As blood dripped from Bologue’s hands, the Bloodthirsty creatures bared their fangs at him, wary of this suddenly appearing formidable enemy. Bologue, however, appeared indifferent, as if he couldn’t see them at all.

Once, Bologue might have had to wrestle with such adversaries, but now he was a Negative Power User, and the extraordinary power that crossed the threshold was enough to erase all obstacles.

Bologue strode toward Kemp, and as he advanced, the ether of the Negative Power User spread to every inch around him. Just when the Bloodthirsty creatures were about to attack, they were instantly pinned down with crushing weight, as if a thousand pounds of gravity pressed upon them. They twisted and contorted, pinned down hard.

With each step Bologue took, like a heavy hammer pounding repetitively on a chest, the gravity on the Bloodthirsty increased sharply. Amid their wails, their bodies were pressed tightly against the ground, bones cracking, ribs piercing through flesh, and limbs twisted and compressed.

They painfully bowed their heads, their skulls against the ground, blood rushing into their brains, eyes bloodshot, even weeping bloody tears.

A light crack was heard as one Bloodthirsty’s body was completely flattened, as if crushed by an invisible giant foot, its flesh became a mangled mess, its innards exploded, leaving a bloody trail on the ground.

More cracking sounds followed, as one by one the Bloodthirsty were crushed into bloody patties, unable to even launch an attack from beginning to end.

Blood surged and spread. As Bologue entered the chamber filled with flesh and blood, he heard a strange noise from above. A Bloodthirsty creature had hidden well, not covered by Bologue’s ether, and at that moment, it descended from above to launch an attack on Bologue.

Just as the deadly claws were about to slit Bologue’s throat, the Bloodthirsty’s figure suddenly froze in mid-air, and then blood-red blades exploded from its body, slicing it into pieces.

Qico watched this slowly descending figure nervously, his presence exerting an oppressive sense far beyond what the Night Race could bestow, like a true Death God, with every step forward taking countless lives.

Gripping the firearm in her hand, Qico felt her heart pounding violently. As the safe distance between them shrank, Qico almost instinctively raised her gun. Just as she was about to aim at Bologue, a tremendous force seized her hand, immobilizing her. She tried to pull the trigger, but couldn’t perform even such a simple action.

"Don’t be nervous, newcomer, I’m not your enemy."

Bologue raised his hand, and the firearm was directly swept from Qico’s grasp, landing in a nearby pool of blood.

Qico stared blankly at Bologue as he walked right past her and helped Kemp up.

"Why is it you?" Kemp didn’t understand why his distress call had brought this man here.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?" Bologue said.

"Passing by here? Are you serious?"

"I’m serious. You know how hectic the Field Operations Department has been recently, desperately short on manpower, with some action groups and teams occasionally encountering unexpected incidents... I’m like a fire brigade right now, going wherever I’m needed."

A rumbling noise came from beneath Bologue’s feet, the ground began to rise, and the ceiling above split like petals, revealing a dim gleam.

The bricks underfoot transformed into a platform, rising swiftly.

"Did you just come along the way to save me?" Kemp asked.

"Sort of."

Bologue looked up at the gradually widening view, "A few hours ago, I was hunting the Night Race in a nearby village. After receiving the distress call, I came straight away."

"How many of the Night Race did you slay during that time?" Kemp continued to ask.

Bologue glanced down at him, "It’s a bit hard to keep count, these Night Race members are extremely scattered. As long as they possess a certain lineage, they can raise a Bloodthirsty army, like a plague."

He paused for a moment, "I must’ve cut down hundreds, if not thousands, of Bloodthirsty, but truly bloodlined members of the Night Race, just a handful. These bastards know exactly how to drain our energy."

Since the Decline Plague event six months ago, a series of extraordinary conflict incidents have erupted within the Rhine Alliance. Moreover, with the increasing ether concentration, some areas are showing signs of potential extraordinary disasters.

Among these disturbing messages, the most crucial is the reappearance of the Night Race.

Earlier, when Bologue headed to the Wind Source Highlands, he encountered the Night Race, whose activities were then confined to the vicinity of the Wind Source Highlands. But after the Decline Plague event, they reappeared in the mortal realm as if they had consolidated their strength.

Even though more than a hundred years have passed since the Dawn War, no one dares to underestimate these terrifying creatures.

That forbidden lineage seems to possess magic power, luring everyone in. With just a hint of temptation, the human heart will be captured by the Devil.

Under the power of blood donation, as long as they possess a certain lineage, the Night Race can spread their bloodline among humans. After several generations of degradation, a large number of Bloodthirsty are produced.

With this plague-like infectivity, often just one Night Race member can contaminate a village or town, endlessly affecting it. Recently, the Order Bureau has been dedicating all its energy towards dealing with these Night Race members, even mobilizing the Extraordinary Clans and Secret Societies.

They have no choice but to heed the Order Bureau’s call.

Now, Bologue’s job is like that of an executioner, wherever there are signs of the Night Race running rampant, he is sent to cut the enemies into pieces.

No matter how much Bologue enjoys this job, in the never-ending bloodthirsty slaughter, Bologue also feels somewhat weary, not to mention that to him now, some things are more important than killing.

Bologue didn’t continue to dwell on it.

The three of them reached the ground, by now the outside villages had turned into a sea of fire.

The flames roared, black smoke billowed, and the sky seemed to be dyed a blood-red color, the red light shining on the ground evoked an indescribable fear, as if the whole world trembled under the threat of an apocalypse.

The fire consumed houses, trees, vehicles, and other items, emitting hissing and explosive sounds, oil and gas tanks burst open, sparks flying like countless demonic claws of devils, grabbing everything and dragging them into the sea of fire.

The entire village was shrouded under thick smoke, and people could only open their mouths wide, trying to breathe in some fresh air. The tragic scene caused by the fire disaster was unimaginable, but even more terrifying was the wailing of those who had lost their loved ones, a sorrow that words could not describe.

"When I received the report, there was only a small presence of the Night Race, but by the time we arrived and went deeper, most of the village had been corrupted," Kemp murmured.

"I saw it on the way here," Bologue said, "you’ve done your best."

In the center of the village, a huge pyre was built, heaps of bodies were thrown into the flames, turning into ashes. As Bologue arrived on the battlefield, alongside him were a few field staff and a large number of logistics department personnel.

The destruction of a village is certainly newsworthy enough to grab headlines. During this time, the logistics department had also been working overtime; every time the field staff cleared out a nest, they would immediately fill in and clean up the battlefield.

"I thought you came alone."

Kemp looked at the orderly handling on site, feeling surprised.

"How could that be."

Bologue said as he looked toward the train station in the distance, where an armed train was stationed.

To respond to urgent incidents in various regions, the railway system of the Rhine Alliance had recently been entirely at the Order Bureau’s disposal. Field staff scattered around could go anywhere, and within moments, a train would take them forward, equipped with a large number of logistics department personnel to handle the battlefield for them.

Bologue relied on this convenient transportation to reach the battlefield so swiftly.

"You should rest first."

Medical personnel carried a stretcher over, Bologue set Kemp down and then said to Qico, "Take care of your captain."

Qico nodded nervously, realizing through their conversation who this fearsome man was, a legendary figure from the Field Operations Department.

Bologue had no time to bother with the newcomer’s admiration but looked gravely into the village.

The Night Race was a troublesome bunch, their Undying Power stemming primarily from the blood they possessed, meaning these beings were never truly at peace even in death. Once someone ingests their blood, they become part of the Night Race, most often transforming into inferior Bloodthirsty.

The thick scent of blood lingered at Bologue’s nose, the bloody odor nearly suffusing him completely.

In the blaze, a figure walked quickly toward Bologue.

It was a particularly disheveled individual, like a jungle explorer, with messy hair and a wild beard, looking almost like a fur-laden gorilla. His skin was much darker from long sun exposure, yet his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Is it all over, Yoni?" Bologue asked.

Yoni nodded, gesturing to Bologue, "We can leave now."

The man in front of him, resembling a black gorilla, was a new friend Bologue had recently made, part of his long-distance task. The two met days ago when Bologue first encountered Yoni, who was lying near death deep within the forest.

Behind Yoni, the entire forest had been flattened; innumerable massive trees lay toppled as if a giant had fallen there... No giant had fallen here.

What existed was merely a high-concentration Ethereal Vortex Point, defused before it could evolve into an Extraordinary Disaster.

It was guided away by Yoni.

The unleashed ether flattened the forest and nearly killed the unlucky Yoni. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Bologue exerted great effort to extract him from that dire environment, which was also his first encounter with a member of the eighth group, the Disaster Warning Team.