Blood Queen - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Night Battle with Black Blood Clan

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In a bright classroom, Xia Yan focused intently on the instructor lecturing in front of her opened study materials.

“…Vampires, or blood clan members, don’t solely rely on ordinary human blood for sustenance as many might imagine. In certain circumstances, they can also feed on the blood of their own kind in emergencies.”

“…According to existing data, since the 11th century, a group within the blood clan emerged that specifically hunted their own kind, adhering to a belief in blood purity. This group, viewed as heretics by the so-called orthodox blood clan, was ostracized and called themselves the Black Blood Clan.”

“However, blood clan members below Baron-level who feed on their own kind experience unstable negative effects, particularly weakening their boiling blood control ability. Yet, hunting their own kind also accelerates overall strength enhancement and increases the possibility of breakthrough to higher levels, a case of simultaneous advantages and disadvantages.”

The instructor put down his teaching notes and looked around at the students: “The Black Blood Clan’s ideology and behavior are extreme. They’re at odds with the orthodox blood clan, engaging in mutual slaughter. In a sense, this has also limited the expansion of the orthodox blood clan.”

“Can we consider this a form of self-cannibalization among vampires, where through survival of the fittest, some potentially stronger individuals emerge from a probabilistic standpoint?”

A student quickly raised their hand to ask.

“That’s a good question. The Black Blood Clan is numerous, with a growth rate surpassing the orthodox blood clan. Note that this refers to growth rate, not actual strength after breaking through to higher levels.”

“Based on combat comparisons, most Black Blood Clan members exhibit an ‘excess impurity’ state. At the same level, their combat power is only about 80% of orthodox blood clan members.”

In the classroom, interaction between the instructor and students gradually became more animated. Xia Yan smiled and closed her notebook.

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Under dim streetlights on a remote rural road in the suburbs, with harvested rapeseed fields on both sides.

Jiang Yan walked ahead carrying a travel bag, while Jiang Yao trudged a few steps behind, looking dejected.

In such a remote location after midnight, not even ride-sharing drivers would accept orders. At their current pace, they’d reach the main road in about 10 minutes, where they could try calling a taxi.

“Some lessons can only be learned the hard way. Everything Huang Gu said when breaking up never even entered your ears!”

Jiang Yan looked back, slowing her pace to walk alongside Jiang Yao again.

“Brother, I’m sorry, I was just curious… But hey, what level do you think that old witch was? She felt terrifying, I really thought we were going to die!”

Jiang Yao glanced around nervously, still somewhat shaken.

“Wait…”

Suddenly, Jiang Yan stopped, extending an arm to block Jiang Yao.

At the intersection ahead under a dim streetlight, a shabby, thin middle-aged man stood silently in the middle of the path, his sickly liver-colored face fixed with blood-red eyes.

Waves of unstable energy, mixed with confusion, despair, and brutality, slowly emanated from the man’s body, spreading into the night.

Gradually, the man’s pheromones began showing signs of boiling blood control disorder, weak yet excited, with increasingly vivid blood-colored pupils and rising blood temperature.

If one had a Dark Arrow Unit’s portable thermal night vision device right now, this man’s surface body temperature would likely exceed 40 degrees Celsius!

This was a high-level vampire! Moreover, one in the late stages of blood thirst syndrome, making his final desperate moves!

Jiang Yan had already drawn her gun, a bead of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. The pheromones released by this frenzied vampire, though not as suffocating as Wan Yue’s earlier, far exceeded those of the mid-level Servant Huang Gu they’d encountered before.

Jiang Yao jumped to one side, gripping her dagger in reverse, slightly lowering her body to adjust her center of gravity, her expression terrifyingly serious.

“Hehe, two Thralls, such tender young girls… truly heaven hasn’t abandoned me… All these years, I sold my house, sold my car, sold my factory… wuwu, but I still amount to nothing… I never hurt ordinary people before, I just want to live! Just want to live!”

The man growled in a low voice, somewhat incoherently, his eye sockets seeming ready to squeeze out bloody tears, his delirious blood-red pupils greedily and violently fixed on the two young women’s bodies.

“Brother, he’s gone mad…” Jiang Yao muttered softly.

Jiang Yan didn’t respond, just slowly put away her gun and also switched to a dagger. This was because less than 100 meters away was a residential area, and using a gun would inevitably alert others.

Moreover, against this kind of vampire who might have reached Knight-level, unless multiple people used semi-automatic shotguns for concentrated fire, it would be difficult to prevent the opponent’s close-quarters attack.

“Big Brother, if you need blood, I can give you two bags.”

Jiang Yan tried speaking softly, while signaling Jiang Yao to circle around, slowly moving towards the farmland and small woods beside the path.

“I’ve joined the Black Blood Clan, you think I care about your two bags of blood… The boss was right, everyone below Baron-level is an insect. To survive, you have to hunt, especially you wandering blood clan rats! Hahaha!”

The man grinned crookedly, his facial muscles distorted due to gradually losing control of his boiling blood ability, appearing both comical and horrifying.

Under the streetlight, the man’s figure vanished. Jiang Yan had barely activated her boiling blood when she felt a lightning-fast black shadow press against her front.

Her body took a heavy hit, flying backward in an arc several meters high. Only upon landing did Xia Yan feel intense pain in her abdomen. A ghastly puncture wound – any deeper and it might have gone through her entire body. As for the dagger in her hand, it had long since flown who knows where.

Hunched over, the man, now deformed like a ghoul, licked the fresh blood off his distorted finger bone spikes, revealing an ecstatic, sinister smile: “Haha, even a rare blood type! Smells so good… My luck is turning!”

Jiang Yan’s defeat happened in less than 3 seconds. Jiang Yao had barely reached the man’s side and rear.

A forceful knee strike hit the man’s elbow, but he blocked Jiang Yao’s powerful attack at an angle impossible for normal human arm bone joints.

The man’s body only slid half a meter sideways before firmly stopping, then turned his exaggeratedly angled neck to look at the shocked Jiang Yao.

“Hehe, I misjudged. I thought you were just mid-level Thralls, but with boiling blood, you’re almost approaching high-level Servant. What kind of rare monster are you, haha! However, compared to a Knight, you’re still a notch below!”

Before his words ended, a putrid, skinny right arm swung over, five fingers completely deformed into long brown bone claws.

“To hell with ghost Knights!”

The golden-haired girl shouted sharply, her bright dagger flashing directly through the opponent’s arm joint.

As the bone claws penetrated Jiang Yao’s body, the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight’s skinny right arm was also severed, the cut releasing the characteristic black smoke of silver ions burning vampire flesh.

But Jiang Yao’s life-risking exchange didn’t gain her a decisive advantage, she only cut off half the opponent’s arm, and that half-forearm bone claw was now stuck in her left ribs.

Before Jiang Yao could fall, another slender black shadow pounced at high speed.

Jiang Yan, wearing a cold expression and blood-red delirious eyes, mounted her entire body onto the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight’s shoulders.

Legs tightly gripping the opponent’s shoulders, left hand firmly holding the other’s head, right hand grabbing the remaining half of the right upper arm, Jiang Yan seemed to lose all reason, opening her mouth to bite the skinny neck.

In her hazy vision, the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight beneath her no longer seemed so terrifying and disgusting, instead emanating an alluring sweetness that sparked an urgent desire to tear and bite in Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan, who had fallen into blood thirst due to intense boiling blood, unleashed a fierce impulse in her daze, biting and sucking, an indescribably strange taste instantly entered her throat.

Blood clan in boiling blood state, including all muscle tissues and body fluids, contain a special protein known as the blood invasion factor. For ordinary people, it means a complete life change, but for vampires, it has lost its meaning.

The only value is that the blood of blood clan in boiling blood state, in the eyes of the Black Blood Clan, has slightly higher intake value and taste.

However, this time the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight felt something different, his entire body became rigid as if injected with a strong sedative, and a peculiar coldness slowly emerged from deep within, like dropping a huge ice cube into boiling water.

The deformed Knight vampire, still retaining his last bits of consciousness, used all his strength to grab at the black-haired girl behind him with his intact left arm, the forearm bone claws once again deeply piercing Jiang Yan’s thigh.

Seconds later, the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight, having exhausted all his energy in blood thirst, slowly fell to the ground motionless.

“Brother… can you hear me… hehe, you killed this bastard… hehe, just the two of us killed a Knight… In Dark Arrow, we must be pretty unique…”

Jiang Yao pulled out the half-forearm bone claw stuck in her body, lay down beside Jiang Yan holding her rib wound, breathing heavily, her dirty little face still wearing a proud smile.

“Cough cough… don’t talk… I’m so tired, want to sleep… I feel hot…”

“Brother… me too… so tired… I want to drink your blood, can I…”

“My thigh’s been pierced… saved you cutting… if you can move, help yourself…”

The two young women, both covered in red, lay there in the weed-filled field, chatting carelessly back and forth in weak voices.

The golden-haired girl squirmed over, lying on the black-haired girl’s thigh, tearing open her broken jeans, hugging the springy thigh, licking and sucking without any hesitation.

The high-load boiling blood state slowly receded, but in her daze, Jiang Yan didn’t feel the onset of blood thirst. Instead, her whole body felt warm, the deformed Black Blood Clan Knight’s flesh and blood she had swallowed seemed to be triggering a strange reaction inside her.

Dozens of minutes later, Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao had lost consciousness in their daze. If not for the blood stains covering their bodies, one might think they were just sleeping.

At the end of the path, two headlights slowly appeared as an SUV approached. Wan Yue got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and thoughtfully observed the chaotic scene.

Sighing softly, she first carried the two girls to the back seat, then took out a body bag, stuffed the deformed vampire Knight’s corpse and the severed forearm bone claw into it, and cleaned up the blood traces from the scene.

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Early summer, dawn, darkness gradually fading.

In an old residential complex in J District, C City, Building 303.

Jiang Yao slowly woke up, feeling indescribably uncomfortable in her daze. Seeming to remember something, she suddenly sat up, only to find herself sleeping on the sofa.

“How did I end up at home? Was last night all a dream?”

Jiang Yao looked around the familiar living room in confusion. If not for the blood-stained tattered clothes she wore, she might have really thought it was just a dream.

“Brother!”

Jiang Yao remembered something else and rushed into the bedroom, finding Jiang Yan also covered in long-dried blood, sleeping quietly on the bed.

Running back to the living room, she found the travel bag for blood bags on the floor beside the sofa, completely empty. Hurriedly opening the small medical constant temperature blood refrigerator, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, yesterday’s purchased blood bags were all neatly arranged inside, not one missing.

Jiang Yao frowned, looking around, finally discovering a note on the dining table.

“You two little ones cost this old lady half a night’s time. Luckily the black-haired girl had your rental agreement in her pants pocket, otherwise this old lady would have left you in the wilderness.”

The old witch brought us back?

In Jiang Yao’s mind appeared again that mature, bewitching face and sensuous body, that avant-garde woman whose mere “glare” had made her and Jiang Yan lose all resistance.