Chapter 3

Macyon was a typical English butler. Whenever his employer spoke, he would arrange everything perfectly. Six hours later, Oceania found herself at Heathrow Airport in London.

The night outside the airport's landing windows was as quiet as death. The moon in the night sky was a strange orange-red color, as if the moon had been washed with blood.

Macyon put away his unease and followed his employer calmly. Suddenly, Oceania stopped and looked around.

Macyon noticed several familiar figures and was momentarily stunned before quickly realizing what was going on. He whispered, "Before I left, I informed the neighbors to help watch the house."

Oceania smiled. "Obviously, they prefer to watch you rather than the house."

Macyon was a bit embarrassed. "I think they came for you."

Although Oceania had never attended any activities in the vampire social circle, all the vampires in the London area knew that an unknown elder vampire lived here. Any vampire who approached within ten miles of his residence would feel the pressure from this predecessor and lose their willpower.

After the frequent vampire murder cases, the vampires who stayed in the London area were watching Oceania's movements closely. Upon learning that he was also heading to Brittany, they immediately packed their things and followed. The vampires who could stand in the airport hall were all within ten generations.

Even so, several vampires felt weak in the legs when Oceania's gaze swept over them.

"One hundred and twenty-six vampires, thirty-eight members of the Holy See, all my fans, and there are less than one hundred actual passengers. It seems that the airline business is not doing well lately," Oceania said.

"But there are still many planes... Oh no!" Macyon's pupils slightly dilated, reflecting the night sky outside the airport.

The moon was blocked and unblocked, and it could vaguely be seen that a large group of flying objects were shuttling in the sky, and... diving down.

"Bang bang bang..." With the continuous drumming of the impact sound, hundreds of bats smashed onto the airport landing windows. The small and ferocious bodies tumbled down and left blood stains on the glass one by one. The blood slowly flowed across the transparent glass, dividing the outside world into broken and fragmented pieces.

"Ah!" "My God!" "What happened?" "Oh... God bless!" "What the hell is that?!" Screams filled the air.

The airport was in chaos. Members of the Holy See crowded around Oceania, about to say something, but he had disappeared in front of their eyes.

Countless bats were crazily flying around in the sky above the airport like headless flies. In the middle of them, a strange black smoke occasionally emerged, and when the smoke appeared, several bats would fall from the sky and land diagonally on the airport's landing windows.

"Ha ha ha..." The sound of silver bells mixed with the bats' miserable cries, sounding particularly abrupt.

Oceania suddenly appeared in the middle of the bats, reaching out into the void to grab a handful. The joyful laughter suddenly turned into a scream.

In front of him, the black mist dispersed, revealing a plump and graceful figure. Her body was slightly bent, her face twisted in pain, and her waist-length hair was blown by the wind, with a small bunch tightly pulled by Eurasia.

"Let go!" she gritted her teeth.

Eurasia smiled, "Okay." With a slight force, he forcefully pulled the hair from her scalp.

"Ah!" She screamed in pain, her body turning into a fierce black mist and pouncing on him.

Eurasia's figure became virtual, appearing behind the black mist and grabbing another bunch of hair before she could rage. This happened five or six times, and the woman fell back to the ground, crying and holding her hair, not daring to struggle.

Eurasia slowly walked up to her and threw the hair to the ground. The woman's eyes flashed with ferocity as she slowly raised her head, "Tell me your name!"

Eurasia lightly touched the bone ring on his left index finger and smiled, "I'm wearing a bone ring with a hidden aura effect, so no one knows who I am."

The woman said, "Do you know who I am?"

Eurasia replied, "A witch."

The woman angrily said, "My name is Yifeng! You better remember it! The harm you inflicted on me today will be paid back someday!" She turned around, holding her head like a leper, and disappeared into the lawn.

After she left, the bats in the air scattered.

Mession came to stand seven or eight steps behind Eurasia and saw that he was not displeased before approaching him, "Is she the killer of the blood clan?"

Eurasia said, "Usually, the stupid ones are the accomplices."

Mession asked, "Is she a witch?"

Eurasia said, "According to the magnificent spectacle on her chest, she should not be a warlock."

"From hell?"

"I can't think of any other place that would take them in."

Mession said worriedly, "The other owner of the Breton Bright Castle is a fallen angel."

Hell is ruled by seven demon kings.

All seven demon kings are fallen angels.

The family they went to seek refuge with happened to have a fallen angel.

...

Any analysis was unsettling.

Eurasia reassured him, "Don't worry. He has an average relationship with hell."

Mession said, "Even with an average relationship, they are still of the same kind."

Eurasia decided to be more straightforward, "In the eyes of that adult, only Lord Xiaoming is pleasing to the eye among the Nine Realms."

Lord Xiaoming is one of their own!

Mession said, "He is still a good person."

Eurasia: "..."

In the eyes of humans who were unaware, this group of bats probably collectively drove drunk, causing such a disastrous traffic accident. After confirming that there were no strange bats within a hundred miles of the airport, the airport resumed operations.

Even so, it delayed a lot of time. When Eurasia arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, it was already early morning.

Eurasia sat on the chair with a gloomy face.

Mession stood beside him, feeling a little lost.

Upon leaving the airport, he sat here seemingly waiting for something. As time ticked by, Oceania's expression grew darker and darker.

As more and more vampires couldn't stand his oppressive presence and left, he decided to speak up, "Are you waiting for Mr. Joseph Miller?"

Oceania frowned.

"Mession reminded him, "It's the economy class ticket you had me buy separately."

Oceania said fiercely, "Damn economy class! I shouldn't have let him wander around. I should have kept him firmly within my sight."

The temperature dropped sharply, and the vampires ran even faster.

Despite his tough talk, Oceania changed his sitting posture and continued to wait.

As an excellent butler, Mession always prioritized his employer's wishes. He bought coffee and sandwiches and silently waited with his employer for someone who might not appear at any time.

After several more hours, the sun shone brightly.

Oceania's face was so dark that ink could have dripped from it.

Within ten meters of him, only Mession barely supported him, while others had long avoided him.

While Mession was planning how to prepare a sumptuous lunch to comfort his employer's wounded heart within the limited conditions, a warrior stepped into the restricted area with the golden sun slowly shining behind him.

The warrior walked up to Oceania and revealed a badge the size of a fingernail on his chest: "I am Bonuwa Popile, a member of the Bronze Order of the Sacred Guard. I have some unfortunate news to tell you."

Oceania raised his eyelids slightly.

Bonuwa said, "At three o'clock in the morning, the Legli Castle in Burgundy was bloodbathed. Eighty-eight vampires, including a seventh-generation vampire, met with misfortune."

It wasn't just a simple murder case.

It was a massacre.

Bonuwa said, "Unlike before, there was one survivor this time."

Oceania's finger, wearing a bone ring, moved, "Where is he?"

Burgundy was an area with a very high vampire population density. Therefore, the impact of the Legli Castle tragedy was extremely far-reaching, not only among vampires but also local governments. The Central Church sent half of the Sacred Guard to station here - an unprecedented move.

When Oceania got off the car, he felt that dozens of high-level blood clans were greeting him not far away, and there were also a few cold scrutinizing gazes cast his way.

Bonuwa also noticed this. He touched the silver bullet pistol at his waist and felt a little relieved. "The emotions of many local blood clans are not very stable. You'd better restrain them a bit."

Oceania looked at him strangely.

Bonuwa said, "At this time, I think you don't want humans and blood clans to cause any unnecessary conflicts again."

Oceania said, "At this time of starting a holy war, the culprit may happily join you. You have a great chance of winning. What's wrong with that?"

Bonuwa said, "We love peace!"

Oceania said, "Take your hand off the pistol first."

Bonuwa: "..."

Fortunately, there was a pretty little girl in her early teens, sitting quietly on a stone bench in front of the Legley Castle, under the guard of the Holy See. When Oceania and others approached, she still had no expression.

But Oceania could clearly feel the alertness, uneasiness, and resistance coming from her.

Oceania said, "Tenth Generation Ganggro?"

The little girl trembled, her cheeks slightly bulged, and two white fangs were faintly revealed between her upper and lower lips.

Oceania slowly raised his left hand.

The little girl's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she looked excitedly at him, showing a hint of adoration.

"Tell me what happened," he coaxed.

The little girl said, "They are Lesenba."