Chapter 316: Chapter 19: Thirteen Blood Moon Kingdoms, Dark Tides and Crisis

An eerie, blood-red light shone upon the land.

The desolate ruins of the Wilderness, which should have been dead silent at this hour, were surging with a tide of people—no, to be precise, a Beast Tide.

Across the ruined Wilderness, a vast number of Blood-Origin Blood Beasts were being continuously summoned by the Blood Race.

And what was required to summon these Blood Beasts was a large number of humans, enslaved and ’farmed’ by the Blood Race.

"No, no!! Great Blood God, merciful Lord, we are your devout Blood Servants! Why are you doing this to us...?"

"I don’t want to die!!! SOB... Why?! Just why is any of this happening?!!!"

"..."

Throngs of humans were driven by the Blood Race to different parts of the Wilderness Territory, where they were quickly lined up and drained of all their blood.

The Blood Race controlled the blood, forcing it to seep into the earth. Then, under waves of mysteriously glowing halos, one Blood-Origin Blood Beast after another emerged from beneath the ground.

The Blood Race advanced, and with every region they crossed, they sacrificed a batch of humans to the so-called Earth Mother Goddess.

In turn, the Earth Mother Goddess quickly responded to the Blood Race’s offerings, birthing an endless stream of Blood-Origin Blood Beasts of varying strength.

In short, through these sacrificial summons, the complete blood of about ten ordinary humans could conjure a Blood-Origin Blood Beast that was four to five meters long and two to three meters tall.

At this moment, high in the sky, three members of the High-level Blood Race were looking down on everything happening in the region under their charge.

"What a waste!"

"If these humans had been used properly, the three of us could have been promoted by another rank soon. Such a pity..."

"Tell me about it. We spent nearly fifty years raising them. It wasn’t easy to build a population of over a hundred thousand humans, and now they’re all gone."

Of the three members of the High-level Blood Race, two were watching the current situation, clearly pained by the loss.

"Alright, Thirteen, Twenty-eight, stop fixating on these minor benefits."

"Humans are indeed a bit difficult to raise, but this mission, at least, is a direct order from the Prince himself."

"If everything goes smoothly, what do these humans even matter?"

"Putting aside the Prince’s reward, just think: once we break through the human Giant Wall in our sector, will we be short on humans?"

"So look at the bigger picture! These current losses are nothing more than a stepping stone to a higher rank."

"The Benitez family hasn’t produced a Marquis-rank Bloodline in a very long time. Now, our chance has finally come!"

’A Marquis.’

Within the Blood Race, this rank was second only to Prince and Duke, equivalent to a provincial Governor.

Currently, the Blood Race was known to have thirteen Blood Ancestors, which also meant that there were Thirteen Blood Moon Kingdoms in the world.

But in the Thirteen Blood Moon Kingdoms, the Blood Ancestors almost never concerned themselves with external affairs.

Therefore, in any given Blood Moon Kingdom, it was generally the Princes who would convene to discuss matters and hold the power of life and death over the entire kingdom.

And the Benitez family, a clan of Count-rank Blood Race, was currently located within the Hamilton Blood Moon Country.

The Hamilton Blood Moon Country had a very simple structure.

It was currently known to have only five Blood Race Princes.

Eight Dukes, and twenty-nine Marquises.

And only those at the rank of Marquis or higher were the true holders of power within the Blood Race.

After all, only a Marquis could possess a relatively autonomous territory—that is, to have their own Vassal State and hold the authority to decide all matters within it.

Below the rank of Marquis, even a so-called old-guard family like the Benitez Earl Family, to which the three belonged, were little more than glorified muscle.

Once they were on a battlefield, it wasn’t out of the question for their entire clan to be sent out.

After all, there was no such thing as morality within the Blood Race.

If a Marquis felt that someone beneath them might threaten their position, or even had the potential to become autonomous, the first obstacle they had to overcome was the Marquis to whom their own territory directly answered.

Thus, within the Blood Race, it was normally very difficult for anyone to overcome this hurdle.

However, if a great hunt were to break out—that is, an all-out war between the Blood Race and the Human Race—then under such circumstances, an opportunity would arise for the lower-ranking members of the Blood Race!

Just like the present situation, the three scions of the Benitez Earl Family had received an order: to have all the ’farm-cities’ under their jurisdiction launch an attack on the Giant Wall in their sector.

Their primary objective was to conquer the human border town of ’Brighton’ if at all possible.

This order had not come from a Duchy, but from an envoy of the First Prince of the Blood Race, Edwin Oliveira.

The operation was semi-public, and also separate from the main chain of command.

Because in this war, only the region under their control would be launching an attack on the human Giant Wall.

As for the reason why, the envoy didn’t say, but the Prince’s verbal edict was genuine.

The Blood Race had their own ways of verifying such things.

Furthermore, the local Blood Race Duchy would not interfere with their operation in any way.

In other words, for this war, the three of them actually possessed the greatest authority and freedom.

Faced with this sudden military order, which they saw as a godsend, the three had neither the right nor the reason to refuse.

Thus, as soon as the verbal edict was passed down, the three of them proactively arranged this attack on the Giant Wall near the small human city of Brighton.

First, they had ambushed six Blood Hunter Corps in this sector. And then, tonight, they would make the final preparations for the attack.

All they had to do was wait for dawn tomorrow.

Then, the great army of the Blood Race would descend upon the Giant Wall.