Blood Queen - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: One Against Four

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Before she could fully enter the boiling blood state, Jiang Yao was suddenly interrupted by a powerful kick, sending her body flying backward. She tumbled and skidded along the alley ground for a good 6-7 meters before finally coming to a stop.

Jiang Yao clutched her stomach and struggled to stand up again. Her newly changed clean T-shirt and jeans were already significantly damaged.

Through the torn and ripped fabric, parts of her body covered in bloody wounds were visible, making her appear quite disheveled.

“Huh? Isn’t this woman a mid-level Servant? How can she break through realm limitations after boiling blood?”

The middle-aged Knight who had succeeded in the sneak attack actually paused for a moment when Jiang Yao landed, and his subsequent attack momentum also stopped.

“Hehe, it means the surprise is even bigger… There’s another one in that courtyard, what a big harvest!”

The subordinate had incapacitated the opponent with just one move, certain that today’s hunt would surely be fruitful. The skinny young man in black clothes smiled even more happily, directly removing his hood to reveal an incredibly handsome face, resembling a young idol from the entertainment industry.

Jiang Yao’s face changed dramatically, secretly glancing in a certain direction about 100 meters away, her lips almost bitten bloody.

“Give up… we have 2 Knights and 2 upper-level Servants, and our boss is nearly a Baron. If you give up resisting, you can at least die more easily.”

The middle-aged Knight smiled coldly, not forgetting to flatter his own upper-level peak Knight boss, although the latter was still that tiny bit away from being a so-called half-step Baron.

As his voice fell, two more Black Blood Clan men walked out from the darkness, one fat and one short.

“You’re from the Black Blood Clan… doing this so brazenly in the city area, aren’t you afraid of alerting the Dark Arrow Unit and the local Fief Knights?”

Jiang Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slowly stood up straight, and stared intently at the skinny young man in black who was gradually approaching.

“Haha, Dark Arrow? Fief Knights?”

The young idol-like man in black who was revered as the boss laughed incredulously, his tone becoming more ferocious: “Dark Arrow? Maybe they can’t wait for the number of you wandering vampires to decrease even more. As for Fief Knights, you mean the Wang family, right? Do you know how many Wang family Knights I’ve eaten over the years?”

“These old turtles, apart from making some noise, they don’t dare to do anything. In their eyes, losing a Knight is as simple as having a chicken escape from their coop.”

Whether true or false, the young idol’s attitude was extremely arrogant at this moment.

Hearing such outrageous words, Jiang Yao’s heart sank immediately. Looking at the 4 Black Blood Clan members gradually approaching from front and back, her face turned ashen.

Brother… I might have to go first… Jiang Yao lifted her head, looked around, and her expression actually became more relaxed.

In just a second, a surge of more desperate and shrill energy burst forth from Jiang Yao’s body, as if all the blood proteins in her body were being recklessly exhausted at this moment. Her eyes turned so red they seemed to be burning.

The taboo act of performing boiling blood during her menstrual period made Jiang Yao feel pain that penetrated to her bones both inside and out. Blood continuously flowed from her mouth, nose, and lower body, but there was a strange smile at the corners of her mouth, making her appear particularly bewitching.

Upper-level Servant… lower-level Knight… mid-level Knight…

In the perception of the 4 men in black, the light golden-haired girl trapped in a desperate situation before them had an energy intensity that continued to rise.

Suddenly, the girl’s body vanished. The men in black who had already formed an encirclement only felt a hurricane-like whoosh pass by, and found that they were one person short!

The short upper-level Servant was gripped by the neck by the high-speed charging Jiang Yao, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. His entire body was pushed towards a side alley wall, directly breaking through into a dark, empty courtyard.

Lying on the ground, before he could recover from his dazed state, the short man’s pupils reflected a high, silver-glinting blade, and a pair of extremely cruel blood-red eyes.

What beautiful eyes…

“No!”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yao’s silver dagger had already fiercely stabbed into the young man’s eye socket, straight into his brain.

The special smell of silver ions burning flesh mixed with brain matter sprayed out, and the surface of the full head appeared to show a dehydration-like charring phenomenon as if under high-temperature roasting.

In just 3 seconds, Jiang Yao, who had reached mid-level Knight through boiling blood, had taken down one opponent!

“Mon… monster… she was clearly just a mid-level Servant, how did she become a Knight!?”

The fat Servant, who hadn’t yet recovered from the previous dramatic change, actually started trembling in his voice.

“Damn it, what are you afraid of, the boss alone can fight her head-on! She’s already overdrawn, and we still have 3 people!”

The middle-aged Knight’s face was also pale, but seeing his boss’s unwavering figure, he could only steel himself to initiate boiling blood and urge his companions to act.

“Keep her alive! Keep her alive! Haha, what a premium catch, what a premium catch!”

The young idol didn’t care about losing a subordinate, instead laughing continuously.

Two figures rushed into the dark courtyard, one left and one right, almost simultaneously grabbing the girl who was still straddling their dead companion, swaying unsteadily.

“Ah!”

Crack, Jiang Yao’s two delicate arms were almost simultaneously broken, her upper body arching backward, her piercing screams mixed with the blood spewing from her mouth, shooting towards the night sky.

“Smells so good… I can hardly wait to dig out your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs…”

The young idol slowly walked into the courtyard, his thin white face twitching with excitement, appearing somewhat pathological, while constantly sniffing deeply in the air.

The frightening energy from a dozen seconds ago gradually extinguished, Jiang Yao’s boiling blood had completely collapsed and lost control.

The girl’s chest was already completely red, and her jeans were soaked through with blood flowing from her lower body. The bloody smell spread rapidly in the courtyard. Her entire body was as weak as cotton, but her two broken arms were still restrained by two men in black, like a death row prisoner awaiting execution.

“Go… go to hell with your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs…”

Jiang Yao smiled at the night sky, not directly looking at the young idol who was close at hand, mumbling contemptuous words mixed with blood.

“Boss, now we can go to that house to catch the other one…”

The middle-aged Knight let go of the shoulder of the girl who had lost her fighting ability, smiling as he stood up.

“Ah!”

Before the young idol boss could speak, suddenly the girl beside him twisted her body and bit the somewhat relaxed middle-aged Knight’s neck in one motion, causing the latter to let out a pig-like scream.

The young idol’s face changed dramatically, he got angry and directly stomped hard on Jiang Yao’s lower abdomen, forcing her to release her bite with a muffled grunt.

“Hehe… I killed one, worth it… Brother… I’ll go first…”

Jiang Yao completely collapsed, losing consciousness.

Touching the bite mark on his neck, the middle-aged Knight retreated several steps continuously, then stood still, seemingly somewhat confused.

A few seconds later, the middle-aged Knight let out asthma-like rapid breathing, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying.

It seemed that an incomprehensible mutation occurred inside his body. The middle-aged man’s whole body trembled, almost all exposed skin began to turn black at a visible speed. Even his mouth and nose emitted faint black smoke, his limb joints moved stiffly like rusty machine parts, and finally, he fell like a fish that had been charred from the inside out!

Before the others could react from their shock, in the night sky, there came slight puff puff sounds from several directions.

The young idol leader and the last Black Blood Clan Servant were almost simultaneously hit by something on their bodies, splashing several clusters of charred smoke, vaguely bringing out some carbonized flesh fragments.

This was the typical lethal effect when bullets hit vampire bodies, burst, and the silver bullet cores inside penetrated deep into the body.

6 men and women wearing tight combat suits and tactical cover clothes slowly emerged from the surrounding courtyard building tops, each holding a VSSM special silenced sniper rifle.

The young idol boss was relatively better off, hit by two bullets in the waist and shoulder. The fat upper-level Servant was much worse off, hit by at least 7-8 bullets in the front and back of his chest, even his neck was half destroyed, with charred red blood mist ignited by silver particles spurting out from various holes in his body.

Without any hesitation, the young idol’s body moved rapidly, already leaping over the alley wall and disappearing into the layers of building shadows.

“I’m… I’m sorry… I just dozed off, how did this happen… I’m sorry, Xiao Yao…”

After about 10 seconds, the 6 young men and women with guns slowly walked into the empty courtyard, surrounding Jiang Yao’s broken body. One of the women crouched down, stroking Jiang Yao’s bloody and tragic lower body, quietly crying.

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In a certain park with lush vegetation, it was completely silent except for the undulating frog calls and insect chirping. Under the illumination of the barely adequate decorative lights on the small path, the young idol was frantically fleeing.

For a Black Blood Clan member who had grown to an upper-level peak Knight, the life and death of companions was never something that needed to be cared about or remembered; striving to overcome growth limitations was the pursuit of every Black Blood Clan member.

All below Baron are insects, this was the deeply rooted value of the Black Blood Clan.

Suddenly, the young idol’s feet stopped, his pupils beginning to contract.

Not far away, by the green belt, a tall young man was quietly leaning against a street tree, those blood-red eyes silently watching him, emanating familiar killing intent after boiling blood.

An upper-level peak Knight whose strength was even more formidable than his own, a true half-step Baron!

Although the physical qualities of a vampire Knight far exceeded ordinary people, and the wounds were already coagulating under the amazing healing ability, the two silver bullet cores wrapped in carbonized muscle tissue remaining in the body were still time bombs.

If boiling blood was activated at this time, it would be a losing proposition, unnecessary unless absolutely unavoidable.

Quietly touching the gunshot wounds on his waist and shoulder, the young idol took a deep breath, his expression very relaxed: “Brother, we’re both just one step away, there’s no need to fight to the death, it’s not easy for everyone…”

Zhao Peng slowly stood up straight, surprisingly and rarely taking out a cigarette, lighting it with a snap, smiling as he looked at the disheveled Black Blood Clan Knight in front of him, exhaling a smoke ring: “No, we’re not the same, you’re someone with one foot in the netherworld, I’m not.”

Zhao Peng’s body leaned forward, a wave of air impact rippled, and he had already appeared in front of the young idol, his right hand with deformed finger bones and nails actually directly piercing into the other’s left chest.

“Wa… ugh!”

The young idol spat out a mouthful of blood, looking incredulously at the young man in a suit with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a terribly cold expression, his body trembling more and more violently.

The right hand that had pierced into the other’s body retracted again, and a heart that was still twitching appeared between Zhao Peng’s deformed fingers.

The young idol convulsed and slowly fell, his eyeballs wide open, almost protruding from their sockets, belonging to someone who couldn’t be more dead.

Shaking his hand, the deformed right hand slowly returned to its original form. Zhao Peng casually threw the blood-dripping heart onto the Black Blood Clan Knight’s corpse, then turned around, removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and exhaled another puff of smoke.

Another middle-aged man walked out from the darkness, opened a body bag, and stuffed the young idol’s corpse and that heart into it…