Night in the UK always comes very early, and the sun disappears early. Tired people have finished their day's work, and it's time to rest and enjoy dinner.
However, this also means that the natural barrier that restrains vampires disappears.
At least that's the case for Zehart.
He licked a little blood that was splashed around the corner of his mouth, and at the same time threw the female body that looked like a corpse aside, looked at the manor not far away, and showed a sneer.
That's where one of Toledo's territories is located.
This group of dark, mysterious, yet extremely fragile artists is their target this time - for Zehart, this kind of raid on the territory of the Camarilla is not the first time, not to mention,
Or is it an action against one of the weaker families?
Of course, if it weren't for the actions of the past few days, the weak and pathetic artists of Toledo were showing off their knowledge at the cocktail party, and their informants happened to be present; if it weren't for that idiot named Taylor accidentally telling some stories that only vampires
If only I could understand it, I might not even be able to determine the location of this manor.
They blend in too well with humans.
But this is precisely the weakness of a reclusive family like theirs.
The location of this manor is really good for Zehart - the surrounding artificial woods have completely become a natural bunker to hide them, and there are even some places where there are no human beings at all. As for the security guards? Almost when they invaded
Already served as a snack.
Obviously, these originally cowardly guys have already become degenerates who enjoy themselves in peace and contentment.
"I'm afraid they have simply forgotten? Our holy war... has never ended."
A blond young man next to him sneered. He didn't know whether he was laughing at the stupidity of the Toledo family or some fool who got carried away and caused the family to suffer disaster. He had just drank blood and there was still bright red liquid left in the corner of his mouth, which made him look particularly special.
Terrible.
"Ah...it's not enough at all...all these humans can do are just appetizers..."
"There will be a chance...ah~ I hope those cowardly guys can provide some decent 'essence'... Okay, it's almost time. Check your equipment and don't let Lord Asem down."
Zehart responded with a sneer, and his companion hiding in the shadows ordered, and at the same time began to check his equipment.
These people are naturally vampires, but they belong to another clan alliance, a faction called the Demon Party.
They once hunted their own kind in order to resurrect the blood host in the prophecy. With the development of earth's science and technology, they also upgraded their hunting methods to a higher level - incendiary grenades, specially made incendiary warheads, specially modified in pursuit of accuracy.
Anti-material rifles and spurs with health slots were almost the standard equipment for this operation, and next to them were placed more large-scale munitions that were obviously not allowed to be brought into the city.
In fact, these modern hot weapons and cold weapons are unable to cause real damage to vampires. Vampires can recover from their injuries by consuming blood, so these weapons were originally designed for consumption.
.
Hot weapons are just to keep up with the opponent's speed, while cold weapons are to deliver the most fatal blow at the right time.
In order to survive, the prey will just keep healing its wounds and running away; while the hunter will sneer and load more bullets.
Although the most useful tools for dealing with vampires are still holy silver and holy water, and sanctified weapons are still proven to be extremely effective even in modern times where faith is severely lacking, it is obvious that ordinary vampires would not consider using this to deal with other vampires. After all, it is very likely that
His hands had already been "purified" before taking action.
"Come on! Let the killing begin!"
Zehart showed a bloodthirsty smile, took the "flare" for this operation from another vampire on the side, and aimed it at the door of the Torre family.
It was a standard rocket-propelled grenade launcher, but it had a more famous name than this one.
R!P!G!
The rocket spraying tail flames reached its target instantly. The latest high-explosive warhead lived up to expectations and blew the gate into pieces, and also suffered a devastating blow along with the surrounding walls.
It wasn't just here that was attacked at the same time.
Suddenly, fire and explosions filled the land.
This was a targeted operation, and other vampires were involved elsewhere.
The road to the hunting ground opened instantly.
The hunters couldn't wait to rush in from all directions, looking for their prey.
But when they entered through the thick smoke, they found that it was eerily quiet.
There was no panic about a sudden attack, and no one came to respond to the attack. The building was still brightly lit, but it was as if their presence was not felt at all.
"Did those cowardly guys run away with their tail between their legs? How dare they call themselves nobles in the dark with such courage!?"
The blond young man laughed a few times, but soon he realized that the atmosphere here was not right, and his face darkened again.
"What kind of trick is this?"
Zehart was a little surprised when he connected the communicator installed in his ear, only to find that there was a lot of noise inside, and it seemed that he was also falling into chaos because of the situation in front of him.
"This is Z1, no trace of 'prey' found, report completed."
"This is X4...it's really...quiet here."
"H3 reports that there is no trace of prey activity and is preparing to invade the building."
"Y7 report, no findings... Captain, where are you?"
"My side..."
Zehart looked around. Indeed, as others had seen, there were almost no people active outside, and there were not even sentries where necessary. Intelligence showed that this was indeed the hinterland of those rats, unless...
…
"This is J7, urgent report, hurry up...ahhhhhhhhhh!"
A sudden scream appeared in the communication, interrupting his thoughts.
"Jack? Jack!?"
Zehart's brows furrowed.
His reply received no response, only a busy signal.
Jack's bloodline is the eighth generation, only one generation away from him, and he is also the type that can use the power of bloodline. According to vampire standards, instant death is almost impossible. This situation may just be a simple communicator being destroyed.
Is it destroyed?
Could it be that... some old guys have appeared?
Immediately, he gave up the idea.
Strong men like Lord Asem who can be found and are willing to take action are almost extinct. Such a weak family, even the vampires of the same generation as Lord Asem, cannot have the strength of Lord Asem. This family is famous for its art.
It is impossible for our family to have such a person!
With this in mind, he was about to call for help, but a series of screams suppressed his orders.
"Y7 report... Damn it, it's so fast, there's no way to aim!"
"What kind of monster is this!?"
"This...Z...Z1...enemy attack..."
"X4...poof!!!"
The sound of blood spurting was transmitted into the communicator.
Zehart only felt a cold feeling on his back.
Although they didn't know what happened, it was obvious that they were ambushed.
"Ah... It seems you are the guy monitoring this channel?"
A strange man's voice came from his ears. It was obvious that his voice did not belong to the owner of this headset. The slightly hoarse magnetic voice made Zehart feel inexplicable fear.
"...Who are you? What happened to Sivir?"
"Oh... this headset was brought from a little girl, are you talking about her? She is dead. As for me... my name is Ottoville, Ottoville V. Toledo..."
The voice paused and added another sentence.
Chapter completed!