I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 154: The Political Arrogance of Roaches

Arc 3, Chapter 154 — The Political Arrogance of Roaches

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They say life has more meaning with shadows in it.

There was a distinguished rhythmic spiral of chopper blades echoing through the air. One look into the chopper’s interior cabin was topnotch, and anyone could see it resembled that of some luxurious Private Jet.

In the cabin, a man sat in silence. His elegant black uniform, tailored to perfection, bore crimson stripes along its edges, accentuating his commanding presence. It looked more like a suit than a uniform.

Henry Lamperouge—that was his name.

With his chin resting on his hand, the polished leather of his gloves caught the light inside the cabin as the man gazed out at the sprawling city below.

—Rovitphis.

Its ancient architecture whispered tales of history, each cobblestone and ancient roof tile glimmering beautifully underneath the sun.

It was such a charming little city. Yet Henry’s expression showed no awe, only a sly smile that hinted at something far more calculating.

Soon, the pilot announced their descent, but Henry didn’t move. He didn’t even bother tucking his seatbelt. Below the chopper was a grand estate.

As the chopper touched down on the estate’s helipad on a strip of lawn, the atmosphere changed. The guards assembled to greet the visitors, all stiffened instinctively with eyes betraying unease.

Henry stepped out of the chopper with unhurried steps. He offered no acknowledgment to guards beyond a fleeting glance that seemed to pierce right through them.

With walking legs, one of them steps forward, stumbling on his words. "This... This way, sir..."

Henry followed without a word, his presence alone enough to silence any attempt at small talk.

Walking past the vast outdoors, Henry was soon led into the estate—an open labyrinth of opulence with marble floors that gleamed like mirrors. Yet none of it seemed to impress him.

Finally, they reached an enormous terrace overlooking the sprawling gardens below. They were on the 3rd floor.

Hmph! Many scoffed, despite their flinching movements.

The gathering was filled with the newly appointed President of Rovitphis, his ministers and influential figures from the country of Rovitphis.

They murmured conversations laced with disdain and annoyance, prior to Henry’s arrival. However, one glimpse of his silhouette quieted them down.

’What an imposing aura!’

Henry stepped onto the terrace with a casual air of absolute authority, his shoes echoing ominously against the floors. He took his sweet time talking his seat: no rush, no impatience.

"Gentlemen," he began in a voice that carried a dangerous undertone, sweeping his eyes at the men at the table. "Ladies." He inclined his head towards the women. "It is my understanding that you’ve withdrawn from the Church’s sanctuary... Care to explain?"

"This..."

Mr. President, who was typically bold in nature, found he was really frightened by just one glance from Henry. The ministers exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes urging Mr. President to speak up.

"That... that is correct." Mr. President agreed after secretly pinching himself for courage. "Don’t... don’t we have the right to pull out? The church has bled our great nation for decades under the guise of protection... from what again? Vampires? Fairytales?"

Seeing Mr. President regain his former confidence, gave the other ministers strength as well. "President Glandol is right! Our predecessors were fools—fools squandering fortunes on this scam your church cooked up for them."

When they first took power, they asked why so much money was allocated to the church over the year/. And their predecessors only told them wacked up stories of the country needing protection.

This was just too insane!

What day and age was this? What century were they in? Do you think this was the ancient times when one might even believe electricity to be some divine work? The next thing they’ll say is that Bigfoot exists.

Please! They would rather believe the sun is black than believe that unholy, immortal creatures like vampires actually exist.

I mean... who are you selling this handmaid’s tale to?

As they say: seeing is believing. They didn’t see a godman thing, nor have they ever heard of anyone getting killed from vampiric attacks.

So in conclusion, it was all one big SCAM.

No one here was a child. It was clear that their predecessors and the church were all into embezzlement of funds!

If it was just one or 2 people, then they would be able to look them up. But since everyone was in on it, they decided to bury this matter and sweep it under the carpet. However, they won’t be so foolish as to keep such blatant embezzlement going on.

.....

Hmph!

"Sir Henry..." President Glandol began, confidence radiating from his figure. "Because of the mess we inherited from our predecessors, we’ve decided to cut ties with the CHURCH."

"Oh?" The corner’s of Henry’s lips curled faintly. "In other words, you don’t believe in vampires, no?"

~BANG!

A female minister slammed her fist on the table ruthlessly. "Mr. Henry, even when caught lying, you still dare to quibble?"

"Superstition has no place in modern governance. What’s next, sacrificial offerings of virgins?"

"That’s right, we are practical people dealing with practical problems."

Many ministers bristled with condescension. Henry allowed them to speak out their thoughts, his smile growing broader and broader by the second.

"Practical men, aye?"

Fufufufufufu~

Henry’s crackle was eerie with undeniable menace. "It’s cute... just how silly you think practicality will save you when the darkness comes knocking."

"Hmph! You’re still quibbling even when caught." President Glandol scoffed. "It’s a shame... a shame that many great nations have been tricked by the likes of you and your worthless church! Well, I President Glandol, will tell you right to your face, that you don’t need to—"

Just then, static crackled through the walkie talkies of one the guards standing a distance from them, around the Terrace. These guards were the top lead security personnel in the estate. They were here protecting the president and the many important ministers and political figures.

[Sir! Sir! There’s... there’s something in the kitchens!] The voice barked.

"What do you mean ’something’?" The lead guard questioned, with the Walkie talkie close to his lips.

[I don’t know—it looks like... it’s... it’s killing people!]

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang~

Gunfires bellowed faintly through the transmission, followed by the frantic screams of many.

[What?!!! Sirs! Our weapons aren’t working! Help us, sir! Help–]

[AHHHH!!!!... Monsters! Monsters!]

[Shoot now, you bloody wankers! Shoot! Shoot!]

[Dammit. They’re too fast! We can’t—]

ZZZzz-Chhhh.

The line went dead. And now, several people were blinking excessively.

Monsters?... Everyone on the terrace had looks of disbelief. This must be some kind of joke, right?

Well, whatever it is, they have to leave now, with a chopper! Everyone was quick to their feet, only to hear the sad news that their choppers had been compromised.

Just then, they heard another stream of screams that pierced through the air, somewhere down below.

What? The group rushed to the edge of the terrace and pampered down into the chaos. In under a second, their blood turned cold, realizing the term Monster wasn’t just for show.

The estate grounds were overrun with creatures—inhuman figures moving with terrifying speeds and ferocity that tore through their guard like paper dolls.

Theory saw it... They saw it...

"Vampires?..." One Minister whispered hoarsely.

"They’re... They’re real?"

Who am I? Where am I? What am I?

Bang!

Everyone slumped to the grounds, pale with fear and having no strength to walk. But this was just the beginning.

Still, a certain somebody was enjoying the show quite well.

It was incredulous that despite the chaos going on around them, they could still hear the faint but distinctive tapping of Henry’s fingers drumming rhythmically against his crossed leg.

"You get it now, don’t you?..." Henry grinned. "The Church is there to [protect your little pathetic nation. And now that you’ve pulled out, I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do for you."

Pausing, Henry took a sip of tea unhurriedly. "The modern man and their practicality.... Those were your outtakes on the situation, right?"

Heh-heh-heh~

Hendry chuckled darkly. "Ladies... gentlemen... forgive me for being forward, but I would love to see just how long it would take for you to survive on just your measly Practicality."

Grahhhh~

As if on cue, the ghoulish howls bellowed from all corners.

Survive? Them? On practicality?

Come on!

Didn’t you hear the guards from the Walkie Talkies mention that all the bullets fired were wasted on these creatures?

So what now? What now?

Fear instantly choked the group of political figures as they began seeing their whole lives flash before their very eyes.

"No! No... No! You get away from me!"

"You... I watched you die!... You... you .. Ahhhh!~

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!~

Bullets trained like water, spraying in all corners. The wielders felt the color drain from their lips as the bullets landed their marks on the Ghouls. However, that’s not what made their faces pale.

Mommy! These vampires were regenerating, smirking viciously as they plunged towards their prey.

It’s over... it’s over...

Help! Help! What should they do now?