The warriors who had jumped down from the Pterodactyl gradually approached the two people. Their gaze instantly changed! As if under some kind of enchantment, they rushed straight towards the source of the scent.
The man known as Bruch glanced at the other vampires surrounding him, then spread his black cloak and wrapped it tightly around the small human in his arms, from head to toe. He then turned and walked towards his black dragon.
The teammates behind him, however, were relentless and kept asking incessantly
"It is the taste of blood."
"How sweet. Where is it? Where is the blood?"
"Captain, you must have smelt it too, haven't you? It's exquisite blood."
Bruch paused his steps and barked without turning back: "Withdraw!"
The high-level command made the team members stop in their tracks, no longer daring to ask further questions, and respectfully step back.
Safiya, who was almost suffocated in the airtight black cloak, with her hands and feet wrapped and unable to move, could only use her head to desperately search for a way out
As soon as Safiya's nose and mouth were exposed, she eagerly took a deep breath!
"Hmm? It has appeared again."
The smell of blood, it is the smell of blood.
The soldiers who had been told to stop were stirring again, eying the captain's direction with a menacing gaze.
Bruch angrily forced the disobedient little head back into his arms, covering up in a low voice: "I've only suffered a little injury, don't make a big deal out of it."
"Eh? Is that so? It seems to be the captain's blood. Ah, how rude of me."
"Ah, the Holy Blood Clan's blood tastes so sweet? I'm smelling it for the first time."
"Me too. Ah, Captain, please take care of your health."
The team members' discussion and respectful voices Bruch paid no attention, being only busy forcibly pushing back the head that was struggling and moaning in his arms!
Distracted, he answered with a couple of sounds, then planned to jump on the dragon's back and quickly leave this place of trouble, but was called by his deputy captain, whose expression was solemn.
"Captain, forgive me for speaking directly, but the creature in your arms is not a vampire." The lieutenant, holding The Vande investigation files, spoke cautiously.
"I know," Bruch said indifferently. Indeed, the moment he tasted this guy's blood, he knew that it was not the taste of a vampire.
"Since you know, I implore you not to act rashly. After all, that is an unknown being, and if by chance its blood is as poisonous as Half-Blood's, that would be disastrous."
"Kohler, my strict and stern deputy captain, I've never seen you care about my life and death before." Bruch snorted coldly, "Is this what Presbyterianism suggested you to say? Are you worried that if I die, the Monosteth Family will perish?"
Lieutenant Kohler did not deny, "That's right. However, I beg you not to disturb it, not only for your own safety, but also partly because of the creature itself. The count. After receiving the investigation report, Presbyterianism was very interested in this creature, which was highly similar to yet very different from the blood clan, and had issued an order to immediately transport it to the Imperial Capital. Moreover, this order. came from Lord Simore.
Bruch glanced at his deputy. The cunning fellow, using the title of Duke Bruch at this moment to remind him to abide by the order of the vampire clan. Was it the command of Presbyterianism?
Lord, Prince, Duke, Marquess, Earl, Viscount, Baron, Knight, Commoner.
In the blood clan, status represents everything.
It is a symbol of power and wealth, as well as a mark of longevity.
Subordinates must obey superiors, which is an absolute order.
If you betray us, you will become an enemy of the entire vampire clan.
No one can escape punishment.
"I understand." The man in the black robe nodded, taking the human in his arms and leaping onto the dragon's back. The black dragon beat its wings, rearing back, and took to the skies in a veil of snow!
"My lord!" Lieutenant Kohler anxiously looked up at the man on the dragon's back.
"I will send it to the Imperial Capital."
The cold, distant reply was dropped from the faraway sky.
The sun was obscured by the giant dragon's wings, and the warriors on the ground watched the man on the black dragon depart into the gloomy sky.
"The smell just now, could it be the captain's blood?" A team member who was transferred with Bruch murmured softly: "Back when we were on the frontline with the captain, we've seen him get injured. The blood of the Holy Blood Clan is indeed fragrant, but how should I put it? You could say that although its scent tells you it's top-notch, the mind remains calm. But the smell just now was a kind of sweet fragrance that makes one lose their sanity, as if it has an enchanting power, instantly putting one in a predatory state."
"Indeed," Lieutenant Kohler said with a wry smile, looking down at his own nails that had not yet retracted, "that is the blood of that creature, isn't it?"
The crowd couldn't help but watch the direction where the black dragon carrying that creature disappeared.
"Now, the Imperial Capital is going to be in chaos."
