Free Web NovelChapter 902: Chapter 409: Blood Race’s Doomsday (Part 2)
Looking at the chaotic battleground, Ye Qingzhou said to the Night God, "Now that this matter is settled, it’s time for me to return."
He turned to leave, but then stopped in his tracks, glancing back at the ravaged land: "The remaining Blood Race forces are unlikely to give up so easily. To resolve this once and for all, it’s best to eliminate them completely."
"Are you leaving?"
Adeline, standing by the Night God’s side, couldn’t help but ask.
"My sword senses a stronger enemy."
Ye Qingzhou gazed towards a certain spot in the starry sky, having received a gift from the Emperor Slayer, he could now sense the presence of the Void Divine Dynasty: "But before that..."
Suddenly, he formed his fingers into a sword and drew a golden sword mark in the void.
The sword mark rapidly expanded, transforming into a barrier that stretched across the sky.
"I’ll leave a Sword Qi Barrier here to prevent the Void Divine Dynasty’s power from breaching the spacetime rift. The rest, you’ll have to handle on your own."
Before the words had finished, Ye Qingzhou’s figure had already dissipated like smoke, leaving only that sword mark shining brightly in the night sky, like a comma of hope etched upon the land ravaged by war.
The smoke of the Battle of Canaan had yet to dissipate, but top-secret dossiers were already secretly circulating among the parliaments of European countries. When the final page of evidence was laid upon the round table, the faces of all the participants turned ashen.
"Blood-Colored Sanctuary... those damn vampires!"
The foreign minister of Dian Country slammed a fist onto the table, causing the hardwood surface to crack with a sound: "They even dared to invite the Insect Race!"
Morris Star, the Great Wizard of the Illuminati, ran his fingers over the shocking records on the parchment scroll: "The blood moon ritual three hundred years ago, the live sacrifices recorded two hundred years ago... they’ve always been trying to open the spacetime rift, all to summon the so-called ’Crimson Lord’."
Commander Clement of the Falan Holy Mechanical Army sneered, the alchemy eye emitting a dangerous red light: "Now, it’s time they experience what it feels like to be hunted."
Three days later, an unprecedented joint operation commenced simultaneously at dawn.
Every known stronghold of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary and Blood Race nests across the European continent met their day of doom.
The first battleground was the Underground Blood Nest of Wudu.
Gao Wen Pandragon, the leader of the Dian Country Round Table Knight Order, raised the Holy Sword "Oath," the ancient runes on the blade gleaming brilliantly in the dawn light.
Behind him stood three hundred heavily armed Holy Knights, their silver-white armor coated with specially-made Holy Oil.
"For the innocent who have been harmed!"
Gao Wen’s roar echoed through the mist-covered streets: "Charge!"
The Holy Knights surged towards the sewer entrance at Central London, leading into the underground kingdom the Blood Race had operated for centuries. The first knights to rush in immediately encountered an ambush—dozens of Blood Race Warriors sprang from the shadows, their claws capable of tearing through steel.
But this time was different.
"Burn the Holy Oil!"
Gao Wen twisted his sword’s edge, and suddenly the patterns on every knight’s armor lit up. The Holy Oil ignited upon contact with blood, instantly turning the incoming Blood Race members into human torches. Amidst screams, they were reduced to ashes.
Deep within the Underground Blood Nest, Blood Race Prince Dracula Blood Wings realized in horror all escape routes had been sealed.
When Gao Wen’s Holy Sword pierced his heart, the prince who had ruled Wudu’s Dark World for centuries finally understood—humanity had deciphered all their secrets.
The second battleground was the underground sanctuary of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Falan City.
The fleet of flying airships from the Falan Holy Mechanical Army obscured Paris’s morning sky. Commander Clement stood on the flag deck, gazing at the Gothic architecture below, sacred on the surface, yet housing the headquarters of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary underground.
"Alchemy bomb, full launch."
A hundred flying airships simultaneously opened their bomb bays, releasing thousands of silver-crafted alchemy bombs like raindrops.
These specially-made bombs did not explode upon contact with the ground but instead released a mist filled with particles of Holy Silver. The mist infiltrated every crevice underground, and the Blood Race members only needed to inhale a small amount for their blood to begin boiling.
Inside the underground sanctuary, the Blood Race High Priest was performing the final ceremony, attempting to awaken the slumbering "Crimson Chalice."
When the silver mist poured in, hundreds of lower-level Blood Race members instantly turned into pools of blood. The High Priest roared defiantly, forming a Blood Energy Barrier, only to hear mechanical sounds overhead.
Thirty five-meter-tall alchemy golems crashed directly through the ground to descend.
These war machines, forged of Holy Silver, were mounted with rotating Holy Cross Slash Blades. They mercilessly harvested the remaining Blood Race members’ lives, transforming the exquisite Blood-Colored Sanctuary into a slaughterhouse.
The High Priest’s last memory was of the red light emitted from Commander Clement’s alchemy eye, and the alchemy fire gun pressed against his forehead.
The third battleground was the Black Forest Castle within Goman’s territory.
The elite unit from Rapids Castle infiltrated the last fortress of the Blood Race on the European continent, wearing specially-crafted optical camouflage uniforms. Team leader Carl Ironblood gestured, and twelve team members dispersed, installing "Sunlight Bombs" throughout the castle.
These special weapons developed by the Illuminati could simulate ten minutes of midday sunlight upon explosion, sufficient to reduce ordinary Blood Race members to ashes. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"Three, two, one..."
Dazzling white spheres simultaneously exploded throughout the castle. The ornate stained glass vaporized almost instantly, and the Blood Race members hiding in the shadows turned to dust without even managing a scream.
Only the Blood Race Duke in the deepest part of the castle barely resisted with potent Blood Energy, but as soon as he charged out through the castle doors, he was shot through the heart by a sniper who had been waiting with a silver-coated armor-piercing bullet.
The fourth battleground was the Roman Pantheon Ruins.
Thirteen Great Wizards of the Illuminati hovered in mid-air, clad in silver robes known as "Star God Armor," embroidered with flowing galaxy patterns.
These robes allowed them to directly draw Power of the Stars to perform purification techniques that transcended conventional magic.
"Stardust Fall!"
In unison, the Great Wizards chanted, and thirteen exceptionally bright stars appeared in the night sky.
In the next moment, starlight shot down like swords, precisely striking each stone pillar of the Pantheon Ruins. These seemingly solid pillars were, in fact, nodes of a barrier set by the Blood Race, and under the starlight, they disintegrated.
The highest council of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary hidden underneath the ruins was exposed to the moonlight, twelve Blood Race elders raised their heads in horror to see Morris Star, the Great Wizard, with the "Galaxy Spear" forming in his hand.
"For the children you have harmed."
Morris said coldly and threw the long spear made of pure starlight.
Galaxy Spear pierced through the bodies of the twelve elders, and its aftermath vaporized the entire underground sanctuary. Rome witnessed a second dawn that night.
As the cleansing operations on the European continent were underway, the Blood Cathedral in New York Commandery of the Western Pole Kingdom remained brightly lit.
This was the global headquarters of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary, ruled by Duke Morgan, a direct descendant of Cain, the founder of the Blood Race, and chairman of the Golden Council.
A sturdy Blood Energy Barrier enveloped the entire cathedral, rendering outside attacks impotent.
"Foolish humans."
Duke Morgan stood before the stained glass, savoring a cup of virgin’s blood, "Once they’ve killed enough of each other, the night will forever belong to the Blood Race..."
His words were abruptly cut off by a sword intent causing his very soul to tremble, suddenly emanating from the East, spanning the entire Atlantic Ocean, drawing ever nearer.
Ye Qingzhou rode a sword light like a skiff, breaking through clouds at ten thousand meters altitude.
He had originally left Europe, but at the center of the Pacific Ocean sensed the evil fluctuations from the West—that was the accumulated Blood Grudge Qi of thousands of years, only the headquarters of the Blood-Colored Sanctuary could exude such heavy sin.
"It’s time to end this."
A glint of cold flashed in Ye Qingzhou’s eyes. The Infinite Sword, sensing its owner’s will, accelerated suddenly, carving a long white wave across the sea.
When the citizens of New York Commandery looked up, they saw a meteor-like sword light coming from the East, heading straight towards the ominous Blood Cathedral in the city center.
Duke Morgan finally panicked: "Activate all defenses! Awaken the Blood Race Forbidden Guard! Quickly..."
