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Faced with an entire squad of pure-blood clan warriors, the attacker quickly found themselves at a disadvantage. But they weren't alone.
Boom!
A dazzling red firelight erupted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building. The intense heat made the vampire warriors inside uneasy. Their heads snapped toward the source of the glow, their faces illuminated by the fiery red light.
Suddenly, the glass on the entire first floor shattered.
A blazing flame transformed into a dragon, raging through the air with divine ferocity. Even the enhanced reflexes of the pure-blood warriors weren't fast enough to respond. All they could do was watch in horror as the fiery serpent wound through the air, scorching everything in its path. The heat, the pain—it was unbearable. Screams echoed through the hall before the warriors were consumed in a cloud of sparks, leaving nothing but ash behind.
The fiery dragon left a trail of devastation, beautiful yet deadly. In mere moments, the entire first floor was swept clean. All that remained were piles of ash and discarded weapons.
Blade, who had been hiding behind a column, stepped out as the fire dragon dissipated. Amid the fading embers, Sergei's tall figure emerged, holding a cross sword.
"Well done," Blade said flatly, though his face betrayed his astonishment. He finally understood how Sergei had wiped out the vampires in the Century Building so quickly.
This method of fighting—it was unlike anything Blade had ever seen.
Luckily, Sergei was on their side.
Whoosh!
A breeze swept by, and suddenly a figure appeared before them like a ghost. It was Pietro.
"How's it looking upstairs?" Blade asked, walking over.
Pietro shook his head. "Nothing. You've killed all the remaining fighters in the building."
Blade frowned, immediately sensing something was wrong.
"Did they know we were coming?"
"Probably not," Sergei replied, shaking his head. "I think something must have made them leave suddenly."
Behind Blade's sunglasses, his eyes shifted as he processed the subtext. "Tonight's the night they summon the Blood God," he muttered.
"That's the only explanation," Sergei agreed. "If they're going to summon the Blood God, what do you think they need?"
"An altar and offerings," Pietro replied confidently.
"Now it's getting interesting," Sergei said, rubbing his hair. He wasn't too concerned about not finding anyone. He almost wished more enemies had been left alive to test their strength.
"Damn it!" Blade cursed, his anger flaring. He didn't know exactly what the Blood God was, but if it was recorded in the vampire's ancient Book of Death and the pure-blood clan valued it so highly, then it was bound to be something dangerous.
Pietro, however, seemed indifferent. He shrugged, thinking that if they couldn't stop the ritual, they could always handle the Blood God afterward. He even joked about bringing Wanda along to help. His attitude was more casual, as if he was just looking to join the spectacle, curious about what this legendary Blood God might be like. He figured it'd be a good story to tell the little ones back home, while also dispelling their fantasies of elegant, romantic vampires.
Sergei's motivations were more serious. His main objective was the Blood God's blood. He could wait for the summoning, but first, they needed to find where the ceremony was taking place. He frowned, deep in thought.
"If they've moved to another location for the summoning," Sergei began, "why didn't they take the guards from this building with them? And why were so many left behind?"
"Every one of these vampire warriors is pure-blooded and heavily armed," Blade added, now realizing something was off. He glanced at Sergei, who nodded in agreement.
"Exactly. So the altar must be in this building."
"Not on the upper floors," Pietro said immediately. With his speed, he had already checked the entire building and found nothing resembling an altar.
"If not above..." Sergei crouched down, placing a hand on the smooth marble floor. He closed his eyes, much to Blade's confusion.
Weng!
From Sergei's perspective, the world around him shifted to shades of gray and white. Like infrasound waves, the light pulsed through the floor, spreading downward. He could sense a vast space deep beneath the surface, though something was blocking his powers from fully detecting it.
He opened his eyes and stood, looking at Blade and Pietro. "About a hundred meters below. There's some kind of force blocking my sight."
Blade didn't fully understand what Sergei had seen, but he grasped the meaning: the altar was hidden deep underground.
Blade's sharp eyes scanned the area from beneath his sunglasses. Spotting an elevator nearby, he raised his chin and said, "Maybe they went down through the elevator."
The trio approached the elevator, noticing that in addition to the upper floors, there was a button specifically for going down.
Pietro hummed but remained unfazed. "Before they summon the Blood God, the system should be locked down. Unless authorized, the elevator won't work."
"Let's keep it simple." Sergei turned to Blade with a grin. "You ready?"
Blade gave a cold, nonverbal acknowledgment. Sergei chuckled, then, with a swift motion, slashed at the thick floor of the elevator with his cross sword. Sparks flew, and the floor was cut clean through.
Bang!
The three of them, along with the metal plate, plummeted towards the deep underground like meteorites. A 100-meter drop meant little to superhumans like them, and they descended rapidly. As the end of their fall approached, Blade drew the long sword from his back, driving it into the rock wall beside him.
Zhi! Zhi! Zhi!
The blade screeched against the rock, sending sparks flying and leaving a long mark as his fall slowed. Meanwhile, Sergei and Pietro continued their freefall, crashing into the metal floor below with a thunderous bang, leaving two large dents where they landed.