Primordial Vampire God System

Author’s Note: Again, this chapter might be disturbing for some readers. Proceed with caution.

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*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

A black-haired man, wearing a lavish red coat over his white shirt was sitting inside his office and was calmly reading the documents that were on the table when suddenly, he heard someone knocking hurriedly on his door.

A frown appeared on his face,

‘Why is this man in a hurry? Can’t he keep things down,’

Of course, he can’t just keep complaining about it, he had to do something about this.

“Enter.” He ordered.

The moment he ordered, the door was opened and a man wearing skin-tight black clothes appeared. From the look on his face, it looked like he wanted to say something urgently.

“Report!” The man spoke as he straightened his back.

The man wearing a red coat frowned and then he nodded, signalling him to continue.

“Sanic Village, Ancer Village, Crocs Village, Ithaca Village, Kuntla Village, Shore Village, Hemson Village and Vricton Village, all these villages were attacked by a sudden beast tide and were completely destroyed.” The man reported.

“Completely destroyed?” the man wearing a red coat questioned.

“Yes, Viscount Baldor, they were annihilated, nobody survived.” The man in black nodded.

“They were attacked at the same time?” Viscount Baldor questioned.

“From our observations, that is indeed the case.”

The viscount frowned.

This was strange.

These villages have survived the beast tide for all these long years. How come all these villages are destroyed at the same time?

This shouldn’t be possible.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

While the Viscount was thinking about all that, another hurried nod was heard.

“Enter.” The viscount ordered.

Normally, he would have told him to wait, however, with how worried it sounded, the report might be important, also, Viscount had a feeling that these 2 reports were related to each other.

Then, another man wearing the same type of, skin-tight black clothes entered the room and straightened his back.

“Report!”

The viscount nodded.

“Crimson Town is being attacked and they are requesting assistance.”

“Is it the beast tide as well? But shouldn’t the Crimson Town be able to deal with that?” The viscount questioned with a frown.

Crimson Town was different from the village mentioned before.

It was a big Town with over 1000 people living in it and around 100 of them were cultivators. There is no way this force can’t stop a beast tide.

However, the man in black shook his head.

“It’s not beasts, Viscount Baldor, it’s the Beastmen and from how desperately they used the Call Tablet, again and again, we believe that they are being overwhelmed.”

“Huh? Beastmen?”

Viscount Baldor was completely confused now.

Why are the Beastmen attacking them?

‘Wait…’

Suddenly, Viscount Balder thought of something,

‘Beastmen are able to communicate with Star Beasts, are they the ones behind the attacks?’

The more he thought about it, the surer he got.

‘That must be the case.’

Viscount Baldor’s eyes turned cold, then he turned towards a servant and ordered.

“Call Warlok.”

The servant nodded and then left the office.

A few minutes later, a man with a large build, short black hair, brown eyes and a strict face entered the room. He was wearing a dusty green coloured t-shirt and black pants.

“Warlok, take a few men and save the Crimson Town.”

Viscount Baldor ordered.

The man named Warlok didn’t say anything and just nodded.

He didn’t even ask for the detail, he just directly left the room. Since Viscount Baldor is the one who gave him a mission, it must be something that only he can do.

That was his thoughts.

Simple and concise.

“Viscount Baldor, are you sure it is okay to send Sir Warlok there?” the man who reported the incident questioned.

“Isn’t it an overkill to send a Grand Master Stage Cultivator there?”

The viscount, however, did not share those thoughts and shook his head.

“It is not that simple. Crimson Town has a Master Stage Cultivator protecting it and if things as really that messy as you say, then there must be a Master Stage Cultivator who lived within Beastmen’s rank.

Beastmen are naturally stronger than us humans.

There is no way that Master Stage Cultivator who is protecting the Town would be able to defeat the Master Stage Cultivator on Beastmen’s side. A Grand Master Stage Cultivator is required.”

“I understand.”

The man nodded in understanding.

…

Three Hours Later, Warlok finally reached Crimson Town along with 40 more soldiers, however, it was already too late.

The Crimson Town was painted in Crimson.

Rivers of blood were flowing all over the place and that’s not the worse part.

A frown appeared on Warlok’s face as he saw the scene in front of him.

Even he, who doesn’t show many expressions, was gritting his teeth in anger.

There was a mountain of dead bodies in front of him, some of them were beheaded, some had their limbs cut off, and only a few bodies were fully intact.

However, something like this wasn’t enough to bother Warlok, he was a warrior, and he has seen something lot worse than this.

Even right now, he was seeing something a lot worse than this mountain of bodies.

He looked around and saw human heads lying on the floor, no, the heads were not severed, the rest of their body was buried in the ground.

In front of those men were women, which Warlok presumed were their wives, and these women had all their limbs tied, their legs were wide open and they were completely naked.

The look on the women’s eyes was extreme pain and the men had despair all over their places.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened here.

Warlok looked at everything with cold eyes, however, with how his eyes had turned expressionless and how he had clenched his fists, it was clear that he was angry.

He had deduced it, the mountain of corpses must be the Cultivators that were fighting against the Beastmen, while the men buried in the ground and the women tied in front of them must be civilians.

“I-Is it just me or the blood on the ground is somewhat weird?” Suddenly, one of the soldiers who accompanied Warlok questioned.

“What?” Warlok questioned back.

“Eeek!”

The soldier’s body flinched in fear, however, he quickly controlled himself and muttered.

“I-It feels like it didn’t just fell here randomly, it’s more like they created a pattern out of it…”

“A pattern?” Warlok frowned.

Then, he looked around and then pointed at a tall house.

“Go to the roof of that house and check it out.”

The soldier nodded and then rushed towards the said house. Then, he appeared on the roof of the house and his eyes widened in surprise.

“What is it? Do you see something?” Warlok shouted and questioned.

“I-I believe it would be better for you to come here and check it out yourself, Sir Warlok!” The soldier answered.

Warlok frowned, he then thought about it and walked towards the house.

A few minutes later, he appeared on the roof where the soldier was and once his eyes landed on the scene in front of him, his eyes turned even colder than before.

The soldier was right.

The blood wasn’t just spilled randomly; it was spilled to form a pattern.

No, a pattern is not the correct word,

The Blood was spilled to deliver a message.

…

“Give us the Humans who attacked the Neko Village, Else this won’t be the last attack.”

“This was written with blood?” Viscount Baldor questioned with a frown.

“Yes.” Warlok nodded, even though three hours have passed since he saw this, his expression was as cold and angry as before.

Hearing his words, Viscount Baldor’s eyes turned cold as well.

He knew about how some cultivators attacked Neko Village, he asked and found out that those Cultivators were from Crimson Town and after attacking the Neko Village, they hid somewhere.

Although Viscount Baldor didn’t know why they did something like that, he would have helped the Beastmen find them with all his strength if they had come to him. He wanted to keep the peace between the two races after all.

However, attacking them like this?

“These Beastmen are really daring huh.”

This was taking it too far, he wanted to keep the peace, however, this did not mean that he was scared of the Beastmen.

A cold smile appeared on Viscount Balder’s face,

“To think they would demand something after attacking us like this. Heh. They are underestimating us humans.

As expected of Beastmen, Arrogant and Stupid.

Send them a message, if it is the war they want, it is the war they will get.”

The servant who was in the office took out a paper and ink as he glanced at Viscount Baldor.

“What are you doing?” Viscount Baldor questioned.

“Viscount Baldor wants to write a letter, right?”

Then, Viscount’s smile widened as he questioned.

“Since when has war letter been written with ink?”