Corvinus Finally Enters the Arena

But if Selena were the one to awaken them, it would be different.

Although the vampires in Marvel don’t have the absolute control that higher-ranking vampires have over lower-ranking ones, each vampire’s strength still varies depending on the person who granted them their vampiric abilities.

Marcus is a first-generation vampire, so Marcus’s strength is also the greatest.

After him come Viktor and Emilia.

It’s just that, because Viktor was willing to bite, back then, Viktor, who was the human leader fighting a great war against the werewolf clan, directly turned all his loyal subordinates into vampires after becoming a vampire himself.

So, relying on their numerical advantage, Viktor subtly suppressed Marcus and became the first elder of the vampire clan.

And then it descended like a pyramid.

If Emilia were to awaken these two, Marcus might still be weak for a while, but Viktor would quickly recover to his peak condition within half an hour of opening his eyes and transfusing blood.

It would be different if Selena were to awaken them.

If Selena were to awaken them, these two would not only receive fragmented memories and noisy sounds, but their strength would also be delayed in recovery, taking at least a full day.

Marcus is a first-generation vampire.

Emilia and Viktor are second-generation.

Selena isn’t even third-generation; she’s only a fourth-generation vampire.

However…

Emilia is no longer a second-generation vampire. At the very least, after obtaining Lake’s immortal essence, while it’s not certain if she’s above Marcus, it’s possible for her to go head-to-head with Marcus, perhaps a 70/30 split.

So.

Selena looked directly at Craven and asked, "Tell me, did you cut that piece of skin from Lucian’s arm, or did Lucian cut it off himself and give it to you?"

Craven’s enraged expression instantly froze.

The next second.

Craven’s anger reappeared on his face. "I have a plan for the entire family. Tomorrow, you will know."

Selena’s chest heaved, and she let out a sound akin to a cold laugh before turning and leaving.

Craven watched Selena walk out of the study. This time, he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, after Selena left, his peripheral vision fell on a book that had tumbled from the bookshelf.

"History of Vampires"

This was a sheepskin book written by the vampires’ learned historian, with one volume written every hundred years, detailing the major events that occurred among vampires during that century.

Craven’s deed of killing Lucian and becoming a vampire hero, thus ascending to the second-in-command position of the council, was also recorded within it.

"Go get Luke."

Craven looked at the page in the book that pertained to him, angrily closed the book, and ordered his subordinate.

The vampire turned and left.

Luke.

He was also a Death Walker, and one of the Death Walkers who went out with Selena to hunt werewolves tonight. Furthermore, he was the first vampire Craven had converted.

Even after becoming a vampire, Black Luke, whose skin hadn’t turned pale, quickly entered the study.

Craven turned to look at Luke. "Tell me, what did Selena do tonight?"

From where did Selena know that Lucian was not dead?

What happened?

In just a few hours, Craven suddenly felt that he had lost all control. Emilia was the same, Lucian was the same, and even Selena was the same.

Luke didn’t hide anything and recounted his and Selena’s trip to the city to hunt werewolves. However, it was only limited to the shootout at the subway station. After all, during that chaotic battle, a werewolf had been chasing him, causing him and Selena to lose track of each other. Later, Luke returned to the manor, and Selena did not.

"That’s it?"

"Yes."

Craven fell silent. Suddenly, Craven felt a jolt, as if he had been electrocuted, and remembered something.

Lake and Katherine had come down the mountain tonight.

And…

Craven closed his eyes. Just recalling it, the sun-like aura emanating from Lake was enough to make him feel like his throat was burning. But on Katherine, there was a familiar scent to Craven.

Selena’s scent.

Craven opened his eyes, his gaze flickering, trying hard to figure out what had happened to bring him from a state of complete control to his current situation.

Time flew by.

Daytime.

Lucian’s side.

Werewolves were not afraid of sunlight. After all, during the era when vampires enslaved werewolves, these were the werewolves used to guard the so-called vampire masters during the day.

"Ah!"

Michael Corvin, bound to the examination table, struggled violently. There was a wolf’s bite on his neck, caused by Lucian’s gnawing. Infected by the wolf venom, Michael’s very foundation was undergoing a transformation as monumental as the creation of heaven and earth.

But…

Michael’s usefulness ends here.

Having drunk Michael’s blood and absorbed the pure genes of Alexander Corvinus’s third son, Lucian’s body was now a battlefield where wolf blood, human blood, and vampire blood continuously clashed and fused.

Ah!

Veins bulged all over Lucian’s body. This power, a combination of vampire and werewolf strength, far surpassed the sum of its parts.

But…

It wasn’t enough!

Lucian felt an immense power surging within him, as if he could shatter Viktor’s skull with a single punch. However, to destroy another person, this power still felt insufficient.

Lake.

Lucian murmured, recalling the scene where he was utterly incapable of even resisting under the dragon claws, a single strike rendering him helpless.

But…

This power was enough to kill Viktor and Marcus.

As for Emilia?

He’d put her aside for now.

The vampire blood I’m currently absorbing isn’t that great, but if I were to absorb Marcus’s or Viktor’s, you wouldn’t be able to escape either.

Lucian felt a tingling sensation coursing through him, his eyes burning with an ever-increasing rage fueled by vengeance.

Just then.

Boom!

"Who’s there?"

Lucian, forcing himself to endure the discomfort of his powers, turned towards the source of a sudden explosion, initially suspecting that damned Craven had attacked.

But it was daytime.

So…

Who was it?

Rat-tat-tat!

Lucian looked up. Accompanied by the whirring of helicopter blades directly overhead, a massive explosion tore a gaping hole in the ceiling.

"GO, GO, GO!"

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Damn it, it’s humans!"

Amidst the gunfire erupting nearby, several werewolves roared and lunged forward.

However…

The weapons wielded by these soldiers, who were practically armored to the teeth, seemed specifically designed to counter the werewolves. If Selena’s bullets couldn’t kill them, then the bullets from these soldiers exploded upon hitting the werewolves, causing them to howl in frustration.

Lucian’s eyes blazed: "Retreat!"

His enemies were Marcus and Viktor. Witnessing his werewolves being slaughtered by these soldiers, who resembled future warriors, Lucian made an instant decision.

These ordinary humans were strange.

Moreover…

If his werewolves were wiped out here, how would he attack Viktor’s manor tonight?

Rely on himself alone?

Lucian roared, lunging towards Michael, who was struggling on the examination table.

Squelch!

Michael screamed, his eyes widening instantly.

After ripping a large hole in Michael’s chest, Lucian roared at his werewolves once more before leading them in an escape from the abandoned building. Soon, they were all diving into the well-developed sewer system.

"Halt pursuit!"

"Halt pursuit!"

"Halt pursuit!"

The masked squad leader issued orders to his team. He then walked to the examination table, glanced at Michael, who was barely clinging to life, and then looked up at the helicopter slowly lowering a rope through the gaping hole in the ceiling.

Rat-tat-tat!

The helicopter quickly lifted the nearly lifeless Michael and flew towards the sea. On the ground, at the base of the abandoned building, six black SUVs bearing the insignia of an international security company sped away.

When the Budapest police arrived, they were met with an empty, abandoned building. Not a single corpse, not even a drop of blood, was found.

What remained.

Was a ruin, reduced to ashes in a raging inferno.

In the ancient castle.

Lake sat expressionlessly on the sofa, watching the real-time satellite footage displayed on the laptop in front of him.

Alexander Corvinus.

I was wondering when you’d show up.

A slight smile curved Lake’s lips.

His decision to get promoted to the Department of Homeland Security was a wise one. At the very least, if he were still with the NYPD, he wouldn’t have the authority to deploy satellites.

But at the Department of Homeland Security, Lake had that qualification.

Lake directly deployed a satellite to monitor Budapest in real-time, twenty-four hours a day. The reason given was naturally that an informant had reported that terrorists in Budapest were planning a terrorist attack targeting the mainland.

Of course.

That’s what he would say if Secretary Kelly asked.

If he didn’t ask?

Lake wouldn’t say anything. Anyway, there were plenty of satellites overhead. As the Deputy Director for New York State, it wasn’t a big deal for Lake to use a satellite for some personal business.

Beside him.

Emilia, sitting next to Lake, listened to his words and watched the swift combat team and that person, frowning, "Alexander Corvinus, he’s not dead?"

Lake shook his head. "A descendant vampire, a descendant werewolf. How could Alexander Corvinus, who is considered the origin of everything, be an ordinary person?"

"Then…"

"Immortal… no, it should be eternal life, that’s his ability. Moreover, any vampire who drinks his blood can no longer fear sunlight, mercury, or other miscellaneous things."

"…"