Several vampires were fighting each other through the streets in a chaotic battle. The difference in numbers made everything even more difficult: there were approximately thirty guards against more than a hundred out-of-control vampires. Among the guards, most were at the Fourth Circle, while the released vampires also possessed varying levels, with some reaching the Fifth Circle. Every time one of them appeared in the middle of the battle, the guards had to unite to prevent it from advancing.
"There are too many! When will the blood hunters return?"
"It will take at least two more days."
"When I find that wretched woman, I'll kill her, even if the young master gets furious."
As soon as he finished speaking, the vampire was surrounded by several out-of-control vampires. They advanced from different directions, trying to bite him, but several blood thorns appeared above his head with a shadow appearing behind them.
"Young master, thank..."
Before the guard could finish, the shadow's hand descended violently along with the thorns and pierced several vampires at once, also hitting the guard himself.
The boy who had appeared looked to be only seventeen years old. His eyes were filled with fury, and his body had several injuries, indicating that he had already fought several vampires on his way there.
The nearby vampires instinctively backed away when they sensed his presence.
"What are you waiting for? Keep fighting."
The boy was furious. His toy had managed to escape from his prison and, to make matters worse, was still causing enormous chaos throughout the city.
The most powerful vampires in that region were precisely the blood hunters, but they were far from there. The five councilors who normally remained in that city had also traveled to another location, where they were trying to force a Ninth Circle vampire to follow the council's rules.
"I only kept her for a week and she already managed to escape? What will my grandfather say about me?"
Distracted for a moment, the boy was struck by a blood blade that pierced through his chest, opening a large wound. He fell to the ground, but instead of showing pain, he became even angrier. He raised his hand and launched a series of blood thorns at the vampire responsible for the attack, piercing its body repeatedly.
"Brother, behind you!"
Several vampires advanced to bite him, but his younger brother created a sphere of blood that exploded in the middle of them, pushing the enemies away.
"Where's Selio?"
"Brother Selio died."
"That useless guy couldn't do anything useful even at the last moment?"
The younger vampire trembled upon hearing his brother's words, but he could not completely disagree. That was the philosophy their family had received from their grandfather for generations: only the useless died to their enemies. If someone was truly strong, they should never allow another vampire to defeat them.
As the battle continued, other young descendants of the council began appearing to help the guards. Some showed hesitation, mainly because they did not possess the same level as their stronger siblings. Most were only at the Second Circle and were classified as Rank D thanks to their families' pure blood.
Even so, as time passed, the number of guards decreased more and more. At one point, the vampire who had interrogated Sylas at the entrance of the city was surrounded by three out-of-control vampires. Despite being at the Fifth Circle, he had managed to survive until that moment through sheer luck.
"Huff... Even though I'm at the Fifth Circle... Huff... I fought many out-of-control Fourth Circle vampires... Huff... I did my best..."
The three vampires were about to attack him when their heads were simultaneously cut off.
Two figures had appeared in the middle of the battle, taking advantage of the out-of-control vampires that were weak at that moment.
The guard immediately recognized the two. They were the same vampires who had arrived in the city earlier.
"Is this really the third strongest city in our dimension?"
"It must be because they are always behind Reverse Vesparello and Reverse Tianlong, master."
"Hey, you two! Don't talk about my city like that."
The guard pointed at the two, clearly irritated by the comment, but soon took a deep breath and calmed down. After all, he had just been saved, and there were still several out-of-control vampires scattered throughout the streets.
"Tsk. You only managed to eliminate these?"
"First of all, boy, our strongest ones left the city. So, this doesn't even represent half of our true power."
"Of course..."
Sylas looked to the side. He was not actually disappointed with the guards, but with the out-of-control vampires themselves. He had expected them to reduce that city's power a little more.
"Corvina, let's fight. It seems they need a few simple Second Circle vampires."
"Of course, master."
Corvina advanced immediately. A black wing appeared behind her, and several feathers were fired at the vampires, pushing several of them away from the guards who were about to be surrounded.
Sylas had already concluded that the stronger vampires had probably been eliminated or were occupied in other parts of the battle. Even so, he needed to be careful, as there could be a Third Circle vampire hidden among the others. If he encountered one, he would leave the opponent to the guards.
He advanced from another side. He stepped onto the shoulders of two vampires and drove his feet into their bodies, using magic to increase the impact. The blow dislocated both of their arms, making them lose their balance. At that moment, his percentage was at fifteen percent of the Second Circle, but thanks to the ring, whose coloration had changed along with his hair to a grayish tone, he could temporarily raise that value to twenty-five percent.
It had been precisely through pacts, physical training, and other improvements that Enrico had managed to fight Danyana, who possessed an extremely high percentage.
Sylas grabbed the heads of the two vampires and slammed them against the ground, causing the stone beneath them to crack. Before he could continue, he noticed another vampire coming from behind to bite him. He turned his body and landed a direct kick on its chin, sending it into the air.
'I can't use the same poses I use when I'm Enrico. So I need to fight in a more uncontrolled way, without assuming a very characteristic stance.'
[Who told you to invent a character that reduces his own abilities so much?]
'I don't have a magic that could be considered blood magic, and the vampires' blood magic is quite distinctive. Besides, it has that very dark red color.'
Sylas looked around and realized that only a few out-of-control vampires remained in that area. When he saw one of them about to attack a young vampire who seemed to be a descendant of someone from the council, he decided to intervene.
He advanced and grabbed him in his arms before the attack could hit the boy. Then, he stomped against the ground, causing the stone to break and throwing off the balance of the vampire coming toward him.
'I'll use Charged Impulse lightly.'
Sylas concentrated a small amount of magic and advanced. The ground beneath his feet broke from the impulse, and he appeared before the vampire in an instant. His fist struck the center of the enemy's stomach, launching it directly toward the Fifth Circle guard, who took advantage of the opening and delivered the final blow.
'Good thing I decided to save the prisoners...'
Enrico had genuinely considered leaving some people behind to complete his plan as safely as possible. His initial goal had simply been to free Ysabella and get her to her father. However, after thinking about it more carefully, he realized that those prisoners could be useful for his future plans.
"Who are you, stranger?"
A voice coming from the large prison door caught everyone's attention.
Sylas looked at the Injured young man who had just arrived with an absurd presence emanating from his body. His expression immediately changed, as he recognized that person very well.
It was Malakar Octavian, one of the Young targets Enrico had planned to eliminate. The hatred Enrico had for this man was practically on the same level as the hatred he had for the council.
"A vampire. Isn't it obvious, idiot?"
Silence took over the area for a few seconds.
Several vampires looked at Sylas in surprise, while Malakar became visibly irritated by the response. Enrico, on the other hand, opened a small satisfied smile.
Even if Malakar was stronger than him at that moment, Enrico was certain that he could not do anything against his true identity.
"You..."
Malakar was about to advance when a heavy pressure descended over the entire area.
He stopped immediately.
Sylas also raised his eyes.
When he looked behind him, he saw an elderly vampire accompanied by the other three councilors. The man observed the scene with a serious expression, while the others clearly showed that they were far from satisfied with what they had found.