Carefree Path of Dreams Chapter 649 The Figh

The banquet for the higher-ups of the Blood Race consisted of debauchery and degradation.
Nobody knew that the higher-up Dracula, who resembled a demon king, didn't play indescribable games with the female descendants as per usual after the banquet ended, but instead went to the study room.
This is Dracula's forbidden area. Any Blood Race who commits the offense of trespassing into this area will only have one outcome—to be punished with fire and burnt to death!
Compared to the rash Caesar, Dracula praised himself as a wise being. He even gathered all the descendants with high intelligence to specialize in writing a set of words for the vampires and even create books to record everything.
At this moment, Dracula put down his wine cup and stroked the handle of a chair, flicking a switch mechanism.
Crack! Crack!
A secret door appeared and revealed a staircase leading down.
He carried an oil lamp and walked down silently.
This secret chamber was very small; the four sides were empty, and a mere statue of a man was erected in the center.
"God? Dominator? Or maybe some sort of indescribable greatness exists… You created me, but I have many doubts that I want you to answer in person…" the Grand Duke Dracula mumbled.
Although he has already conquered half of the mainland, he would never forget the scene where he had become a newborn and the face of that youth.
"If you are God… That hatred engraved in my blood is the destiny that you've bestowed upon me. I will complete it and exterminate those damned werewolves!"
Dracula kneeled on the floor and prayed like a devout believer.
The statue, which had a face resembling Fang Yuan, didn't display any emotions. An indifferent look gazed down, as though it were overlooking all living creatures.
In the Yin-Yang Mainland during the 72nd era of the Blood Race, under Dracula's leadership, the vampires finalized the modifications to the system and created strict ranks. This turned them into precise fighting machines.
In the 73rd year, a war between the Blood Race and the Werewolves broke out!
Over tens of thousands of vampires and werewolves congregated on the plains, the entire scene looked very majestic.
At this moment, Grand Duke Dracula, instead, rode a giant beast with his body clad with thick armor.
Mining and smelting were also techniques that were discovered by the vampires.
At this moment, the army of fifty-thousand vampires that were under his command was, impressively, dressed in full body armor. Not only did they wear full body armor like hauberks and plated knight armors, but they also held intricate swords.
In comparison, although the werewolves on the other side had sloppily gathered about seventy to eighty thousand in strength, it was easy to notice that their situation felt full of barbarism.
Fang Yuan, who was watching the war from up in the clouds, saw this scene and inadvertently associated it with the resistance between the medieval knights and the barbarians.
Roar! Roar!
Many vicious beasts roared angrily under the crotches of the vampire knights. Some of them also wore metal armor and seemingly looked like the pillars of a steel fortress.
These were produced from the time when Dracula tried to domesticate the giant beasts that he had previously captured and used to breed the smaller descendants.
These beasts were obtained after nurturing. Not only did they have endless strength, but they were also born with sharp claws and teeth that could tear raw meat.
Now that they were ridden by knights, they could definitely fling the horses away.
Roar! Roar!
At this moment, a wolf's howl suddenly came from the werewolves camp.
Ahwhoooo!
This sound was high-pitched and carried with it an indescribable sense of motivation.
Nearly all of the werewolves, upon hearing the sound, inadvertently became red-eyed and transformed into the form of an upright, roaring werewolf.
Pack Enrage skill!
The innate skill of the werewolves blood and the abilities of the vampires were often restricted by the werewolves, and they were far too inferior during individual combat.
Ahwhoooo!
Ahwhoooo!
Amidst the series of wolf howls, many werewolves charged forward with their hands and feet.
"Pass the order down, dispatch!"
Dracula silently watched this scene as he brandished and shook his long sword.
The hysterical screams of the forerunner were transmitted to the ears of every single vampire knight through Blood magic, and all of the knights instantly charged forward on their beasts.
Kaboom!
They charged forward endlessly with increasing speed, and they, ultimately, even transformed into a torrent of steel.
Thump!
The two armies viciously clashed together.
The werewolves were horrified when they realized that their sharp claws and teeth that used to take pride in, at most, merely left a deep scratch on the steel plates during the clash. They were fundamentally unable to injure the vampires protected inside.
Nevertheless, with this stunning technique, the steel-clad giant beasts roared and directly crushed them, leaving behind a path of flesh and blood.
Even the power of the werewolves couldn't even match up to the descendants of the giant beasts!
"This is the power of the system, the power of metal and blood…"
Dracula looked at this scene with a slight smile. "Early on, before the war, I released a decree. Whoever contributes to the victory of this war will have more land and be awarded one rank!"
Although the concentration of the Blood Race was fixed, as long as it wasn't the second or third generation of the Blood Race, it was very easy to raise the level of a few vampires to a first generation ancestor like him. A drop of fresh blood will suffice.
However, this was actually enough to spark excitement among the entire Blood Race.
In front of the enthusiastic vampire army with strict military discipline, excellent equipment, and motivated with a reward, the werewolves who were still stuck in an uncivilized tribal era were instantly at a disadvantage.
In just one charge, the wave consisting of the bravest werewolves was completely exterminated. More of the werewolves were, instead, shouting frantically and choosing to flee from the battleground.
This act of fleeing not only pushed the other werewolves towards an irredeemable abyss, it further caused their backs to be exposed easily in front of their enemies.
In the midst of their pursuit, the vampire knights obtained a victory result that was ten times better than before but with minimal casualties.
"Kill Caesar!"
"Kill Caesar!"
Seeing that victory had already been set in stone, a trace of red inadvertently flashed across Dracula's eyes as he loudly cheered.
"Kill Caesar!"
Many vampire knights shouted hysterically, charging towards the core of the werewolves.
Ahwhoooo!
A sad and shrill cry ran out.
Dracula clearly saw a giant wolf with a body full of pure white fur and a forehead with a golden imprint appear. Just like a king, it tore apart a few vampire knights and rapidly escaped from the battlefield.
"Caesar… My old enemy. You exceeded me in the path of individual transcendence, but it's no use…"
The Grand Duke murmured softly upon seeing this scene.
…
When the sun set, the vampires set up their tents and happily enjoyed the fruits of war from their victory.
"In this war, we directly killed twenty thousand werewolf knights and took thirty thousand as captives, completely defeating the powerhouses of the werewolves!"
Dracula drank the blood of the werewolves and suddenly knocked on the table. He lowered his voice. "However, Caesar ran away. This old nemesis possesses an unimaginable intuition. If he continued to delay for just a moment, I would've unleashed Blood magic with the Blood family's board of elders and completely trap him to death!"
"Now, it can be said that the entire mainland is in our possession. However, the war against the werewolves has to continue, hence, I've decided… to turn all the captured werewolves into slaves. We need them to help the higher-rank Blood Race mine, smelt… even become the warriors of our Blood Race!"
Dracula knocked on the table. "Of course, this isn't something that can be done overnight. It requires a long period of training, but we have to put forward the patience that we used to domesticate those giant beasts!"
"What?"
"Retain those werewolves?"
"Even if they're used as slaves, we're letting them off too easily!"
Just as imagined, this suggestion instantly roused torrents of activity and talk among the vampire nobility.
Even though they were high-ranks amongst the Blood Race and could slightly control the hatred in their blood, they were ultimately still unable to repress their natural instinct.
"If Caesar had already been beheaded, I would definitely exterminate all the werewolves and wipe these brutes completely from this realm…"
Dracula said slowly, "But the key issue now is… that Caesar has escaped. With his existence, the werewolves wouldn't become extinct, hence… we need to change our approach. Every Blood Race member is precious. We can let all the werewolves kill each other! This is my decision!"
Using the authority of the rank of Grand Duke in the Blood Race, this decision was ultimately fully implemented.
The thirty thousand captured werewolves would be reduced to slaves, and they even wore specially created chains and shackles that could suppress their ability to transform into wolves.
They would offer their service to the nobility in the form of humans, withstand all the hard labor, and even become sources of fresh blood.
…
"Countess Catherine!"
Inside the army camp, many werewolves were close together and the stench was horrible.
A lady wearing a high-class evening dress walked in leisurely and looked over each cage.
The Blood guard who was keeping watch instantly bent his body and bowed. "Your honor, what's the purpose of your visit?"
"Following the Grand Duke's orders, I want to choose some slaves for myself!"
Catherine smiled charmingly. "The iron mine in my territory requires at least ten thousand werewolves to exploit, and… I need to find a little fun for myself at the same time."
As she was speaking, she stopped in front of a cage and looked at the werewolf inside.
At this moment, the other party had already completely undone its wolf transformation and had changed into the appearance of a human teenager.
That golden yellow curly hair and sky-blue eyes made the matriarch's eyes sparkle as she licked her red lips. "This is a teenage wolf right?"
"Correct, in the perspective of a werewolf, he is indeed only a teenager, but he's very aggressive and has injured many of our knights. In order to suppress him, we even had no choice but to unleash a spell!"
"Alright, I want him then."
Catherine laughed as her leather boots entered the cage and stroked the teenager's chin. "What's your name… Never mind! It's not important at all what you were called before. From this day forth, you are my slave—Sisay!"
Roar! Roar!
The teenager's gaze revealed a hint of aggression as he struggled, as though he wanted to bite someone.
"Hehe… I cannot allow you to bite me!"
The countess smiled as she retracted her beautiful feet. "In the future, I'll 'love' you dearly.
"Sir?"
The Blood guards at the side instantly looked a little lifeless.
"Prepare a slave collar for him, engraved with the name Sisay!"
Catherine returned to her cold arrogant look. "In addition to that, add his master's name. From this day forth, he's considered to be my property, do you understand?"
"Yes, my lady!"
A few vampires loudly answered.
However, the teenage werewolf inside the cage was still clueless, and he totally didn't understand that its destiny had already been changed.