Looking at this power and the silver beads splashing everywhere, Seline felt very satisfied.
These weapons alone were enough to give that group of Werewolves a taste of their own medicine.
She was now increasingly anticipating the great war between the Werewolves and the Vampires.
This time, she could finally wipe out that bunch of beasts, which made Seline very excited and expectant.
But at the same time, thinking of Javier, who had given her this method, Seline immediately became very troubled.
To be honest, she considered Javier her best friend in and outside the blood clan.
However, Javier seemed to have other intentions towards the blood clan, which greatly distressed Seline.
She did not want Javier to harm the blood clan.
This was the place where she had been raised since childhood, and Seline felt a deep sense of belonging to the blood clan.
She did not want to become Javier's enemy.
Therefore, without understanding Javier's identity and purpose, Seline could never truly rest easy.
She now desperately wanted to find Javier immediately and ask him what his true purpose was.
"What a troublesome human…"
Taking out the white business card from her pocket, Seline shook her head and, without further hesitation, turned and left the training ground.
She quickly walked towards her room; she was going to properly question Javier, that scoundrel, about his intentions towards the Vampires!
Meanwhile, in the high tower of the Vampire castle, in blood clan elder Amelia's lounge, Amelia, clad in a long black lace nightgown, sat quietly before her dressing table.
She gazed at herself in the mirror, lost in deep contemplation.
After centuries of refinement, and relying on the blood clan's special preservation methods and characteristics, Amelia's appearance remained as it was when she first became a Vampire, without a single wrinkle, her skin still firm, smooth, and delicate.
This was the eternal youth coveted by countless women.
But at this very moment, Amelia in the mirror was full of sorrow.
She wasn't worried about her appearance, but rather about the upcoming war between the blood clan and the Werewolves tomorrow, feeling troubled and hesitant.
After acquiring the traitor Craven's memories, Viktor was currently meticulously setting up a trap specifically designed to capture Werewolf Leader Lucien.
Using the previous method of informing, Viktor had fed Werewolf Leader Lucien false information that the blood clan was preparing to ambush the Werewolves and seize Michael, a special human.
This was to lure Lucian to bring a large number of elite Werewolves for an ambush, but in reality, Viktor had already set up the trap, just waiting for the Werewolves to walk into it.
What Amelia was pondering was the advice Javier had given her yesterday: whether or not to release the first blood clan progenitor, Marcus.
If she didn't release him, then Viktor, returning victorious, would also eliminate her, the weakest third elder.
But if she did release him, it would cause great chaos within the blood clan.
A power struggle between the three elders breaking out at this time would be an extremely serious situation.
For the sake of the blood clan, Amelia naturally did not want to release him.
But for her own sake, if she didn't release him, she might not live much longer.
Furthermore, and most importantly, Amelia doubted whether she truly had the ability to wield absolute power over the blood clan.
Even if she did manage to overthrow Viktor and Marcus, and the heavy responsibility of the blood clan's power fell upon her, would she be able to bear it?
All these matters tormented her, leaving Amelia still without an answer at this moment.
"That human has given me a truly difficult choice."
"Is it for my own selfish desires, or for the blood clan?"
She extended a slender, pale finger, and her sharp nail scraped an crimson bloodstain across Amelia's face, marring the beauty in the mirror.
But soon, the broken bloodstain returned to its original state.
With just a momentary stimulus, Amelia decided on the answer she wanted.
If one is faced with an indecisive question, then flip a coin to make the decision.
Often, at the moment the coin is tossed into the air, the answer has already emerged in one's heart.
Even if there is no answer at that moment, when the coin lands on heads or tails, if the answer you see is not what your heart desires, then you will keep flipping until the desired answer appears.
And just now, Amelia had flipped a coin.
By scratching her face with her nail, the intense pain instantly gave her the answer: she didn't want to die.
Naturally, she couldn't allow Viktor to kill her.
Since that was the case, she could only resist.
As for whether she could take on the authority of the blood clan?
That kind of thing… she would worry about it later.
Perhaps, as Javier said, at worst, she could have Seline assist her.
Seline's decisiveness was sometimes much stronger than hers, a blood clan elder who had lived for hundreds of years.
…
On the other side—
Just as the blood clan was busy preparing for the great war with the Werewolves, Javier and Lisa were researching the blood they had obtained from the blood clan.
Seline's blood clan blood was very special.
It was highly aggressive towards ordinary human and animal blood.
Once Seline's Vampire blood was mixed with that of other humans and animals, it would be immediately assimilated and corroded within a few seconds.
It was just like humans being Infected with the zombie virus; the virus-laden blood enters the human bloodstream through a zombie bite, and within a few hours, the infection is complete.
The blood clan's blood was similar.
This greatly piqued Lisa and Javier's interest.
They suspected that the birth of the blood clan must have also been caused by some kind of virus, just like themselves.
After humans are Infected with a virus, some become monstrous, while others with high immunity become integrated Infected.
When integrated Infected individuals bear offspring, the inherent power is also passed down to the descendants.
After continuous reproduction, these people with special abilities become a race, and this is probably the blood clan.
For example, the girl Sherry is a G-Virus Infected.
If one day she has a child with another young man, the child will also possess the power of the G-Virus.
And if this kind of family continues to reproduce, then it will be similar to the blood clan, a family with special superpowers, different from ordinary people.
This might be the origin of the blood clan.
What's even more remarkable is that the blood clan's blood and the T-Virus seem unable to fuse.
It's not a fusion where one invades the other, but rather, upon contact, both the blood clan's blood cells and the T-Virus immediately die.
This isn't an infection; it dies even before any level of infection occurs.
This phenomenon is more akin to how Lisa specifically fused the T-Veronica Virus in the past.
The two viruses would strongly repel each other and mutually destroy, subsequently causing the host's death.
Fortunately, Lisa's constitution was special; she had been a 'Virus Pot' since childhood, which allowed her to simultaneously acquire both T-Veronica and G-Virus abilities.
Otherwise, she would have suffered the same fate as the blood cells mentioned above, immediately destroying each other and dying!
This peculiar phenomenon further led Lisa and Javier to suspect that the birth of the blood clan was also a type of virus—!
However, time always passes quickly.
As Javier and Lisa conducted their research, a day quickly passed.
With the arrival of night, the battle between the blood clan and the Werewolves was about to begin immediately.
Tonight's weather was terrible; the sky was overcast, not a single star could be seen, and there was no full moon.
This seemed to portend a disadvantage for the Werewolves.
The biting wind and cold rain lashed every corner of New York's streets, with hardly any pedestrians in sight.
"Pitter-patter…"
On the quiet, deserted street, an intern doctor had just finished work.
Dressed in a white lab coat and yellow trousers, he was clutching a large pile of documents and struggling to walk through the heavy rain with a black umbrella.
Despite his efforts, the rain still soaked his entire pant legs, causing the already unlucky man to curse aloud:
"Damn weather, damn nurses!"
"It's already half past ten at night, and that rotten hospital still made me work until this hour.
If it weren't for the official doctor's license, I would never work at this crappy hospital.
It's just awful, my luck today is terrible…!"
The man was about thirty years old, with slightly curly short hair and a handsome face.
He couldn't help but curse as he looked at his soaked pant legs.
His name was Michael, an intern doctor on the streets of New York.
His unfortunate wife's passing led him to the path of medicine.
However, studying medicine was not an easy task.
Even as an intern, he often faced difficulties, and even the nurses at the hospital looked down on him simply because he was an intern.
But for his deceased wife, Michael decided to persevere.
After all, his wife had unfortunately passed away because she did not receive effective medical treatment.
He did not want to continue seeing other sick couples part sadly because they could not receive treatment.
However, Michael himself did not know that the ordinary world he longed for was actually very far from him, because he had never truly understood his own family.
He was a direct descendant of Alexander Corvinus.
Alexander Corvinus was the special person who, thousands of years ago, was the first to be Infected by the plague bacteria and did not die.
He gained extraordinary life force and became immortal.
He then had three children.
The first child, named Marcus, was bitten by a bat and became the blood clan progenitor.
The second child, named William, was bitten by a wolf and became the Werewolf progenitor.
The third child was not bitten by anything; he was human and, like his father Alexander, possessed immortality.
And Michael… was a descendant of the third child.
The bloodline has been passed down to this day, and the so-called power of immortality has completely disappeared.
Michael cannot possess the immortal power like his ancestor Alexander.
But even so, his physique is still very special, possessing a virus immunity similar to Lisa's, which means he will be fine even if bitten by both a Werewolf and a Vampire.
Instead, he will absorb the powers of both, becoming a new species, a hybrid of Vampire and Werewolf—!
Therefore, Michael's special physique was coveted by Werewolf Leader Lucien.
For centuries, Lucian had been searching for this special human, Michael.
And now, Michael, walking alone on the quiet, deserted streets of New York… had no idea that he was already being targeted by countless individuals, as alluring as a sika deer in the jungle, drawing the muzzles of countless hunters to him!
"Where are the blood clan members?"
"Have you found any trace of them? Craven, that guy, said the blood clan learned of our secret operation through interrogation, and they also intend to come and seize this human."
"We must abduct this human before the blood clan arrives.
This human is a crucial piece in the Werewolves' resistance against the blood clan's rule.
Without him… we cannot shake the blood clan's centuries-old order."
In the pouring rain, with lightning and thunder flashing across the sky, a long-haired middle-aged man stood tall on the rooftops of New York City's residential buildings.
His gaze was fixed intently on Michael, who walked alone below with an umbrella.
The man felt no cold from the rain, and his voice was icy as he questioned his subordinate beside him.
His black and yellow long hair was soaked and disheveled.
He wore a thin T-shirt and a jacket, with bulky work pants underneath.
His face was weathered, his eye sockets sunken, and he had a thick beard, looking no different from an ordinary street thug.
The only distinctive features were his cold, fierce wolf-like eyes and the crucifix pendant on his chest, which was the sole proof of his identity.
This man was Lucian, the leader of the second-generation Werewolves, and the great leader who, centuries ago, led the Werewolves to overthrow Viktor's Vampire rule—
"…"
"Currently, there's no trace of the blood clan, but through surveillance, we've found signs that the blood clan is indeed planning a major move recently.
Just as the traitor Craven's letter said, the blood clan has become aware of our true intentions."
In the cold night rain, beside Werewolf Leader Lucien, a bald, muscular black man approached and shook his head as he reported the situation to Lucian.
This was the same black man who had shot the Blood Clan Warriors with Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullets in the subway station, and he was also a loyal subordinate who had followed Lucian for a long time.
There were no signs of the blood clan appearing yet, but according to the information relayed by their Werewolves lurking in blood clan territory, it was indeed clear that the blood clan was planning a major move soon.
They had to act quickly and couldn't delay any longer, or their plan might be ruined.
"…"
"Then act immediately.
Send other Werewolves to keep watch from high places.
If they spot any trace of the blood clan, they should howl to relay the message."
"We'll first capture this human.
No matter how great the losses for the Werewolves, this human must be in our hands!"