I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 166: Enemies Alike

Arc 3, Chapter 166 — Enemies Alike

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The winds were quite odd today.

They blew with an eerily calm, like the surface of water before a storm.

Many passersby on the streets tugged on the collars of their trench coats in confusion.

A chill settled within the narrow if their bones, one they couldn’t quite put their fingers on.

There was no rain, nor heavy sunlight—just a dull setup that left unease in their guts.

They didn’t know why, but their feet moved faster than usual.

Gringia—The city of Excellence.

Such a fine city, laid out with modern architecture that makes a farm boy marvel.

Towering skyscrapers, stunning parks, technology everywhere one looked... The city had it all.

But one must never forget wherever there’s Light... Darkness is never too far behind.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star... How I wonder what you are.~"

"Up above the world so high, like a Blood Moon in the sky~"

In a dark alleyway, distorted melodies rang out as a devilishly handsome being strode from the darkness with white gloves stained with blood.

What a good-looking man!

His Blonde hair was styled in a loose tousled of waves that pranced slightly with every step he took.

His face looked to be chiseled by the Gods themselves, and his entire attire was effortlessly classy against the backdrop of the dark rigid alleyway.

My, my, my~

The stranger was in a good mood.

Locking his lips, he felt an orgasmic ecstasy that gave him the urge to scream in bountiful glee... And far behind him in a distance corner, was a corpse that was sucked dry and thrown in a dumpster.

Already dried out, it was a fact that this corpse would soon awaken any second from now.

With Luminous crimson eyes, the stunning figure unhurriedly walked towards the alleyways and—the path connecting it to another main street.

But just then, the figure paused in his tracks.

Who?

Din, din, din~

An equally injured stream of footsteps could be heard in front of him.

Soon, another equally striking figure appeared from the main street, walking into the dark alleyway towards the man.

"Well now..." The stranger began. "It seems that tonight, vermin have come out to play."

"Oh? Vermin, is it?" The blond haired vampire grinned unnaturally. "Pray tell, you wouldn’t be talking about yourselves now, would you?"

The Blond haired vampire, although not showing it, was a little nervous when faced with the slightly familiar being that stood before him.

Sultan!!!

That was the traitors name. A vampire who joined the humans to fight against his own kind!

Heh.

Sultan stood majestically, with his Lieutenant-uniform in the style of a suit and long trench coat, were now dangling in the wind in a dangerous flare.

Sultan wore thick black glasses, and a hat to mask the sun’s rays from his polished pale but breathtaking face.

It’s true that at his power level, the sun did little to nothing to him. But this didn’t mean he would still like its rays to touch him directly.

"Oh?" Sultan began. "A puny little Baron, now has the guts to speak to me? My, my, my... how the times have changed."

Suddenly, Sultan raised a hand and the blond haired vampire felt raw agony tearing into every fiber of his being.

Grahhhh~

He yelled out in a vampire hiss that forced his fangs to shoot out and elongate unnaturally. "Come now, little rabbit. Don’t make a scene and draw the attention of these mindless sheep."

The sheep Sultan was referring to were the passersby who had no clue there was a heated vampire conformation going on.

Sultan stuffed the guy’s mouth with a ball of blood, letting him choke on his own blood.

"What I hate doing the most, is repeating myself." Sultan spoke, his feet slowly advancing towards the Baron who was pinned and suspended in the air as though he was undergoing crucifixion.

It hurt like Hell!

The blond vampire felt his spine and ribs cracking and sharing from within, forcibly growing and twisting towards his heart.

Everyone knows that no matter how powerful a vampire is, if you destroy all of its hearts, it will turn into ashes just like that.

’Bastard!’

The blond vampire could feel its bones curling and piercing into one of its hearts. It had 2 hearts... And should both hurt die, it will be game over for it.

Coming face to face with the agonized vampire, Sultan smirked dangerously.

"Now that you know I hate repeating myself, I’m only going to ask once...Where are your little friends hiding?"

...

5 hours later, Sultan was done with his mission.

Not only did he track down the Baron of Wynter, but he also got vital information the Organization wanted.

The Baron of Wynter wasn’t per say a very important Vampire. It’s just that he happened to be in a faction with another powerful Duke, a Duke who carried an artifact they were looking for.

The plan of retrieval had to start with the Baron of Wynter. Sultan and 2 of his coteries, had worked together to eliminate Wynter, as well as track the location of the Duke’s secret lair.

There, they eradicated a whole lot of vampires before retrieving the artifact.

As expected, the Intelligence report from Department 1 was right.

The Duke wasn’t around, and should. Probably be somewhere across the Blood Line. After all, he was last spotted in the Blood Line, so they were sure this was the right time to strike.

After getting what they needed, it was time to return to the Order of the Scarlet Cross. But...

Sultan frowned. ’I don’t like this feeling...’

Staring at the strange circular fidget artifact with zig-zag edges and strange markings carved on it, he felt this retrieval was particularly easier than he expected... perhaps too easy.

With his eyes dropping, his Coteries couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Soon—

"It’s done. Time to head back home."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the group left the city. And on their way back, Sultan suddenly thought of a certain youthful face he hadn’t seen in a while.

Fufufufufu~

He chuckled dangerously, his expression more relaxed than before.

’Levon Belmont, my dear... dearly beloved pupil.... you better pray that you passed the Phase 1 competitions, or I will be the Death of you.’

Levon didn’t know it, but some people had already planned the worst for him should he fail.

One of them was Sultan, and another was Gaara.

However, there was one more person who had interest in Levon’s life.