Chapter 129: The Agile Great Bird

Although this sudden assault had some elements of coincidence, it forced the vampires to act with greater caution. Humans were not as weak as they had presumed, and the vampires certainly did not want to reach the point of having to seek Wu You’s assistance. They generally believed that doing so might be seen as incompetence by their supreme master, which was intolerable for any alchemical being.

Most of these vampires had been summoned by Wu You to the Eastern Realm, a great honor belonging to their kind. The remaining scattered members gathered to maintain and expand the effective organization already established. Each controlled several elite “servants,” whom they regularly injected with neuro-control toxins to ensure long-lasting control without compromising their lives.

Their legal identities and stable financial resources stemmed from this arrangement, but once under the influence of the neurotoxin, the servants exhibited slight unnaturalness in certain aspects and altered thinking patterns. They developed mild tendencies toward violence and bloodlust, which sometimes impaired their rational judgment. For this reason, individuals such as scientists were unsuitable candidates to become direct servants. Perhaps in the future, the master would transform them into their own kind, or the emergence of silver-class vampires would bring changes.

Daishan hoped to be the first silver-class vampire, not Visi.

...

In a ward at the New York Special Surgery Hospital, Bain lay pale on pristine white sheets, an IV bag hanging beside him. A red plastic tube infused the lifeblood into his body. He had just had a bullet removed from his leg—one of which had severed his left femoral artery. Were it not for the tourniquet from the command vehicle’s first aid kit tightly bound at his thigh, he would have already met his maker.

Thirty-six hours had passed since the failed operation when Bain weakly opened his eyes.

“He’s awake,” a police officer standing by his bedside immediately made a call.

Twenty minutes later, the New York Police Department chief and a plainclothes African American man entered the room. The bearded chief greeted his subordinate first.

“Bain, glad to see you awake.”

Bain moved his throat and croaked hoarsely, trying several times before speaking clearly:

“Are… the others alive?”

The chief handed him a cup of water, shaking his head.

“I wish I could say yes, but unfortunately not. Don’t be downhearted, Bain—you will be awarded the Medal of Honor. This FBI agent has some questions for you.”

The plainclothes man stepped forward.

“Hello, Bain Detective James. I’m Agent Robert. The case of the mad vampire attacks has officially been transferred to the FBI. We want to learn about the advanced weapons the terrorists used.”

“Terrorists?” Bain asked.

The agent nodded.

“Yes. This incident is massive—we lost many excellent officers, and it happened close to downtown New York. The news has already reported it, and the AVIS organization has claimed responsibility.”

“Bang...” Bain pounded the mattress fiercely with his drip-free right hand.

“Those bastards!”

“To prevent such tragedies from recurring, we need to understand the new equipment terrorists employ,” the agent said after a pause. “Especially a high-speed cutting weapon.”

Bain steadied his emotions.

“All right, I’ll tell you everything I know.”

...

What was Wu You up to?

Back to a few days earlier.

The number of meteors was far greater than expected.

Two distinctly enormous meteors entered the atmosphere. In volume, they far exceeded the meteor that had destroyed the hairy orangutan monster before.

Garuru was undoubtedly paying special attention to those two.

Each was approached rapidly by over a dozen mineral cannon shells emitting red light.

“Boom~”

“Boom~”

With two loud explosions, both meteors suddenly detonated, and two giant feathered avian creatures burst from the shattered stones, nimbly evading the barrage of mineral cannon fire.

“Boom.”

“Boom.”

“Boom.”

The sound of shells striking the shattered meteor fragments echoed.

“Damn, that’s cheating!” Wu You swore under his breath at the entrance of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

A piercing shriek rang out, the sound wave rippling even the thin upper atmosphere.

Whoosh whoosh—

Air was torn asunder in waves as two black birds with wingspans exceeding twenty meters, nearly identical in appearance, swooped directly toward the massive Kun target.

Salarso reached out his left pinky finger, scratched his ear, and then looked up at his unflinching, cold companion.

“Buddy, I think we’re in trouble.”

The lion-faced golem twisted its neck from side to side.

“Crackling... crackling...”

Muscles and bones emitted a fierce grinding sound.

“Ming Bei, fall back! Don’t get tangled up there.”

“And you two, watch for an opening—if you can kill one, that would be best.”

Wu You decisively ordered the Kun-class warship to retreat—not out of fear of the two abominations, but given the current situation, those flying creatures were difficult to kill. Moreover, the continuous meteor showers would likely keep increasing their numbers.

There was no need to prolong the ambush battle any further.

The two silver-class abominations did not intend to let Garuru and company escape, but upon approach, they did not immediately attack. Around the Kun’s massive body, they circled like sparrows fluttering around a skyscraper.

At a certain moment, the two large birds split their flight paths: one darting toward the upper back of the Kun, the other veering toward its eye.

“Woo woo woo~~”

Their wingbeats stirred fierce winds, blowing toward Garuru and Salarso.

Wu You was puzzled—did they intend to blow the silver creatures to death with wind?

Amidst the wing flaps, some feathers beneath the giant birds began to glow blue.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Countless dart-like feathers trailing blue light shot rapidly toward Garuru and Salarso.

The Primordial Demon shifted its foot, transforming into a blur. After only half a second of movement, its body rapidly shadowed and vanished.

“Ding ding ding ding...”

The sound was like countless nails striking metal plates.

Garuru raised its right arm to shield its eyes as the feathers struck its body, sparking a shower of sparks.

The dense assault suddenly ceased, and one of the cyan birds soared sharply upward.

Two black beams of light narrowly missed its original position, slicing the air to form two long, wavy rifts that took some time to heal.

“Nice reflexes, little bird,” Salarso’s voice rang out.

Elsewhere, employing the same attack method, the other giant bird relentlessly targeted the Kun’s eyes, but the latter closed its eyelids just in time.

Dense feather steel darts rained down like blue sparks onto Ming Bei’s thick eyelids.

Fine bloodlines appeared.

Compared to the thickness and density of the eyelids, this wound was negligible.

Through his observational mode, Wu You sensed that the Kun only felt a slight itch—not necessarily pain—from the attack. The blue substance on the feathers was strongly toxic.

The Kun sluggishly rotated its massive body, shifting the assault away from its eyelids.

Feathers striking its scales had no visible effect; not even a spark was produced, as if the scales absorbed the impact outright.