and drinks and placed them on the small round table beside them after entering the restaurant.

I think as long as no one pays close attention to their actions, no one will notice anything abnormal about these two people.

However, Kayang's behavior of walking around and talking to people to gather intelligence was noticed by a middle-aged man hiding in the crowd.

This man had very sharp eyes, and his hair was neatly pulled back, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot due to fatigue and anxiety. Although the beard on his chin had been trimmed, there were still some unshaved stubble, making him look very decadent.

Who are they? Sheriffs from another country? Am I not the only one trying to figure out the truth behind this?

With a puzzled look on his face, the middle-aged man hid his curiosity well and enjoyed the free meals like other passengers.

As night fell, people gradually dispersed and most passengers returned to their rooms to rest.

However, those first-class guests who had never appeared before appeared in the restaurant.

"This time there are Elronds."

"Oh? The hateful Elrond people our ancestors talked about?"

"Yes, those barbaric and brutal guys."

In the middle of the restaurant, a group of young noble girls gathered together excitedly, chatting about strange topics. Their faces were filled with joyful smiles, and each of them looked as bright and beautiful as a spring flower.

However, as they talked, the topic became more and more weird, and the looks in the girls' eyes became hungry.

"Oh, yes, this time there are also piglets that are just one month old."

"Wow, I've eaten that a few times, and it tastes very, very fresh and tender."

"Compared to a sixteen-year-old virgin?"

“It’s more tender, but the flavor is also lighter.”

"So, those newborns have no idea what delicious food is." In the distance, the noble lady who heard their conversation chuckled, her eyes filled with an unconcealable sense of superiority.

"What do you think, Madam?" the young men who were surrounding her and complimenting her quickly chimed in.

"Only newly transformed vampires would be so foolish as to think that the blood and flesh of virgins and children are the most delicious." The gorgeously dressed lady opened her fan and put it in front of her lips to hide her contempt.

"Sixteen-year-old virgins have no experience. Their lives are often dull and lack experience, just like a bottle of freshly brewed wine. Without the precipitation of time, it is bland and tasteless."

"On the contrary, a mature and tasteful vampire should choose the blood flowing in the bodies of forty-year-old weathered men. They have been fully polished by society, and their flesh and blood carry the mellow taste of vicissitudes and setbacks. Every sip is like tasting a bottle of aged wine." At this point, the lady's breathing suddenly began to quicken.

"But the most valuable item in this batch belongs to someone else." Then she stopped talking.

No matter how others begged and asked, the lady just shook her head with a mysterious smile and refused to say what the truly valuable thing was.

It was not until everyone dispersed to discuss other topics that she revealed a hungry look that was not much different from those young girls.

The lady walked quickly to a chair in the corner, her whole body trembling slightly.

After looking around and seeing that no one noticed her, she sat down on the chair tremblingly.

As soon as I sat down, I shuddered from head to toe.

"Ah, the truly supreme delicacy belongs to that young scholar. The perfect body, the rich experience, and that smell, hmm~, it's the fragrance of an ideal, a beautiful yearning, light and hope, ah, that's truly the most luxurious smell in the world." The lady's hand couldn't help but slide from her chest to her lower abdomen, a suspicious blush appearing on her face.

"Just one glance from him and I felt like my whole body was on fire."

"Really..." The lady couldn't help but open her lips slightly, revealing a pair of sharp fangs that were not like those of humans.

“It’s really exciting!!!”

Chapter 8 Blood of Resentment

When the eve party before the formal banquet was taking place.

In the suite on the top floor of the cruise ship, a middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic clothes was sitting in a high-back chair, his face supported by one hand, listening to his subordinates report on the current situation of the crew members on the ship.

"273 items? There are even Elronds among them! Well, not bad, not bad. Both the quantity and quality are very good this year. I think all the tribesmen can have a happy celebration."

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar somewhat roughly. Although his clothes were exactly the same as the aristocratic style popular in Linde a hundred years ago, there were dotted dark red stains on them, which gave people an inexplicable feeling of unkemptness.

Although the middle-aged man sitting on the chair was just sitting there calmly, he looked like a carnivore bound by a complicated dress. Although he had a similar appearance to humans, his deep essence was always that of a beast full of bestiality.

He had a pale and handsome face. The left side could definitely be called a handsome man, but the skin on the right side was a dark red hue left by deep burns. The epidermis was completely peeled off, and even part of his lips were missing, revealing white teeth and scarlet gums. His right eye was also covered with a black leather eyepatch.

And in the exposed left eye, there was a hint of evil and hidden madness.

"So, is there anything else you need to tell me, Lord Xiuval?" The middle-aged man looked at his subordinate who was half-kneeling on the ground with a playful look.

"That's all, Lord Count Lesenbra." The half-kneeling subordinate said in a deep voice.

The one who answered him was a senior blood servant who had accepted the blood of the vampires for fifteen years. According to his achievements, this person had already met the conditions for transformation into a formal vampire, but the blood servant named Xiuval always insisted on his position as a servant, and only hoped to offer loyalty to the distinguished nobles of the night and provide the best service possible.

It was precisely because of this spirit of love for his job and dedication that he was promoted all the way from the most ordinary blood servant until he became the personal butler of Count Franco Anfenabé Lesembora, the supreme ruler of this blood clan.

In addition to preparing clothing and taking care of his master's daily life, Xiuval also serves as a secretary. Therefore, even the real vampires in the family need to maintain a certain respect for him.

Even so, he always behaved with utmost humility when facing the Earl himself, like a loyal servant, no, more like a believer offering all his loyalty to the object of his faith.

"Alas, it's been fifteen years, and you have been with me for five years." Count Lesenbra shook his head with regret.

"Even now, you are unable to conceal the murderous intent in your heart?"

The words spoken by the count made Xiuval, who was half-kneeling with his head down, change his expression drastically, but his movements did not even tremble or deform, and he still maintained that humble look.

"Count? Is this the latest joke you came up with? I'm afraid I have to admit that it doesn't sound funny at all." Xiuval slowly raised his head, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

"Are you kidding?" Count Lesenbra looked at his valet with a playful expression.

"It's disappointment, Lord Xiuval."

"I had expected you to completely cover up the blood feud of your family being slaughtered by vampires, and then stab me with the fatal knife with the extremely suppressed resentment and boiling blood. Only then, this revenge drama will be truly...perfect!" Count Lesenbra sighed and shook his head, looking very disappointed.

"So, you already knew it." Xiuval's calm expression was like a mask that was completely torn apart by the anger rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah, yes, I knew everything fifteen years ago." Count Lesenbra waved his hand in boredom, not caring at all about the hideous and twisted anger on the faces of his subordinates or enemies.

"Because it was me who arranged for those lower-level vampires to cut up and eat your wife and daughter like bacon." As he said this, the count laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.

"It's you!" Mixed with the sound of teeth breaking, extremely resentful words came out of Xuval's mouth.

"Yes, it's me. Remember the image of your wife with her two remaining arms folded under her head as if she's taking a nap? I designed that myself, too."

"Not bad, isn't it? Very artistic? I even specifically told those beasts not to dirty her face!" Count Lesenbra put his legs back, squatted very rudely on the high-backed chair, and swayed back and forth with great joy.

He was like an owl perched on a dead branch, looking down at Xiuval who was slowly standing up below with a playful look, his eyes full of anticipation.

"You... beast!" As the roar sounded, all the vampire blood in Xuval's body instantly burned out, turning into powerful and twisted magic power that temporarily gave him unprecedented power.

Coupled with the extraordinary strength he had secretly promoted to the second level in recent years, the speed he burst out at this moment was beyond the reach of even real vampires.

The silver knife that he had carried with him for more than ten years was held tightly in Xiuwal's hand, and the next moment it had stabbed deeply into Count Lesenbra's chest!

The two embraced each other like the closest of friends. Xiuval's tears, mixed with blood, streamed down his cheeks. Extreme rage and sorrow made his eyes crack. At the same time, an unexpected ecstasy surged in his heart.

In fact, even when helping the Count change his clothes, Xiuval never found a suitable opportunity to stab with the dagger, as the Count always maintained a flawless posture.

But now, this matter was accomplished so easily?

Just when the Avengers thought everything was over...

"What a waste." Count Lesenbra's calm voice sounded in his ears.

"This is impossible! I clearly..." There was an expression of disbelief in Shuval's eyes. No matter how strong a vampire was, if a silver weapon pierced his heart, he would suffer fatal injuries.

"Unfortunately, my heart is not here." Count Lesenbra smiled and hugged his servant. An empty response came from his chest, followed by the latter's painful scream.

As his ribs broke, the count stabbed his fangs deep into his neck.

The blood, mixed with the soul power filled with resentment, was swallowed up by this vampire who had lived for hundreds of years.

Xiuval's body was shaking violently, and tears of blood were streaming from the corners of his eyes, but they were greedily licked away by the count.

"Puff~" Finally, the vampire Count Franco Anfenabé Lesembra let out a strange long sigh.

"Although it's not pure enough, it's enough to fill my stomach."

Leaving behind the dried corpse, the Earl put his hands in a prayer position and said earnestly:

"Please rest in peace, Xiuval. Your resentment will become a stepping stone to support my advancement." Then, a twisted arc filled with blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to. In fact, I would be happier if your hatred could be stronger."

"After all, hatred is a delicacy worth eating twice, hehehehehehehahahahahahahaha!" Count Lesombra covered his face, which was half destroyed and half intact, with his hands and let out a very sharp laugh.

"It's still such a rough and undignified way of eating." A female voice full of disgust came from the door.

A beautiful woman dressed as a noblewoman leaned against the door with her arms folded, looking at the blood-covered Count Lesenbra with a look of disgust. She was the lady who was complimented by everyone at the party the night before.

"It's you, Isabella, my dear lady." The count wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, which made the bright red spread to both sides.

Isabelle is a direct descendant of another vampire family. She is also the Earl's original wife, but their relationship is obviously not very good.

"Alas, you ultimately cannot understand my art of eating. Only by swallowing blood filled with resentment and anger in the most primitive and brutal way can the strong souls of those suffering humans become stepping stones, allowing us greedy and bloodthirsty monsters to evolve into even more monstrous beings." Count Lesombra sighed with a strange laugh.

"This forbidden method, huh, you're one of the many people who want to become a real monster." Lady Isabella glanced at him coldly.

“I just need the beautiful things.”

"Oh, whatever you want." The count sat back in the high-backed chair with a bloody body, a satisfied look on his face, as if he was still savoring the blood of Xiuval.

"By the way, there is a bottle of 'Morning Light' in this shipment. I guess you are not interested in it, so I will keep it all for myself." After saying that, Lady Isabella turned around and left. She was just a member of the family, informing the Earl, the head of the family, of the news.

In fact, she didn't even want to take a single step into the room that was as dirty and bloody as a slaughterhouse.

"Morning light? Ideals and hopes? Haha, it is because of your indulgence in such weak and empty things that you can never become a real countess." Count Lesenbra said with a strange smile.

"Only by eating the forbidden fruit can you become stronger. Only by being strong enough can you return to the land and kill all those Elrond people who have been transformed into deformed appearances by magic!" The smile on the earl's face quickly disappeared, and the half of his face covered by severe burns also felt waves of phantom pain again.

That was a scar left from an escape a hundred years ago.

To this day, Earl Lesombra can still feel the excruciating pain of the flames as the Knight of Elrond roared and pressed the torch to his face.

The other party was shouting for sanctions and justice. For a few serfs who were not even human beings and a few burned fields, that guy actually chased me for hundreds of kilometers, and I just wanted to fill my stomach at that time.

"One day, I'll make you all taste this kind of pain!" In the darkness, the blood-stained Count Lesenbra muttered to himself:

At this moment, the deformed Elrond man mentioned by the earl had just finished washing up and was ready to go to bed after swinging his sword a thousand times before going to bed without even breaking a sweat, never leaving any fatigue or stress until the next day.

Knock, knock, knock. Before I lay down, I heard rhythmic knocking sounds outside the door.

"Who?" Ivan raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: