After a moment of silence, Lucian, the leader of the Werewolves, decisively gave orders, wiping the cold rainwater from his face and pushing his messy long hair back. Then, he leaped, swiftly jumping from one side of the street, ten meters away, to the roof of a house on the other side, closely following the human male with an umbrella in the rain.
Once Michael entered his apartment, Lucian would immediately knock him out and abduct him.
"Boom—!"
With a dull thud, black figures began to rapidly streak across the rooftops of the residential area in New York, accompanied by the rain and thunder.
No one seemed to notice these Werewolves moving through the streets; they were like assassins in the night, gradually closing in on their prey.
...
Meanwhile, in a corner completely imperceptible to the Werewolves, the Blood Clan's scarlet eyes were fixed intently on the Werewolves rapidly moving through the rain.
Because the Werewolves had no idea that the Blood Clan had actually been hiding in the houses of the New York residential area for a long time, watching their every move from inside the rooms through the windows.
A day ago, the Blood Clan, with their money-making ability, had already rented out the vacant rooms nearby and stationed a large number of Vampire Warriors inside, ready to encircle the Werewolves at any moment.
After all, the Werewolves would certainly not have expected that the Blood Clan wasn't untraceable, but had already hidden themselves, disguised as humans in the residential rooms, right under their noses.
Some Vampire Warriors, on the other hand, were arranged to hide in high places within the New York residential area, such as clock towers and water towers, from which they could easily overlook the Werewolves' every move and report their positions at any time.
In a sense... the Werewolves were indeed completely seen through by the Blood Clan. The gap in equipment, the gap in intelligence; the war hadn't even begun, and the Werewolves had already fallen into a disadvantage.
They had not changed their mindset throughout, still employing the assassination tactics of the Middle Ages. Undoubtedly, in the 21st century, such tactics have been completely outclassed!
"Beep beep beep..."
"Beep beep beep..."
"They've started moving. They are gradually converging towards a green apartment building to the south. That should be the location of the special human they're looking for. A group of Werewolves has been stationed on the surrounding residential rooftops as a perimeter guard."
"There are also a few cars moving on the street; they should be their planned getaway vehicles. We can start forming the encirclement, especially at every street intersection. No vehicles should be allowed to leave freely."
At this moment, inside the dark room, a walkie-talkie transmitted intelligence reports from a Vampire Warrior. Inside the room stood dozens of fully armed Vampire Warriors.
Following Javier's description of elite counter-terrorism standard gear—helmets, night vision goggles, bulletproof vests, and limb protectors—their bodies were completely covered.
Each of them was equipped with silver weapons and silver bullets specifically designed to combat Werewolves. Some Vampire Warriors, who understood the power of the Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullet, had actually donned medieval knight armor, complete with a red plume on their helmets, a faceplate with only a narrow slit, and a knight's greatsword at their waist.
Honestly, they looked quite authentic, but what was with the assault rifle slung over their shoulder?
My lord... have times changed—?!
The ultimate combination of medieval armor and modern firearms...?
In contrast, Seline, among the crowd, still wore a sleek black leather trench coat, and beneath her messy black short hair, her eyes glowed with a dangerous, dark blue light. She carried a large array of weapons on her person.
Although she had taken Javier's advice, her equipment wasn't as bulky, as Seline's own combat abilities were already excellent and agile.
There was no need for excessive weight to reduce her speed, as that would be counterproductive. However, she wasn't without any protective gear.
Beneath her leather coat, she wore medieval chainmail, which could both resist the penetration of Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullets and significantly reduce weight, making it a very suitable piece of equipment.
"Did everyone hear the message...?"
"Act immediately, according to the walkie-talkie's instructions. Do not attack rashly. Keep a close eye on every intersection. We will first form a tight encirclement. Once the encirclement is complete, we will first deal with the Werewolves guarding on the rooftops, and then gradually round them all up."
Inside the dark room, Seline looked at the surrounding Vampire Warriors and spoke in a cold, calm tone, giving instructions. There was more than one such squad of dozens of Vampire Warriors; there were seven or eight more such squads in the residential area of New York, including the elite Vampire Warriors led by Viktor, a blood clan elder, totaling about a hundred Blood Clan members. It was a true battle.
Don't be fooled by the seemingly small number of one or two hundred people.
But it was indeed an all-out effort, because while the Blood Clan appeared widespread, most of their kind lacked combat capabilities, merely engaging in simple blood-sucking. They could hunt for blood, but fighting was out of the question. These one or two hundred Vampire Warriors were considered elite.
The same largely applied to the Werewolves. Most Werewolves were from the slums and were homeless humans. Even with Lucian as their leader, some cowardly Werewolves would not casually participate in battle. He could only mobilize his trusted confidants.
So, the scale of the war between the two, was probably a few hundred people fighting.
It was a bit like a gang fight, but there was no helping it; that was the reality. If the Blood Clan and Werewolves could summon tens of thousands of people for a large-scale war, then they would probably have been discovered and swiftly annihilated by the government and military. Gang fights also had their advantages.
Moreover, they were merely disputes between two races, or even families. In the Middle Ages, if there were one or two hundred knights in an army, that would likely constitute a city war!
After Seline had given her orders, these Vampire Warriors began to move, setting up the encirclement along the streets. While the night provided the Werewolves with excellent concealment, making it difficult to spot them hiding on the rooftops, it also provided the Blood Clan with strong cover.
Coupled with the cold, pouring rain, which dispersed the scents in the air, the Werewolves' proud keen sense of smell was rendered useless, and they naturally couldn't detect the Vampire Warriors approaching them.
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New York's wealthy district—
Inside the villa, Javier and Lisa were also ready to go. Since they were not afraid of Ultraviolet Bullets and silver bullets, they were not heavily armed.
They were still in their everyday attire, but Lisa, because she was going out, had uncharacteristically put on a black and white nun's habit and a veil over her face.
It was like returning to the time when Raccoon City had just experienced a nuclear explosion, and Javier and Lisa disguised themselves as a pastor and nun, fleeing everywhere.
Javier had asked Lisa what the meaning of her cosplay outfit was, and Lisa's answer was that since Javier had lied to the Vampires, claiming to be a divine messenger sent by God, then it wouldn't be too much for Lisa herself to play Holy Mother Mary. They were both divine roles, a perfect couple pairing.
To this, Javier expressed his exasperation.
But there was nothing he could do. Finally, he woke up the White Wolf guarding the villa. After the two of them mounted the mutated White Wolf, they immediately sped off to the battlefield.
The current White Wolf was terrifyingly large and could indeed serve as a mount. It was much faster than a car, and its superior agility was even more impressive.
The White Wolf's jumping ability was very strong now, just like a Werewolf; it could leap onto rooftops at any time.
Such agility would allow them to reach the battlefield of the Blood Clan and Werewolf war faster. But then again... riding a dog makes your crotch itch. A wolf... shouldn't count as a dog, right! (TN: Not sure how they won't be caught riding such a mount by cameras.)
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"Javier, what do you think of the Blood Clan's strongest combat power?" On the way, Lisa, riding the White Wolf, suddenly asked Javier, who was in front of her.
Although she knew she needed to help Javier save face and cooperate with the Blood Clan, Lisa didn't understand the Blood Clan, so she wanted a combat power assessment.
But in reality, the combat power in Underworld really wasn't that high. Even Javier, the weakest T-Virus Infected, might not be able to defeat them in a fight.
The strongest among the Blood Clan should be Blood Clan Progenitor Marcus, who has the ability to transform into the true form of a Vampire—the one with giant bat wings spread out.
In terms of strength, he should be similar to a Tyrant without its limiter released, and his speed is also similar. He has the ability to fly, strong regenerative capabilities, is not afraid of gunshots, and can withstand ordinary explosions.
Excluding some other hidden skills, he's roughly equivalent to one Tyrant. After all, Tyrants are the combat power unit in Resident Evil.
And if it's only to that extent, then he definitely can't defeat Lisa. Even a hundred more Marcus wouldn't be able to defeat her. This is the sorrow of fighting across different levels of life forms.
After all, Blood Clan Progenitor Marcus is not Dracula; he doesn't have the extraordinary ability to transform his body into countless bats and fly away, nor can he use telekinesis.
He hasn't put any points into magical skills; instead, he's put everything into his physical body, so he's more like a brute than a mage. And Lisa's talent points are 10x more than his.
"No need to worry,"
"The Blood Clan is more like early T-Virus Infected. If we have to compare, most Vampire Warriors have the strength of a Licker."
"You know, that monster with peeled skin and a long tongue. And the blood clan elder has the strength of a Tyrant, not like Alexia and Wesker, who are freaks..."
In response to Lisa's question, Javier decisively replied.
This was indeed a very apt comparison of combat power. The Blood Clan's current situation was precisely this. If they were like those in fantasy novels, possessing extremely high magical talent and capable of casting various fireballs and lightning spells, then it would be they who ruled the world, not humans.
And upon hearing Javier's explanation, Lisa slightly breathed a sigh of relief. Since that was the case, she had nothing to worry about. It would be enough to simply intimidate the entire Blood Clan when the time came.
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Blood Clan Castle—
A large number of Vampire Warriors followed Viktor's lead and poured out, preparing for the great war between the Blood Clan and the Werewolves.
At this time, only some servants and high-ranking blood clan elders with limited combat ability remained in the castle, as well as Amelia, a blood clan elder, who was in charge of internal affairs.
In the empty Blood Clan Castle, Amelia, a blood clan elder, was practically in charge. And Amelia didn't hesitate.
After making her decision yesterday, tonight, taking advantage of Viktor's absence with his troops, Amelia directly took a servant and headed towards the place where Blood Clan Progenitor Marcus was sealed in slumber.
No one could stop her, including the servant beside her. After merely asking a few curious questions, the servant was immediately slapped unconscious by Amelia, who then dragged the limp body directly into the sealed tomb chamber.
Looking at the various sealing patterns carved into the floor, Amelia didn't hesitate. She directly extended her sharp nails and slit the servant's neck.
"Pfft..."
Crimson blood rapidly flowed from the neck artery, like a gushing red spring, gradually soaking the spell patterns on the floor.
Only Amelia, a blood clan elder, had the right to enter the entire tomb chamber, so there was no one who could stop her now.
"Viktor..."
"Let's see whose speed is faster..."
Her narrow, scarlet eyes narrowed slightly. Seeing that enough blood had been released, Amelia casually tossed the servant's body she was holding onto the ground.
At this point, the blood had filled all the recessed patterns on the floor, activating the mechanism within. As the blood seeped in, it was gradually awakening the slumbering Blood Clan Progenitor Marcus, just as Seline had previously revived Viktor.
Approximately a few minutes later—
"Bang...!"
"Boom—!!!"
With a loud bang, the hard floor instantly exploded, sending countless debris flying. A dark figure rapidly shot out from the sunken ground, moving with astonishing, ghost-like speed.
In a mere blink of an eye, he broke through the seal and swiftly launched an attack on Amelia, his sharp, withered, stiff hand fiercely gripping towards Amelia's neck.
But clearly, Amelia was no ordinary person either. She opened her mouth, her eyes turning blood red, and let out a hysterical shriek. The powerful, terrifying sound wave instantly slammed the dark figure in front of her against the wall.
"Ahhhhhh—!!!!"
"Bang!"
At this moment, Amelia also clearly saw the true form of Blood Clan Progenitor Marcus. He was a giant humanoid bat, with gray-black skin all over his body, just like a bat's skin.
His huge bat wings spread out, measuring a full four meters long, with sharp hooks at the ends. His body still retained a human-like shape.