Chapter 43: War and Departure

Blood Clan manor.

Inside the conference chamber forged of black iron, ten armchairs were already filled with people, all members of the Blood Clan council.

Only the three thrones at the highest place remained empty, engraved with M, V, A, the seats of the three great elders of the Blood Clan.

The door pushed open, and Amelia, with an indifferent expression, walked in.

"Elder" "Elder"

The elders seated on either side rose to greet.

The three great elders of the Blood Clan jointly established the rules: each elder governs the Blood Clan for a century, while the other two sleep, a cycle of three hundred years. Amelia is the ruler of this century and also the sovereign.

Amelia sat upon her own throne, lightly nodding to signal everyone to be seated,

She then scanned the crowd, and when everyone's gaze gathered, she spoke solemnly: "Everyone, I have summoned you today to announce two unfortunate matters."

Among the ten present, aside from the newly appointed Selinna, the other nine exchanged glances, faces full of doubt.

Amelia observed that everyone's expressions were normal, her brow slightly relaxed, and she continued in a low voice: "Victor has been killed!"

The atmosphere in the conference chamber stalled, then after a moment it erupted into noise.

"How is that possible?"

"Luduxiu, as the finest death emissary of the past centuries, was guarding the tomb's iron door—how could this happen?"

"You didn't know? Luduxiu is already dead."

"Damn it..."

Ignoring the murmurs of the crowd, Amelia clapped her hands; two Blood Clan warriors pushed in a coffin, placed it at the center of the conference chamber, then bowed and withdrew.

"The coffin contains Victor's mutilated corpse; feel free to come forward and inspect."

"A mutilated corpse? What does that mean?"

A middle-aged Blood Clan member in a tailcoat holding a civil staff noticed the keyword; others also frowned, rose, and walked to the coffin to look inside.

Inside the coffin lay a desiccated corpse without a head, the chest torn open in a large gash, revealing shriveled organs, appearing quite miserable.

"This is... Victor?"

"How did this happen?"

"This is a disgrace, a provocation."

"We must take revenge..."

Amelia looked at the agitated councilors, unsure who was feigning sincerity and who was genuine; she clapped her hands, waited for everyone to quiet down, then spoke with a grim expression: "The second matter is the murderer who killed Victor."

"Who is it, Lady Amelia?"

"Yes, tell us who it is; after so many centuries, our Blood Clan has never suffered such disgrace."

"We need the murderer's blood to quell our anger."

"My lady..."

"Enough!"

Amelia shouted sharply, silencing everyone, and said bluntly: "It's Lucien!"

After saying that, she looked at their shocked, disbelieving expressions and continued: "Lucien isn't dead; I personally saw him rescue a wolf from my subordinates. Tonight the wolves launched a massive assault on the manor to draw our attention, allowing Lucien to sneak in and kill Victor."

"Kailwen deceived us; he's a traitor."

"Now I issue an order: at any cost, find Kailwen, dead or alive, and notify all Blood Clan that our war with the Wolf Clan will resume!"

………………

Late at night, inside the bunker beneath the city's sewers.

Wolfman Laohei had already resumed human form; he now lay on the operating table as a middle-aged man in a white coat used pliers to pull out silver bullets from his body.

Lucien stood nearby with an unpleasant look, gazing at Laohei and asked: "What about that black-robed kid?"

"Sorry!" Laohei's eyes dimmed; "That guy was too fast—I couldn't catch him, and he inadvertently led me to the hall where I happened to meet Amelia..."

"No need to say more, I understand." Lucien waved his hand, cutting off Laohei's words, turned and left the treatment room, heading outside.

He saw dozens of wolves gathered in small groups, excitedly comparing how many Blood Clan members each had killed.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

The wolves immediately fell silent, looking reverently at their king.

Lucien watched the scene, the gloom in his eyes easing a fraction; he walked to the center of the bunker, spread his arms, and declared loudly: "Everyone, I have good news to tell you today."

He paused there, seeing all the wolves curious, then produced a withered head from behind, held it high, and said: "Blood Clan elder Victor has been slain by me—this is his head."

The atmosphere in the bunker stalled, then erupted into clamor.

"Great, great."

"Brian, did you see that? The king killed an elder."

"Haha, Victor is dead; the Blood Clan now has only two elders left."

"The era of the wolves is about to begin……"

Allowing the wolves to vent their emotions freely, Lucien did not disturb them; since his feigned death and hiding, the Wolf Clan has suffered terribly, their numbers nearly wiped out by the Blood Clan slaughter, each wolf present harboring resentment—now, using Victor's head, they can release it.

This will quickly bolster morale, preparing them for the upcoming war between the two clans.

After a while, the bunker finally returned to silence.

Lucien set down the head and shouted: "Everyone, our war with the Blood Clan is imminent—are you afraid?"

"Not afraid..." the wolves replied without hesitation, shaking their heads.

Hearing that, Lucien felt relieved, tossed Victor's head aside, and declared firmly: "Then let the Blood Clan come—victory is ours."

"Awoo..."

"Victory, victory..."

"Exterminate the Blood Clan..."

…………

Two days have passed since the Wolf Clan attacked the manor.

After the Blood Clan council, Selinna gained Amelia's support, directly removing the two words "acting", and truly became the Blood Clan's second-in-command.

Moreover, because the Wolf King Lucien reappeared in the world, the number of things she needed to handle each day increased.

Hardly anyone could be seen.

Su Qing, on the other hand, was very idle, having nothing to do but eat and drink each day; however, after just two days, he began to feel restless.

Killing Victor and obtaining the primordial vampire bloodline—these two tasks have both been completed; staying here now is meaningless.

Oh, no, Selinna being here still has meaning.

But life lies in movement; lying around and doing nothing is simply a waste of life.

So… it's time to leave here.

Having thought of it, Su Qing immediately got up to look for Selinna.

Asking people along the way, he soon found Selinna, who was working in her office on the second floor.

"I have something to take care of outside," Su Qing bluntly stated his purpose.

"Hmm!" Selinna stopped what she was doing, without saying anything to stop him or asking what he was doing, and simply said with concern: "Be careful on the road."

Seeing this, Su Qing then said, "I need a bit of your blood," and took out a small bottle.

"Okay."

Selinna didn't think much, directly extended her hand, and with a knife made a cut.

The bottle was small, and it was soon filled with fresh blood.

After that, when there was no one around, the two kissed each other briefly as a farewell.

That night.

Su Qing then packed his things, took the key to William's coffin and the bottle filled with Selinna's blood, mounted his horse, and left the manor.