Werewolf Progenitor Lucian

Two Werewolves instantly exploded into bloody mist beneath the dragon claws.

"Yaa!"

Little Cotton Jacket let out a scream and, with a whoosh, appeared outside the corridor, dodging the werewolf blood mist that rained down.

Selena and Michael were drenched.

Their bodies were covered in werewolf blood.

As for Lake?

The moment the blood mist approached Lake’s vicinity, it instantly evaporated into steam as if encountering a scorching sun. From the outside looking in, Lake appeared to be in a sauna.

Selena clutched her throat uncomfortably, coughing repeatedly as she crouched down. Not far in front of her, the scorching heat wave that rolled towards her made her feel exposed under a great sun.

With a whoosh.

Selena’s vision blurred, and instantly, as if thrown into icy seawater, Katherine had already rescued her from the house.

"Thank you."

Selena thanked Katherine.

Just then.

Roar!

From the stairs, accompanied by the sounds of several Werewolves crawling, came continuous howls, growing clearer from far to near.

The next second.

A Werewolf, firmly gripping the ceiling, appeared at the end of the corridor, followed by a second, then a third.

"Fall back!"

Selena drew her guns simultaneously, stood up, and appeared in front of Katherine, pushing her back into the room. The specially made handguns, developed specifically for Werewolves, instantly opened fire.

Bang bang bang!

Specialized bullets shot out, forming a hail of gunfire that covered the suddenly appearing Werewolves.

Aow!

Boom!

Selena had been trained as a Death Walker since childhood. In terms of marksmanship, she was no inferior to Lake, who used Gun Fu. Moreover, these Werewolves seemed to have no intention of dodging.

Bang!

The bullets struck the Werewolves, but after a few howls, they climbed up from the floor again and continued their assault on Selena with undiminished ferocity.

What?

Selena had encountered this situation once before in the subway. These Werewolves no longer seemed to fear the special bullets developed to kill them.

"Move aside."

"Roar!"

Selena heard a sound from behind and instantly moved aside, pressing herself against the wall. In an instant, a world-shattering dragon’s roar echoed, and golden spectral dragon claws extended from the room.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The moment these ferocious Werewolves, like a suicide squad, were grazed by the dragon claws, they let out a tragic howl and instantly turned into bloody mist, evaporating completely without even leaving bones behind.

The battle lasted at most ten seconds.

But it was over.

Selena was already sweating. One had to remember, she was a cold-blooded Vampire.

Sweating?

It was almost a prelude to death.

Fortunately.

Lake retracted his surging aura. Otherwise, under that aura, Selena would have likely begun the first stage of death, emitting smoke, within ten seconds.

"Let’s go."

Lake glanced at the still-stunned Michael beside him and said to Selena, "Bring him along."

Making such a big commotion.

It would be strange if the Budapest police didn’t come to investigate.

Selena cast a lingering glance at Lake, then walked directly towards Michael.

Michael snapped back to reality and retreated, "Don’t come near me, I’m not going with you… Ah!"

Selena grabbed Michael by the collar, her hand nearly breaking Michael’s claw, and expressionlessly dragged him towards Lake, who had already exited the building.

In the elevator.

With a thump.

Katherine looked up at the elevator shaft above where the noise had come from.

A moment later.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

In view.

Standing at the elevator doorway, the Werewolf Progenitor Lucian, who had been waiting for a long time, revealed his fangs and slowly looked up.

Roar!

Boom!

Lucian was instantly blasted by illusory dragon claws and pinned directly to the wall opposite the elevator. Centered on Lucian’s body, spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions.

"Roar!"

Lucian roared and struggled, his wolf jaws bared, not quite recovering from the shock.

Lake let go.

With a thump.

The moment the dragon claws disappeared, Lucian fell from the wall to the ground.

He looked up.

Lake’s expression was calm. "It’s really not easy to find you, and you even moved. Did you discover the remote camera I set up in the corner? Let’s go, let’s find a place to talk."

Lucian looked wary, not even wiping the wolf’s blood from the corner of his mouth. He flickered his eerie green wolf eyes and stared expressionlessly at Lake.

Lake tilted his head. "What, you don’t want to talk?"

Then don’t talk.

It’s not like you’re the only one with a blood feud against Viktor or Marcus.

As Lake spoke, he prepared to raise his hand and send Lucian to hell.

Lucian said in a deep voice, "Where?"

Lake glanced at Lucian, who immediately backed down when he raised his hand. Lake smiled and thought for a moment. "How about the building you used to live in? It’s close, and after I’m done talking, you can walk a few steps home."

Lucian: "…"

It was still that abandoned building in the suburbs.

Thump!

Selena directly threw Michael, who had been knocked unconscious and dragged all the way, to the side, not caring if Michael would end up with a concussion.

A moment later.

It was quiet all around.

Selena spoke towards Lake, who was standing by the dilapidated window, seemingly admiring the moon, "Sir, Lucian doesn’t dare to come."

Lake smiled.

Just as he was about to speak.

Lucian, wearing a cloak and with messy hair and beard, appeared before them, accompanied by the sounds of countless crawling creatures approaching the abandoned building.

"Who are you?"

Lucian’s gaze bypassed Selena and Katherine and fell on Lake, who had his back to him. "You are definitely not a vampire."

Lake turned around, a smile on his face. "A name is just a codename, something to be called. You can call me the Black King!"

Katherine heard this and immediately shook her head. "No, no."

Lake looked at his precious daughter with curiosity.

Katherine shook her head. "If you’re the Black King, then Mom would be the Black Queen, and I don’t want that. Mom isn’t dark, and Dad isn’t dark either. I think White King sounds better, and Mom would be the White Queen."

Lake burst out laughing.

Mom?

Hearing Katherine’s words, Lucian looked Lake up and down again. He knew who Katherine was, and he was also a partner with Craven. Naturally, from Katherine’s words, he could deduce Lake’s identity.

"You’re Emilia’s husband, that… human."

Lucian originally wanted to say "pretty boy," but thinking of what had just happened, who would dare to say that this human in front of him was just a simple pet of Emilia’s?

What just happened, could a human, an ordinary person, do that?

Lake looked up.

He extended his hand.

Forming a claw.

Roar!

A miniature golden dragon instantly appeared, and with a snap, it crushed the stone ceiling and the Werewolf lying on the floor above.

"Don’t you know I don’t like people riding on my head?"

"…What are you going to do?"

Lucian’s wolf eyes narrowed. While ordering his wolf pack not to attack, he warily watched Lake, who had acted decisively and killed with a single blow.

Lake looked at Lucian and smiled, "Nothing much, just letting you know in this way that I know about your and Craven’s plans. But don’t court death, understand?"

Lucian said in a deep voice, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lake chuckled, "Playing dumb will only make me act, not make me patient enough to explain. But this time, I’ll make an exception for you. Listen carefully: abandon your plan to ambush Emilia during the upcoming full moon ritual. Agree or disagree?"

"What?"

Katherine heard her father’s words, looked at Lucian, and then sneered, "Can he beat my mother?"

According to the normal procedure.

The three elders, Marcus, Viktor, and Emilia, rotated every hundred years. To ensure a smooth slumber, the three elders would undertake some auxiliary tasks in the final stage of their term, such as lowering their Blood Essence to the lowest possible level to facilitate their deep sleep.

But this was the normal procedure, based on the premise that the three elders were still ordinary vampires.

Was Emilia still an ordinary vampire?

She wasn’t afraid of sunlight, nor of mercury, and could even soak in a hot spring in broad daylight.

In the original plot, Emilia’s stunning debut was followed by her death at the hands of Lucian and others precisely because Emilia’s strength had already dropped below freezing point at that time.

And now?

If Lucian were to go there, it would be no different from delivering himself to his death.

However…

This was also something Lake did not wish to see.

If Lucian were gone, who would be the pawn to kill Viktor and Marcus?

Would Lake do it himself?

He could, but that would give others a reason to criticize him. When the directors of the Vampire Council and other vampires saw that, they would think, "Wow, it looks like Emilia wants to establish a dictatorship."

Lake wanted Emilia to smoothly take over the VAM Consortium, not a fractured one.

Lucian’s eyes flickered.

This was something he and Craven had discussed yesterday. How did this person know?

Could it be…

Lake sized up Lucian’s eyes. "Are you suspecting that Craven, who became your best buddy the moment you met, sold you out?"

Lucian looked up at Lake.

Lake continued to smile and said, "Don’t go looking for death. You can go kill Viktor and Marcus. I’ve never understood one thing: since you and Craven are best buddies, why didn’t you just directly finish off those two bats who are in slumber? Craven is the second-in-command of the Vampire Council. I think creating an opportunity for you to lead the werewolf army to attack, then Craven awakens Viktor and Marcus, and you kill them – this should be a simple matter."

Lucian: "…"