Yuqiongyin

After that, Sylvaria signed an agreement on behalf of the vampires with other races, and the conflicts between the vampires and the blood hunters were greatly reduced, but there were still vampires missing and their bodies could not be found.

Sylvarea went to the human world as a duke returning from abroad, and some members of Eskarot's family followed her to the manor, including El and Morriga.

She is keen on organizing rose gardening, and grand flower shows and art collections also attract many people, and her subordinates can also learn about the news among human nobles.

That night, at the border between the vampires and humans, Sylvaria, who had received accurate information, traveled through this silent territory.

"Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo-" Several crows stared at her, their calls sounding a little sad.

She flew all the way to an abandoned place, and landed silently on a dead tree in front of the door, looking around.

"Crack--" It was the sound of feet stepping on dead branches. Several people in black clothes walked over, and Sylvalia hurriedly hid herself.

There was silence all around, and their conversation came clearly to her ears.

"We actually caught two more vampires today. It looks like the experiment can continue. There is hope again!" The blond man smiled brightly, but his words were frightening.

The dark-skinned man at the side said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's just a low-level vampire. It will die after a few experiments."

"Bill, now that we are bound by the agreement, the blood clan is no longer as powerful and free as they were in the past. It is not easy to find so many vampires. We should be content." The leading woman glared at the dark-skinned man, her tone as cold as ice.

"Ah, I never thought that the vampires would be so obedient to the new vampire king. If we can't catch vampires again, the experiment won't be able to continue!"

"Okay, stop talking. Jeff will find a way. I believe him!"

"Yes."

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Watching those people walk into the ruins, Sylvaria knew that her guess was correct. There was another world under this abandoned place, which might be their lair.

Sylva Ria restrained her aura and sneaked into the abandoned castle quietly like a ghost.

She walked slowly along the trail left by the few people just now, her eyes always fixed on the front.

When she came to the last door, she saw a statue standing in front of the door. She was moved and walked quickly to the statue. She gently pressed the switch on the statue with her slender fingertips.

With a slight sound, the huge statue began to move slowly, revealing a long stone staircase leading to the basement underneath.

It was very quiet as we walked down, so quiet that it was eerie.

Sylvaria frowned slightly. She was keenly aware of the faint breath of vampires in the air. Her purple-red eyes instantly flashed with a blood-red light. She quickened her pace and walked down the stone steps almost silently.

Her movements were light and eerie, as if she had merged into the darkness, and no sound of her footsteps could be heard.

At the end of the stone steps is a huge underground palace, which may have originally been the tomb of a nobleman, but has now been converted into a laboratory.

The spacious hall was filled with various research equipment and potions, and the walls were covered with data and drafts.

Sylva Ria stood quietly in the corner, looking around carefully, trying to find the place where the vampires were imprisoned.

She noticed a tightly closed door in the corner of the hall. The door was engraved with strange symbols and patterns and looked very mysterious. She guessed that behind this door might be the place where the vampires were imprisoned.

A Blood Hunter happened to pass by. Sylva knocked her out, used her ability to transform into her appearance and approached the door. She carefully observed the symbols on it, and after some attempts in her mind, she found the correct operation method and successfully opened the door.

Behind the door was a narrow passage with faint lights flickering on the walls on both sides of the passage.

She walked slowly along the passage, not knowing what she would find here.

"Furier, you're here." One of the Blood Hunters greeted Sylvaria warmly when he saw her. This Blood Hunter was Ivy when she was young.

She nodded slightly and turned to look at the vampire tied to the wall. He had been tortured to death, with cold blood oozing out of his wound, but a sneer of contempt and cruelty appeared on her face.

"You will never gain the power of immortality."

"You are the only one who can hold on here. As long as you don't die, my experiment can continue! You have also made a contribution to mankind. You can atone for the sins of those humans you killed."

The blond and blue-eyed old man in front of the vampire looked full of justice. He tapped the ground with his cane and pointed at the vampire with one hand, his eyes full of condemnation.

"Why, now it's your turn to make decisions for the human race when you're not in your right mind? You really take the agreement seriously."

The vampire being held glanced at the old man in front of him with a tone full of disdain, and then looked calmly at Sylvaria standing beside him.

When she just arrived, this vampire, Vivienne, smelled the breath of the vampire king, and her king told her not to act rashly.

"Ivy!" The old man was obviously very angry.

Ivy, whose name was called, stretched out her hands, gesturing with them and chanting an ancient spell. Then, a powerful force appeared in her palms and attacked Vivienne directly.

"Ahem—"

Vivienne couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The wounds on her body that were almost healed were torn open again, this time more seriously than before. Bright red blood oozed from her pale skin and flowed onto the red and black ground, forming a new pool of blood.

She frowned, feeling an irreversible force eroding her body.

This kind of injury is not an ordinary injury, but is caused by a special curse or magic, and the damage caused is irreversible.

Even though she had strong recovery ability as a vampire prince, it was difficult for her to heal such injuries in a short period of time.

Her long black hair swayed gently with her movements, with a few strands of hair hanging down, covering half of her pale face, making her look particularly haggard. At this moment, her beauty was no longer as radiant as before, but instead revealed a hint of fragility and helplessness.

Because she was extremely angry, her eyes were bloodshot, and a strange light flashed in her eyes. She unconsciously revealed her fangs, which flashed with cold light and pressed against her blood-stained red lips, as if ready to tear the enemy's throat at any time.

This is the desire to suck blood.

This was her desire for blood. She had not tasted that deliciousness for too long, and now her sanity was almost devoured by hunger.

She hadn't felt hungry for a long time, and this burning and painful craving, coupled with the burning pain from the bleeding wounds on her body, was unbearable for her.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails dug deep into her palms, and blood flowed out.

She bit her lip and cursed in her heart.

Damn beasts, I’ll tear you apart in a moment.