Chapter 8

"Let me smell it! Where did this baby come from? The fragrant milk scent makes me want to pierce his throat and suck the delicious fresh blood!" A wicked chuckle sounded from behind.

A deep brown coffin shook, and the lid lifted a few inches and moved to the left, revealing a slender finger that had not yet stood upright before it was caught by the coffin lid that had been moved back.

"Ouch!" A cry came from the coffin.

Oceania pressed the lid and coldly stared at the reddened finger.

"Let go, you disrespectful scum!"

The coffin lid was suddenly pushed open, and a black figure rushed out, pushing Oceania to the ground.

A pale face was occupied by a gaping mouth, showing two sharp white fangs.

Oceania closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the whites of his eyes were covered in bright crimson, like a crazed beast. "Get off!" he forcefully pushed him away and stood up straight.

The blood clan that was pushed away heavily hit the coffin that had just been climbed out of, causing it to roll more than ten meters, hitting the rocks and rolling again.

The blood clan shook his head and stood up: "You broke my furniture."

The sky was dyed deep blue, leaving only traces of fish white.

Under the dim light, the two blood clans suddenly collided with each other like beasts, waving their limbs and fighting with each other in the most primitive way.

"Let go! You lowly scum!" The blood clan who had his hair pulled was furious, threatening and growling, his eyes bursting with vicious warnings. "How dare you disrespect the elder!"

Oceania stood upright, shaking the hand that was grabbing his hair, looking down at him disdainfully, "I have never seen such a weak elder before."

The hair was forcefully torn off, taking half of the scalp with it.

The blood clan went mad!

He stretched out his long arms, and the ground trembled.

It seemed that something was about to crash out from beneath the Island of Deception.

Oceania took two steps back.

The natural prestige of the elder suppressed him, making him unable to move.

"I, in the name of the second generation of Irland, judge you, the disrespectful scum!" The swollen finger slowly stretched out, and the demonic curse condensed in the air. "I pronounce that you shall be forever trapped in..."

Suddenly, Oceania jumped up, hugging Irland and rushing into the sea.

The cold seawater seeped in everywhere.

The remaining curse of Irland was sealed in his mouth.Ireland glared angrily at the figure towering over him. Despite the bone-chilling cold of the sea water, his anger burned fiercely inside him. In his understanding, the blood clan placed great importance on bloodline inheritance, and as a descendant, he could never show disrespect towards his elders. Yet this descendant of a grandchild dared to...

He grabbed the other's shoulder, adjusted his posture, and kicked his feet hard in the water, jumping out of the sea like a flying fish.

Oceania took the opportunity to let go of him and backed away seven or eight meters.

Ireland shook off the water on his body, slightly bowed his waist, and glared at the black figure not far away, "Tell me your name, you arrogant fool!"

Oceania stared at him and spat out a name, "Ansbillis Macavity."

"Macavity?!"

It was as if the key to Pandora's box had released all the evil within.

Ireland's face was engulfed by emotions such as anger, hatred, and cruelty. He was uglier than any demon that crawled out of hell. His face was completely twisted, with bulging veins and bloodshot eyes.

Oceania was a little annoyed that the blood clan ignored their good eyesight both day and night.

"You despicable, dirty, and cunning little man! Traitor! Deceiver!"

Ireland's throat made a strange choking sound, and his body slowly leaned forward, assuming an attacking posture.

Oceania opened his arms, and a surging battle intent flowed from his head to his shoulders, arms, chest, and all the way into his legs.

He had never been so full of a desire to fight!

The burning anxiety turned into hostility, from his chest to his heart, every part of him pulsating with the desire to crush the opponent.

Ireland suddenly rushed forward.

As if an invisible hand had reached out from the void, it inserted itself into Oceania's chest, fingers grasping at his heart, slowly closing in.

Instantly, his blood flowed backward, no matter how his soul roared for battle, the blood in his body weakly waved the white flag. He saw the opponent's hand rushing towards him, and Oceania's body suddenly disappeared from where it was.

A bat flapped its wings and flew high.

The chaotic flapping sounds contrasted with the island's tranquility.

Quietly.

Plop plop plop.

After a while, the flapping sounds stopped.

The bat gathered and transformed into a tall figure.

His limbs still trembled slightly with the suppressed blood, but his expression was cold.

In front of him, the once arrogant and powerful second-generation blood clan was now scattered on the ground, its shattered organs scattered around, forming a narrow path.

Oceania stood still for a moment and slowly walked over.

Although three minutes had passed, he still couldn't believe what had just happened, or rather, he saw it as a miracle.

But the broken bodies on the ground were the most concrete evidence.

Ireland - the second generation who was said to have been killed by thirteen third-generation descendants - had just fought a real battle with him and shattered into pieces at the critical moment when victory was within his grasp.

Yes, there was no more fitting word than "shattered" to describe it.

He remembered the scene of Ireland shattering while running, and his head began to ache. He slowly walked back to the white coffin and picked up the withered rose.

This is the rose he gave.

It should have never withered.

But now...

"Meow."

A black cat with frost on its fur dashed out of the gray soil, jumping and leaping into Oceania's arms.

Oceania pinched the back of its neck, his fair hand showing blue veins.

He closed his eyes and pressed the cat tightly to his chest.

The black cat twitched its paws uneasily and was soon suppressed.

After a long time, Oceania released it and lowered his head to kiss its forehead and mouth. "Trust me, everything will be fine."

The black cat stretched its muscles. It didn't know if everything would be okay, but it knew it had been flattened just now.

Oceania gently combed its fur.

The black cat was a bit disgusted and pushed his hand away with its tail.

Oceania said, "I missed you."

The black cat glanced at him sideways.

Oceania stroked the back of its neck. "Don't leave me for so long next time. I'll worry."

The black cat yawned, noncommittal.

Oceania smiled. "I heard that an anchor chain is very useful."

The black cat scratched him and jumped down, running away.

Oceania followed leisurely behind.

There was a small boat on the beach, and Messillon was sitting on it, still wearing a suit, with a straight back and a symmetrical tie knot in the middle.

"Welcome back." He stood up.

Oceania held the black cat and sat on the boat, pinching his brow and closing his eyes to rest. "What's happening outside?"

Messillon said, "Are you asking about the Bret Castle? After you left, Lord Barr had a temper tantrum, but after being comforted by Wang Xiaoming, everything was fine. The vampire clan gathered at Bret Castle have all left."

Oceania said, "Can you tell me something I can't guess?"

Messillon thought for a moment. "The Vatican caught a witch and is preparing for a public trial?"

Oceania suddenly opened his eyes. "Where?"

"Italy."

The boat landed in Rome after a direct flight from Johannesburg, South Africa.

When Oceania and Messillon left the airport, they were hit by the heat wave.

Oceania held the cat quietly in his hands and suddenly frowned. "The temperature difference is so big. We shouldn't have come back so soon."

Messillon looked at him in confusion. "Are you catching a cold?"

Oceania touched the black cat in his arms. "It didn't have time to change its fur."

"It doesn't matter. Its new and old clothes are the same style and you can't tell the difference," Messillon said.

Oceania thought for a moment. "Let's change the anchor chain every day."

The cat's spine arched instantly, and it tried to run away by kicking its hind legs, but Oceania held it tightly.

"Good baby, don't challenge my patience," he said, clasping it to his chest.

The black cat scratched him with its claws. The fair hand was scratched several times, and the wounds healed and reopened faster than alcohol evaporating.

At the waiting area, a blue flag car drove up from behind and stopped in front of them.

Bonuwa got out of the driver's seat, a familiar face.

"Hi," he greeted them.

"I don't want to get in his car," Oceania said.

Messillon said, "We can stand here and do nothing."

Oceania asked, "And then what?"

Messillon replied, "The car behind us, which is getting impatient, will come up and hit the back of his car."

Bonuwa's smile stiffened and she nervously looked at the car behind them. The big man in the car honked impatiently.

"Don't you want to know the latest news about the witch?" he offered a bait.

Oceania said, "I do want to know. But I don't want to get tangled up with you guys."

Bonuwa said, "Don't we have a cooperative relationship?"

Oceania said, "Are you referring to the time when you had evidence that implicated Macavity and falsely accused me? Well, that was certainly a memorable collaboration."

Bonuwa played his trump card, "Don't you want to know the news about Ansbillis Macavity?"

Oceania's eyes flashed, "What do you mean?"

Bonuwa smiled and gestured, "Get in the car."

Before he could finish saying "car," the car behind them forcefully hit his car from behind.

Bonuwa: "..."

Bonuwa resolved the traffic dispute while Oceania watched with Messillon and the black cat.

The traffic dispute escalated into a violent conflict, and Oceania watched with Messillon and the black cat.

When all the dust settled, it was already evening.

After having eaten and drunk their fill, Oceania regretfully told Bonuwa, who was starving and hanging on her every word, "I suddenly don't feel as interested in knowing about Ansbillis' news."

Bonuwa: "..."