Blood Clan Hunters weren’t many, but every one was elite. The Blood Clan’s so OP that neither werewolves nor humans could take them solo with good odds, so they teamed up to form this special crew.
In werewolf and human turf, Blood Clan’s banned. Any vampire sneaking into human land gets pinged by a human-made gadget, Blood Sense, which tracks their location for an instant, no-questions-asked wipeout.
The group started as volunteers, then morphed into a merc-like outfit, growing bit by bit. Still small, though—three, four hundred tops.
A day later, they hit the forest’s edge. An hour ago, their Blood Sense compass crapped out, but Blood Clan Hunters have noses sharp for vampires. Up close, they’re as good as the gadget.
Sure a vampire was in the forest, they drew their weapons, faces grim, and marched in.
“Everyone, stay sharp, got it?”
“Roger!”
A chunky dude with a massive hammer led the way, followed by two silver-armored warriors guarding an archer and a mage. Nearby, a masked assassin with a dagger lurked.
Gotta say, this squad was tight—maxed out their combat juice for their size. Synergy like that, they could even take down foes 50 levels above their average.
Deeper into the forest, things felt off. The place was trashed, with scars from heavy hits. No way those were from anything under level 100.
“This vampire… seems kinda strong. High-rank Blood Clan, maybe?”
“High-ranks are too snooty to hit human turf. Unless… the Blood Clan’s gearing for all-out war. If that’s true… gulp… Captain, this ain’t small potatoes. Let’s report back!”
The team started chickening out. High-rank Blood Clan were like human Sages—top-tier pros. These guys were just Hunters, not the cream of the crop. Against a high-rank? Forget winning, escaping’d be a miracle.
Panic spread, but the captain, that chubby dude, didn’t flinch.
His hammer banged the ground. He turned, sucked in a breath, and roared, “What’s with the panic? Look at these tree scars! This ain’t Blood Clan work. If it was, the cuts’d be smooth as glass, not all jagged like this!”
The squad snapped to. True—the trees were snapped, not sliced. Blood Clan would’ve used their slick Blood Thread to carve clean cuts.
“Phew, thought it was a high-rank.”
“Still, stay sharp. These scars mean there’s another high-tier beast here besides the vampire. Just don’t get spotted, and we can gank a regular vampire easy.”
The chubby captain showed brains belying his bulk. Who’d guess the tanky meat shield was the boss?
Spurred by his pep talk, the squad picked up the pace. Soon, they hit the forest villa.
“This place reeks of Blood Clan vibes. The vampire’s inside. Get ready!” the captain growled. The team steeled up, primed for a fight.
Bang!
The captain kicked the villa’s door, splintering it to sawdust.
He stormed in with the crew, eyes darting warily.
Dead silence…
“No one?”
“Maybe they stepped out?”
“It’s daytime—vampires can’t just stroll out. Search hard. They’re hiding.”
The squad tore through the villa. Sofas flipped, tables tossed, room doors kicked to bits like the front gate. The fancy villa turned from luxe to a dump in an instant—calling it a mess was generous.
“Boss!”
“What, found ‘em?”
“Nah, but I hit something bigger. Check this!” An assassin strutted out, cradling a hefty gold brick.
Behind him, his room was stuffed with gold bricks, gems, carvings—wealth enough to buy a city!
“This… it’s a dragon’s hoard! Jackpot! Even if we miss the vampire, this gold and gems’ll set us for life!” The captain dove into the gold pile, ecstatic. Before he could bask, another shout rang out.
“Boss! There’s a Holy Spring here!”
“Say what?!?”
The captain’s bulk flopped out of the gold sea, scrambling over.
A massive Holy Spring met his eyes. His blood pressure spiked, face red as a rotten apple.
“This spring’s level’s off my charts. Just standing here, I feel buffed… Shit, everyone, bail! This ain’t no low-rank vampire, it’s…”
Before he finished, a deafening boom rocked the villa’s exterior.
The fastest assassin bolted outside, craning his neck.
He froze.
An ice dragon and a red dragon crashed down from the sky. On one’s head stood a silver-haired, red-eyed beauty, clutching a plastic bag.
Her eyes, like they were soaked in blood, locked onto the assassin.
She was pissed!
Her suppressed Blood Clan aura banged loose, paralyzing the assassin, stripping his mobility.
“High-rank Blood…” He didn’t finish. Bingpo’s dragon claw smashed down, pulping the masked assassin into meat paste…
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