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In the early morning, Xiao Qiang witnessed a strange side of the vampire. As he got up unintentionally, he discovered a massive cave and a wriggling object within.
The wriggling object caught his attention, and he hurried to follow it, revealing the true face of Han Shaoyu. Beneath a large cloak was a pale, lifeless face. When he mechanically lifted his head, he realized it was him.
Vampires could indeed shapeshift; as Elder Zombie, Han Shaoyu had crawled out of his bedroom and made his way directly to the staircase leading to Cold Star, the Female Strategist, and Luca's room.
This was a secret discovered by chance, and Xiao Qiang did not wish to speak ill behind anyone's back. After all, the other party had nothing to do with him; it was better to avoid trouble.
The sky was overcast, devoid of ultraviolet radiation. A squad of vampires clad in Gothic Armor set out from Ant Nest Castle before nightfall. Xiao Qiang found himself sandwiched in the middle, surrounded on all sides. He was not wearing armor but dressed casually.
The Gothic Armor protected them from sunlight, tightly wrapping around them and leaving only a pair of menacing eyes exposed.
Cold Star mentioned that most of their mounts were contributed by the Nomadic Tribe, who lived far from human settlements and required their protection.
Cold Star was closest to Xiao Qiang; her face, partially obscured by armor, revealed an undeniable elegance. However, her mismatched eyes were filled with malice and darkness.
Recently in Ant Nest Castle, Han Shaoyu's ambition and arrogance were evident; he had clearly begun to see himself as a Supreme Being of Earth in the future.
Xiao Qiang predicted that one day Han Shaoyu's power and influence would be more terrifying than imagined. The relationship between the Vampire Family and Werewolves was intricately linked; each side restrained the other. The human armed forces' extermination of one would only bolster the survival of the other race, much like an unstoppable wildfire spreading uncontrollably.
Humanity's scattered habitation had allowed Werewolves to proliferate wildly; Werewolves thrived on human development. Vampires were the only race capable of controlling Werewolves, so eliminating vampires would undoubtedly be self-destructive. If Werewolves were eradicated... then vampires would lose a race that posed a threat to their dominance on Earth. In that case, their cold-bloodedness would lead them to devour all humans who existed within the natural life chain on Earth.
They had been walking for quite some time, passing through vast wastelands before entering a wooded path. Beasts always sensed potential danger more easily than bipedal creatures. Just as they approached the forest, the lead horse suddenly reared up and whinnied loudly; the sound pierced through the silence like a sharp knife. This sudden movement nearly threw the armored vampire off its mount.
Fortunately, he managed to grip the stirrups tightly; otherwise, he would have surely fallen off amidst the startled horse's frantic whinnying.
"Something's wrong." The team quickly spread out, preparing for an encounter. In this desolate area, still some distance from the Nomadic Tribe, encountering a Beast Werewolf attack here would lead to an unpredictable tragedy.
Xiao Qiang could tell from the vampire's sword-drawing style that Cold Star was not lying to him; they indeed hailed from the West. With a swift motion, he drew his sword, its cold gleam reflecting the dim light. The dull thuds of heavy footsteps grew closer, and the vampire steeds began to grow restless. Despite holding the reins tightly, they could not control their mounts, which were snorting and stamping in agitation.
Xiao Qiang remained calm, his sharp eyes closely watching the beasts lurking in the forest.
The first beast, a Werewolf, burst forth, followed by a second. The sound of hooves thundered at the entrance of the woods, and the vampires on horseback dared not be careless. They had to ensure their armor stayed intact while also guarding against the Werewolves' attacks.
As swords swung, some Werewolves fell, while armored vampires found their mark with deadly strikes. One Werewolf lunged at their steeds, seizing the opportunity to bite into the neck joint of a vampire's armor, effectively severing its head.
However fierce the Werewolves were, they could not match the trained vampire soldiers. Cold Star fought valiantly; her longsword was drenched in Werewolf blood as countless beasts fell around her steed.
Once slain by swords, these Werewolves reverted to human form in mere moments. The sight was gruesome—naked bodies littered the ground, a bloody and disturbing scene.
A Werewolf pounced before Xiao Qiang, who raised his dual M45 handguns and fired with precision—bang bang—each shot finding its mark.
Cold Star noticed his shooting skills and couldn't help but give him a silent thumbs up. Without a word, she thrust her longsword forward; a charging Werewolf howled as its throat was pierced, blood gushing out.
As the battle concluded, the ground was strewn with lifeless bodies of men and vampires with torn necks. Cold Star turned away in disgust, urging her steed forward with a sharp kick to its belly as they leaped over the corpses and charged into the forest.
Xiao Qiang gazed at the white bodies scattered across the ground, feeling a heavy weight in his heart. These mindless Werewolves had no organization; they did not belong to any primal pack and lacked a sense of community. Their swift demise was due to their lack of an intelligent leader among them. He slowed his horse and followed behind the vampire guard into the woods. As they entered, darkness enveloped them like nightfall.
Night was the domain of vampires. After this round of slaughter, their spirits soared, especially as they entered Dark Forest; they boisterously recounted tales of their recent battle.
In the chaos of combat, they temporarily forgot about Xiao Qiang's presence. He slowly fell back, gradually increasing the distance between himself and the vampires ahead until he finally pulled on the reins and turned back.
A lithe figure leaped onto his horse's back, fiercely whipping its rear. The horse neighed loudly and galloped away wildly. Xiao Qiang returned to his starting point; he quickly retrieved his time machine and secured it onto his horse before pulling on the reins to speed away from the scene.
He was currently missing a map, and finding Lin Yu's location in 2080 was harder than reaching the heavens. Xiao Qiang felt like a wild horse running alone in the wilderness, with no distinction between day and night in his thoughts.
His mind was filled with Lin Yu; even when he fell asleep on horseback, he mumbled Lin Yu's name in his dreams.
Eventually, his steed collapsed from exhaustion. He buried it on the last hillside and calmly descended toward the plains.
Lin Yu! It seemed no one knew this name. Dressed in tattered clothes, he appeared like a vagabond fleeing from disaster as he entered this seemingly bustling little town.
He asked everyone he encountered, "Do you know Lin Yu?"
Some, out of humanitarian concern, replied that they did not know him and shook their heads as they walked away.
Others, disgusted by him and treating him like a beggar, threatened him with a punch, saying, "Get lost, beggar."
Xiao Qiang wanted to say: I am not a beggar. Your days of pride are numbered; one day, hordes of Werewolves and Vampires will devour you, invading your lands and turning you into bloodthirsty demons.
In the end, he calmly reconsidered and abandoned the impulse to provoke them further. He continued searching for Lin Yu and Matt, feeling lost in the vast world. If he kept searching aimlessly like this, what purpose would it serve?
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