The Witch Hunter System

"Sir Lucien died…? How is that possible?" Seventh-rank Viessa stared at Lucien's shriveled, lifeless corpse with disbelief.

Lucien was a Half-step Divine Being.

Based on their information, even if his power was suppressed to Peak Demigod, there shouldn't be anyone in the Great Ratholos Empire capable of killing him.

After all, the Great Ratholos Empire was a country full of musclehead Body Refiners. Even if they dual-cultivated body and aura, they would only be a little more troublesome to deal with at best.

"Physical attacks shouldn't be able to break the magical defenses on a higher power… How in the world did Lucien die? Looking at his shriveled body, he must have consumed all his blood energy before dying… Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable," Seventh-rank Duradel commented with a hint of fear.

Unfortunately, he was not the one who challenged the human. Otherwise, the corpse on the ground would have been his instead.

"Attack together! Don't give this human a chance to retaliate. He must die for his sin!" Fergus bellowed with venomous fury.

A top-rank vampire with a royal bloodline had actually died under his watch! How could he face the Blood Ancestor if he did not offer him the human's head?

Nevertheless, Fergus's command surprised everyone.

"What? You want us to gang up on a single human, Lord Fergus? Are you serious? If word of it gets out, where will our faces be? How can we hold our heads up high in the future?" Thirteenth-rank Dimitri hesitated.

"Right?" Eleventh-rank Ulfred wholeheartedly agreed, adding, "Five dozen Demigod-rank vampires with superior bloodlines fighting one trifling Demigod-rank Body Refiner… I find it difficult to participate in such a shameless act."

"Trifling Demigod-rank Body Refiner, you say…?!" Fergus gnashed his teeth in anger after seeing the attitude of his peers.

"If he was just a trifling Demigod-rank Body Refiner, how do you explain Lucien's death?! Even my [Mind Control] has no effect on him! Otherwise, how could he possibly refuse me?!"

"Keep your useless pride back at home! This is war, not the duels back at home! We were proud because we could overpower our foes! If we can't overpower our foes, then what is there to be proud of?!"

"You better listen to me and do as I say if you want to live! There's something strange about this human!" Fergus strictly said with caution.

The high-ranking vampires all clenched their fists with anger. They did not like what they heard. Even so, they had to admit Fergus's words were correct.

They were at war, and completing the Blood Ancestor's mission should be their most important concern.

"Kill him!" Fergus barked, feeling a bit of heartache.

The human's blood was extremely precious. Unfortunately, he could not monopolize it. The person was too much of a threat to be left alive.

…

During this time, Vaan had actually taken the chance to collect his spoils of war – Lucien's corpse. The corpse of a Half-step Divine Being was practically a priceless treasure to most people.

Furthermore, the royal vampire bloodline seemed to have a lot of potential. Thus, only a fool would leave it to rot.

Even if Vaan couldn't use it for himself, he could still study it for others.

That said, there was a good chance that it would be useful to him. After all, it was unknown how long the war against Abaddon's forces would last, and conserving his energy for Abaddon was neither ideal nor viable.

He had to find another way and use all available resources if he wanted to have a chance at overcoming his tribulation.

If Vaan had wanted to, he could have killed Lucien in a single blow. He only needed to obliterate Lucien's soul instead of destroying his body over and over again.

However, if he had done so, he wouldn't have gotten to study Lucien's blood powers.

Bang, bang, bang!

Several volleys of blood spears bombarded Vaan's location relentlessly with the intent of impaling him to death. However, not a single blood spear hit its intended target.

Vaan was like a slippery snake; he effortlessly weaved through the volleys of blood spears without even glancing at them. Furthermore, he evaded them with minimal movements, as if he predicted where each shot would land ahead of time, and moved his body accordingly.

Although he made it look easy, it wasn't something that others could replicate. Predicting the trajectory of so many targets within such little time was something only Vaan could do.

His Fourth-Dimensional Sense was such a near-omniscient ability.

"Stop! Stop attacking! What the hell are you all doing?! Why are you only using range attacks and so recklessly?!" Fergus barked at his fellow high-ranking vampires with strong criticism.

There wouldn't be any blood left to savage if they skewered their target into a porcupine.

Furthermore, they had fired so many blood spears that they kicked up a storm of dust and soil, obscuring their target from view. Even their Blood Sense failed to detect their target in the dust cloud; it was like trying to look for a moving corpse without a heartbeat.

"Did fear make you forget all your abilities?" Fergus scolded his peers.

However, the high-ranking vampires couldn't be blamed for being afraid. After all, they had all seen Lucien's helplessness and despair.

If the third strongest vampire in their Night Parade could be reduced to such a state, who in their right mind would dare to engage in close combat with the enemy?

Even if some wanted to, they couldn't—not while others were bombarding the area with their blood spears.

Nevertheless, as the dust settled, Fergus and his peers stared at the beehive-like state of the ground with focus.

Their minds suddenly went blank.

Not only was their target missing, but even all the blood spears they had fired were also missing. There wasn't a single drop of blood within sight, and even their connection to this portion of their blood couldn't sensed.

It was as if all their blood spears had disappeared from existence.

'Where did the blood go?' – Everyone had the same thought.

However, they didn't have time to dwell on their missing blood as they had bigger worries.

Their sixty-sixth-rank member, the weakest of them all, was soon found dead in the human's grasp without any hopes of reviving, silently and so suddenly.

His proud immortality did not save him from the clutches of death.

"I'm... actually trembling?"

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