“Miss Setra!”
The instant the explosion rang out, the first to react was not the Demon Clan soldiers on sentry duty, but General Setra, who had always been acutely sensitive to the power of the Light Envoy.
Her dashing red hair gave her a striking appearance amid any crowd. The long skirt preserved her elegant posture and slender figure while offering a touch of warmth—though even with stockings and boots, it couldn’t fully conceal her fair thighs from the open air.
“Everyone, resist with all your strength! Intelligence officers, contact the city immediately—evacuate the civilians and request reinforcements!”
“Got it!”
“Roger that!”
She shoved open the door and strode out of the room. With a leap, she unfurled the two frail-looking, gossamer-thin wings draped across her back and soared effortlessly a hundred meters into the sky.
Gazing at the mushroom cloud billowing in the distance, she prayed no one had passed through the area while murmuring in dismay:
“Has the Light Envoy’s power gone chaotic and detonated? Could it be clashing with the Domain… Damn it…”
The lush forest crumbled beneath the escalating gale, as if flattened by an invisible bulldozer. Beyond the blast’s shockwave loomed a barrier of hurricane-force winds, scouring everything in its path to rubble.
Suddenly, the Demon Clan army—clad in light armor and beating their wings—plummeted from the sky onto the battlefield. They touched down to steady themselves, reformed their ranks, then thrust out their hands. Magic power coalesced as they unleashed spells in a riot of colors, attack waves surging forward like moths to a flame. Yet they did nothing to blunt the explosion’s shockwave.
“Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!”
The hurricane whipped up clouds of dust, blinding everyone once more. The clustered Demon Clan soldiers, seeing their assaults prove futile, began to panic.
Setra swiftly descended, alighting on the roof of the camp’s wooden hut to keep from being hurled away by the merciless winds.
“What now, Setra? We’re done for in this hellhole!”
A silver-haired loli with bat wings cried out at the top of her lungs. She clutched a teetering pillar of the camp’s little wooden hut, her white-stockinged legs—peeking from beneath her short skirt—hooked desperately around it to stop her tiny frame from being swept aloft with the uprooted trees.
All at once, a tree hurtled toward the red-haired girl Setra, roots and all, borne on the hurricane’s fury. She drew her sword with a casual flick and cleaved it neatly in two. Meanwhile, the Demon Clan army ahead launched their second volley, to no avail. Helpless, they watched the shockwave devour everything in its path—shattering the walls behind them and slaughtering the civilians who hadn’t escaped in time, long before any reinforcements could arrive.
The Evil Dragon Domain’s coverage unfolded in two phases.
First came the initial sweep, like defusing mines: it detected every lingering trace of the Light Envoy’s power.
But it merely suppressed the Light Envoy to a degree—it wouldn’t trigger an explosion until the coverage was complete…
Thus, this was unmistakably a premeditated ambush, a trap with no room for doubt: a time bomb long since planted.
With the hurricane poised to obliterate her and her comrades first, Setra’s delicate brows furrowed. She dashed to the front line amid the soldiers and plunged her two sheathed swords from her waist into the earth to anchor herself.
Then, over the roaring winds, she bellowed at the top of her lungs:
“All troops, retreat!!”
Setra understood now—only one option remained.
These soldiers were little more than Mortal Tier Layer Six cultivators at best; squad leaders might reach Layer Eight or Early Soul Tier. Holding out against this catastrophe was impossible for them.
Only she, at Soul Tier Layer Four, and her deputy general at the same rank could possibly devise a way out…
“Sophia, get over here!!! I know you can hear me!!”
The soldiers didn’t retreat.
Perhaps her divine command had been utterly drowned by the howling gale.
But this vampire was different. Her cultivation and talent marked her for marshal’s rank in the future, and her Blood Clan physique ensured she could hear…
“Huh?”
The girl called Sophia pretended to cup her ear, only to snap back to reality when a tree trunk came flying courtesy of Setra—nearly swatting her from the sky.
“Aren’t you the one aiming to be Blood Clan Queen? Get over here!”
“How am I supposed to be queen if I’m dead? Are you an idiot?”
“Hurry up—I’ve got a plan!”
“Plan my foot—I’m outta here!!”
“Desertion in the face of the enemy: five hundred years in prison!”
“……Fine…”
Under Setra’s repeated threats, the Blood Clan young lady finally cast aside her fear. She transformed into a cloud of blood mist and drifted to Setra’s side. However, unlike her usual habit of belittling her, the general turned sideways, tugged open her collar to bare half her fragrant shoulder, and exposed that irresistibly tempting neck to the young lady. With utmost seriousness, she said:
“Suck me… No, hurry up and drink.”
“Huh?”
“Drink when I tell you to. Don’t dawdle.”
“But you…”
Sophia froze for a moment. Surprise on her face gave way to worry and concern, flickering in her scarlet pupils.
“Don’t overthink it. It’s not the first time… A little anemia won’t kill me!”
“Okay…”
Sophia stepped forward. The hand that had been holding down her skirt now wrapped around the general’s body to steady her. She bared her sharp fangs and gently sank them into the fair skin. Her pretty cherry lips sealed over the spot as she suckled in small mouthfuls.
“Sophia, you idiot,” Setra murmured. Her body swayed slightly, and her face paled. Clutching the sword buried deep in the ground, she complained, “Can’t you stop secreting that sleep agent? I’m about to nod off.”
“It’s hard to control!”
Once she had finished drinking, high-energy blood mist coiled around Sophia’s body. Setra’s unique blood had pushed her into an enhanced state.
But just as Sophia prepared to fly toward the shockwave, Setra suddenly dropped to her knees. Sophia had no choice but to loop back and cradle the general in her arms.
Setra half-opened her eyes and gazed at Sophia with a hint of reproach.
“Sophia, go now. It’s all on you… I… hah.”
“I don’t want you to die…”
“I won’t… But if you don’t go and I really die, I won’t let you off the hook.”
“You idiot!! Aaaah!”
Sophia frantically ruffled her silver-white hair. Setra’s selfless act seemed to torment the Blood Clan loli deeply.
Right now, all she wanted was to scoop up this fool and fly away to safety. What did swearing to protect commoners’ lives even mean to the Demon Race?
Dark Filth embodied evil, born from chaos. Yet that didn’t mean they couldn’t possess noble qualities. If anything, such wild and unrestrained temperaments were the true hallmark of Dark Filth.
“Go now… Time’s running out. Don’t run, or… I mean it.”
“Idiot, idiot, idiot!!”
Thanks to the powerhouse’s blood surging through her veins, Sophia’s strength now rivaled the Demon King’s. She had temporarily reached Soul Tier Layer 6—far surpassing two foes at Soul Tier Layer 4.
With that, Sophia conjured four layers of blood shields around the spot to shield Setra from the hurricane. Only then did she turn and fly off. But the hurricane was the least of their worries. Without swift treatment, Setra’s reckless stunt could derail her future, leaving her a hopeless cripple. In the worst case, it might even claim her life.
“If you really can’t hold on, I could always turn you into a vassal.”
Sophia grumbled softly, her cheeks flushing crimson as her mind filled with steamy, heart-pounding visions.
“Hmph, you little miss who loves acting like my blood bag—now witness the power of a Vampire True Ancestor!”
