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Chapter 816: Lanchi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode (Part 1)
Chapter 816: Lanchi's Blood Moon City Hell Mode (Part 1)
At dusk, as the November National Day Festival brought liveliness to the city-state, deep beneath the ground, an ancient city was slowly coming to life.
With some unknown permission, one could traverse the long and dimly lit path, leading straight to the deepest black palace.
"That's strange, where did my credentials go?" a man muttered to himself.
He wore a black leather jacket, and the polished buttons gleamed under the crimson horizon, reflecting the blood-red sky.
Maqiu'er couldn't understand how his credentials case from the Empire's Special Action Department had disappeared without a trace.
After ruling out the possibility of losing it himself, he realized that he might have left his leather jacket in his office, rarely out of sight, and no one but him could enter his office, not even Nikolai.
But now, he didn't have time to ponder this issue; he could only report it missing and apply for a replacement, and he dared not make a fuss about it. Such a work mistake at this critical juncture could be fatal for him.
As the only Seventh-Rank combatant in the Empire's Special Action Department, no one dared to track Maqiu'er easily. He also possessed the best anti-reconnaissance awareness.
Moreover, this underground city, isolated from the world, had mysterious doors within the city hall that allowed people to come and go without anyone noticing.
Maqiu'er strolled towards the end of the underground city-state. A majestic castle, built with natural obsidian, stood silently in the darkness, its outer walls adorned with cold, silver trim and sparkling red crystal ornaments, reflecting mesmerizing light patterns in the faint illumination.
The crimson blood moon, hanging high above the dark dome, bathed the city in its pure moonlight. The carefully constructed city, made of dark stone, was veiled in layers of hazy red, as if one were walking through a mysterious and eerie dream.
Maqiu'er walked through the corridors and pushed open a giant door carved with the Blood Moon Prosperous Era Seal.
Before him, a grand hall-style palace revealed itself in all its splendor.
Maqiu'er bowed respectfully.
In front of the vampires, he was well aware of his insignificance and humility, daring not to glance around without permission, and could only silently await the response of the vampire ancestor.
He waited for a long time but received no orders.
Apparently, he had arrived too early, and the vampire ancestors who had summoned him hadn't arrived yet.
Only then did Maqiu'er slowly raise his head.
Above the towering dome, a black iron chandelier hung from cold iron chains, and on both sides of the long table in the grand hall, thirteen high-backed chairs, like thrones, were empty.
Suddenly, Maqiu'er seemed to sense something and turned his gaze towards the shadowed corner of the hall.
Someone had arrived even earlier than him—
The tall figure stood like a statue in the darkness, and his coat seemed to flutter in the rising wind, making it difficult to discern his silhouette in the pitch-black surroundings.
In the darkness, only his deep purple eyes stood out with exceptional clarity.
"Major McRae, what are you doing here?" Maqiu'er asked, recognizing the man's identity from the outline of his sunglasses beneath his sharp purple eyes.
The capital's garrison headquarters had two brigades of military police: the First Brigade and the Second Brigade.
Last month, when the Brillada Magic Engine malfunctioned, the Second Brigade, responsible for the capital's outskirts, was dispatched.
The First Brigade, on the other hand, was in charge of maintaining order within the capital's inner ring.
Major McRae was the commander of the First Brigade.
"..."
The man simply crossed his arms and remained silent.
"How cold," Maqiu'er remarked, not intending to engage in further conversation.
Even in the capital, he didn't get along well with the commander of the First Brigade of the garrison's military police.
This guy always wore sunglasses, giving off an arrogant air.
Although they both held the rank of colonel, the Special Action Department, as a special forces unit, had more authority than the regular military police brigade of the garrison headquarters. However, Major McRae seemed unaware of this.
Just then, the sound of dripping water echoed through the grand hall, an unexpected noise.
Deep within the palace, a faint green glow appeared.
On the lifeless ground, a tender green sprout emerged, growing at a visible pace. Vines twisted and coiled like snakes, and leaves rustled in the wind.
In an instant, a human-height tree shot up, lush with branches and leaves.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the trunk, and a graceful figure slowly emerged, like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon.
Her skin was as white as snow, and her pale golden hair cascaded down to her waist.
With long eyelashes, her eyes, opening slowly, were like fresh spring leaves or deep pools of water, clear and bright with a faint glow.
She wore a plain white dress adorned with intricate green patterns, resembling intertwining vines.
With white feet in wooden clogs, she gracefully descended from the tree trunk and strolled through the palace like a gentle breeze.
A faint, refreshing floral scent surrounded her, and the air was filled with a spring-like ambiance.
"My apologies, this is my precious Holy Son, and he's just like this. Please forgive his rudeness, Captain Maqiu'er," said the green-eyed, light-haired woman who appeared in the palace.
This made Maqiu'er shudder.
Instinctively, he didn't want to meet her gaze.
Withered Bishop Nedochika, skilled in wood and mental attributes, was a mysterious and manipulative woman who enjoyed toying with the hearts of the powerful. She had caused the downfall of many brave generals and wise ministers through seduction and slander, bringing the nation to the brink of collapse.
It was expected that she would find a Holy Son or Holy Daughter with equally nefarious abilities.
Unexpectedly, she chose a Holy Son whose most outstanding trait was his exceptional combat prowess.
"Captain Maqiu'er, why aren't you responding to me?" Withered Bishop Nedochika asked again.
Her innocent and pure smile held a hint of naivety, but her eyes exuded a seductive charm that sent chills down one's spine.
She wandered around the palace, her slender white fingers gently caressing the walls, leaving a trail of delicate flowers in bloom, and green vines cascading like waterfalls.
In an instant, the air became fresher, but this unnatural power made Maqiu'er feel an indescribable sense of mana, as if experiencing the authority of a creator.
"Bishop Nedochika is just joking," Maqiu'er apologized with a light cough.
Withered Bishop Nedochika appeared to be a kind and beautiful woman, but believing her without question would undoubtedly lead to an unknown and terrible death.
"Don't be so uptight..."
As Nedochika was about to say something, her gaze slowly shifted towards the entrance of the grand hall.
In the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a dark green scholar's robe, wore a top hat, and his hair and mustache were neatly groomed, giving him an elegant appearance. He seemed to have never experienced combat, but his heavy eyebrows added a touch of sinister charm.
The dim light in his hand cast long shadows on the man and his surroundings.
The middle-aged man had already opened the black iron door of the council chamber and entered alone, without anyone noticing.
"Famer, you were summoned today too?"
The Withered Bishop, Nedochka, recognized the Rotten Bishop and asked in confusion.
Although their Withered and Rotten branches were both allies of the Blood Clan, they usually did not have important matters that required all their top combat forces to be gathered together.
"Of course, I was summoned by Heritier."
The Rotten Bishop, Famer, nodded.
Even though he had just arrived, he could tell that Captain Marquell was nervous, surrounded by the two Cardinal Bishops.
It seemed that Captain Marquell's master, the Blood Clan progenitor, had not yet arrived, and he was wary of these notorious Cardinal Bishops.
"Alright, Nedochka, you're scaring him. We Cardinal Bishops have a terrible reputation in the Southern Continent, so we should be aware of that."
The Rotten Bishop, Famer, tried to defuse the tension by putting down his box and speaking.
He was known for being cruel and had conducted many biochemical experiments that resulted in deaths.
But Nedochka was truly a calamitous beauty.
"Really, I haven't done anything bad. I just played a little, and now everything is blamed on me... Isn't that right, Saint?"
Nedochka raised her hand and looked at her beautiful nails, complaining softly.
"I can't comment on you, but one day I'll have you arrested."
The Withered Saint did not agree with her, instead taking a firm stance against her.
"Haha, you are indeed my greatest amusement. I'm looking forward to that day, and if you have the ability, then catch me."
Nedochka was not angry; instead, she covered her mouth and laughed playfully.
"As for you, Famer, you should be more discreet with your hobbies in the imperial capital. The Imperial Special Operations Division almost caught you."
She then turned to advise Famer.
"There are serial killings everywhere. Is it rare in the Empire to kill a family of three and turn them into a family portrait statue?"
The Rotten Bishop, Famer, asked nonchalantly.
Before they could continue their conversation, another voice interrupted them.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Bishops."
Two figures entered the spacious council chamber as these words echoed within.
Leading them was the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Heritier.
She walked straight towards the seventh high-backed chair beside the council table.
The other figure sat in the high-backed chair diagonally opposite her, relaxed and at ease.
Heritier's eyes remained tightly shut, as if she were constantly gazing through the layers of the dome, perceiving the patterns woven by the dazzling stars in the night sky.
"We've all just arrived."
The Withered Bishop, Nedochka, spread her hands in a casual gesture.
"First, Marquell, tell us about the intelligence from the Imperial Special Operations Division."
The Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Heritier, spoke in a calm and ethereal tone.
She did not mind sharing the Empire's recent situation with the two allied Cardinal Bishops.
"No problem."
Marquell replied promptly.
"Violet has returned to the capital, Brillada, but she hasn't noticed anything unusual about Princess Alexi's controlled freedom. She is still wholeheartedly preparing for the Moon God Festival in the middle of the month."
Marquell proceeded to report the latest updates.
His previous instruction was to keep the Sixth War God, Violet, away from Brillada for as long as possible.
The Blood Clan had secretly manipulated the situation, creating the illusion of the remains of the ancient God-Beast, the King of Bones, appearing in the Empire. The discovered ruins were extremely dangerous, requiring powerful protection for the Empire's exploration team and the archaeologists from Saint Kreithian Monastery.
In the end, Violet personally went to the nearby Lake St. Bergun in Botswana Province. She could freeze the entire lake surface near the exploration caves.
If fighting underwater or on the water, Violet would have an absolute advantage.
Apart from her, only the First War God, Hestinos, could ensure success, but as the Supreme Commander, Hestinos could not personally take action.
Therefore, the Sixth War God, Violet, became the best choice.
During this period, the Blood Clan had achieved many of their goals in Brillada.
For example, they further controlled the royalty and transported a progenitor from abroad back into the imperial capital, assassinating many targets they wanted to eliminate).
"Excellent, during her absence, we have basically achieved all our goals."
The Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Heritier, nodded in agreement.
Although there were a few things they had not accomplished, including failing to kill the wolf witch with the Eye of Judgment, it was within the acceptable margin of error.
If they failed to kill her once, it would become more difficult to do so in the future. Not only would Violet protect her, but even the old Dax might notice her.
The hounds under Duke Dax in the Imperial Special Operations Division had strong investigative capabilities, almost catching the Rotten Bishop for excessive greed.
Even Marquell was hesitant to assist the Rotten Bishop, as the risk of making small moves within the Imperial Special Operations Division was very high. With large-scale infiltration, they would definitely be discovered by Dax. Currently, the Blood Clan only had Marquell as a true defector within the Imperial Special Operations Division, ensuring he would not be implicated by other members.
Aside from the troublesome agents in the Imperial Special Operations Division, there was an even more significant reason—Duke Dax was one of the Empire's most secretive and powerful individuals.
He was difficult to assassinate or control, had few weaknesses, and his position and insight within the Empire meant that if he was not thoroughly controlled, he would cause a catastrophe.
"Thanks to your plan, our assassination attempts not only went unnoticed by the Empire, but they were also pinned on the Silver Moon Reform Society."
Captain Marquell flattered her respectfully.
Last month, the Silver Moon Reform Society's assassinations of nobles became more rampant. Although they sometimes helped eliminate political enemies, they also killed members that the Blood Clan wanted to control.
Maintaining a certain level of conflict within the Creedentia Empire was beneficial for the Blood Clan.
However, allowing the Silver Moon Reform Society, a terrifying organization, to continue killing indiscriminately would aggravate the nobles and the masses to an uncontrollable extent. Even if the Blood Clan controlled the Creedentia Empire, it would be full of troubles, and they would have to clean up the mess left by the Silver Moon Reform Society.
Even Marquis Heritier could not divine the identities of the nine dignitaries of this organization, as they had no contact with each other, and there were few causal links among the core members, making divination impossible.
Even if they found a Venerable, it would be difficult to use that Venerable to eliminate the others.
So it was extremely difficult to deal with.
However, later, Marquis Hellitier gave a poisonous strategy, which Marquis Maquail was to execute—
If the Silver Moon Reform Society wanted to kill, then they would help the Silver Moon Reform Society to kill.
(End of Chapter)
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