Chapter 1432 - 1343: The Final 2 Days (Combined - s)

Chapter 1432: Chapter 1343: The Final 2 Days (Combined Chapters)

Imperial Calendar, December 11, 1463, dusk.

Intermittent drizzle pressed the gray clouds of the night extremely low, and the valley wind carried a chilling cold.

Serafe was not wearing a silk robe, but rather hunter’s attire, standing alone with a horse on the hillside.

In the valley, it seemed like a funeral, with the vampire procession enveloped in somber clouds, cries shaking the heavens.

Indeed, Retino miraculously gained six hours for them.

But this did not mean they were completely out of danger.

Following Lakunio’s suggestion, Serafe strategically used herself as bait this time.

The problem was, she couldn’t be eaten by the fish; if she was, she’d become a fool!

So six hours weren’t enough, she needed more time.

Thinking it over, she simply stopped to hold a collective assembly.

At this assembly, she, along with the Tedis clan and all other officers, assured the soldiers, pressing their handprints, promising compensation.

Only then did the soldiers give up their possessions.

The human world’s sentiments and pursuit of fairness and justice do not exist in vampire society.

For the soldiers, money equates to fairness, strength to justice.

Those who can’t convert money and strength are seen as sheep to be hunted.

The demand for money in the Royal Court is much higher than on the side of the Holy Alliance.

The Holy Alliance sees money as a tool to adjust the economy, while for the Royal Court, money is the cornerstone of social trust, especially after the princes dismembered the Main Church of Longevity, breaking the hard-won religious community.

Back then, the first generation of princes were outstanding among the half-elves.

They knew the consequences, but were forced to act for immediate benefits.

Serafe could guess how desperate and afraid these princes were upon realizing the future possibilities.

They would rather give up longevity than personally journey to such futures.

Because this completely halted the formation of a vampire collective, unlike the Holy Alliance —

Even those hardest working miners, working for the lowest pay on the most dangerous tasks, proudly took ownership of the Holy Alliance’s achievements.

Because they knew the Holy Alliance was closely linked to them, and its achievements would one day become their welfare.

But vampires couldn’t do it; they could only imagine their greatest dedication to their clan.

What does the Royal Court’s victory or defeat have to do with me; it’s merely benefits split by those big clans.

"How are those spoils being handled?" Serafe asked coldly.

The Attendant Officer, knowing Serafe’s bad mood, didn’t dare to speak loudly, merely replying softly: "Handled smoothly, but some soldiers are dissatisfied, feeling that although those small spoils can be carried, they must be discarded, it’s really..."

"Hmph! Don’t I know them?" Serafe hardened her expression, "At first, the small items were rings, later they will want to carry giant porcelain vases! I don’t have time to argue the definition of small items with them."

Time waits for no one, Serafe could only cut decisively.

She watched the soldiers argue with the Finance Officer about the moving inventory, sighing reluctantly.

Suddenly, she remembered Horn from the Gulag period, who could easily make his following soldiers discard supplies.

What exactly means did he use? Probably possessed by the Holy Father again.

As the order to discard spoils spread through the ranks, soldiers hesitated but acted swiftly.

Unlocking the burdens on their backs, they dumped boxes of gold, silver, jewels, rolls of silk spices into the river — to retrieve later.

"Hurry up! Dragging your feet, want to be caught and beheaded by the Holy Alliance?" The clan officer’s scolding was incessant.

Vampire soldiers gritted their teeth, naturally reluctant.

These assets were the basis of their lives fought for half a lifetime, the capital to transform descendants and sustain the family!

But the news of Retino’s death still echoed in their ears, the hooves of the Holy Alliance’s pursuit seemed right behind, no one dared disobey the order.

"Should have thrown it earlier, save being chased like a lost dog!" A vampire soldier cursed under his breath as he discarded his luggage.

"Shut up! Reach Hot Intestines Valley, there’s plenty of wealth to seize!" The officer beside him harshly pushed him.

After abandoning the burdens, the troop instantly lightened up.

The pack horses no longer staggered under heavy loads, vampires simply killed some surplus pack horses to drink their blood.

With earlier repairs, the whole army took strides, their speed suddenly doubled.

The clan elders, watching the rapidly advancing troops, felt a bit relieved despite the heartache.

"The Emperor is wise! At this speed, the Holy Alliance definitely can’t catch up!" Grupside stroked his beard, smiling with wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes, "Lakunio, no need to fret anymore, right?"

The other elders agreed, attacking Lakunio to test Serafe’s attitude.

Lakunio appeared solemn: "Until reaching Hot Intestines Valley, everything is unknown."

"Haha." The obese elder sneered, "They can travel 35 kilometers a day, now we can also do 35 kilometers a day, how can they chase?"

Lakunio stopped arguing, merely tightened the reins of his warhorse.

Soon, the dawn’s sunlight completely enveloped the valley, and the vampires’ sleeping time arrived.

Black tents were erected, and when the vampire clan army calculated, they surprisingly traveled more than thirty kilometers today.

Although the speed was still not as fast as the Holy Alliance, they were nonetheless invigorated, as it was the first time their speed nearly matched the Holy Alliance.