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Bai left.
Garen sat in his chair, lost in a long silence. He remained half-convinced by Bai's words, but as Bai had said, Garen had already sensed something was amiss. For instance, in recent days, he felt a growing aversion to cooked food, an unquenchable thirst for Clear Water, and even the sight of the vampires feeding outside his window stirred an inexplicable impulse within him.
This also served as an explanation for his Fighting Spirit's uniqueness. After all, Garen's Fighting Spirit was exceptionally pure; unless influenced by another force, it should not lose its sensitivity. Furthermore, the essence of the Holy War System was Holy and combat. If the dark attributes unique to vampires emerged, it would make sense that he could not summon it.
How could this happen?
Garen felt somewhat helpless but showed no signs of sadness. No matter how great the challenge, rather than wasting time in anguish, it was better to think about how to resolve it. Since the power of the vampires could integrate into his Fighting Spirit, perhaps there was also a way to expel it.
The Holy Eye could effectively suppress Blood Power, but only for a brief five minutes, and such usage would not be endless; one day, the Holy Eye might fail.
Garen pinched the bridge of his nose and temporarily set this matter aside, picking up the intelligence reports to read.
The immediate priority was to leave this place as soon as possible. Even if Garen successfully restored his Fighting Spirit within the Solomon Clan's stronghold, it would only alert the formidable vampires.
The content of the intelligence was very detailed; however, most of it was already known to Garen. Indeed, that guard Soul had high efficiency; within just a week, he had nearly uncovered most of the lower-level vampire hierarchy. For example, in that Healing Chamber, there was actually a special barrier suppressing powers, which was why those warriors from various clans could not use their abilities. The unique way to open this barrier lay within a certain high-ranking official's office.
What truly caught Garen's attention were the four exits of the ancient castle. According to the reports he received, they were named: Greed's Gate, Gate of Hatred, Gate of Slaughter, and Death Gate.
In past years, as the Solomon Clan gradually declined, they often faced infiltration from spies of other clans who seized opportunities to steal various resources from Solomon. Therefore, when Su Ye appeared, the first thing he did was seal off these four gates and ordered powerful and loyal subordinates to guard them. Only after that did he proceed to cleanse the severely weakened Solomon.
In a true sense, the defensive power at Solomon's four gates could almost rival that of the Inner Fortress's elite forces. Just those four vampire Guardians were carefully selected strong individuals by Su Ye himself; even the weakest among them possessed nearly Third Tier strength. More importantly, these four Guardians acted decisively; if anyone showed intent to enter or exit without a pass, they would be killed on the spot.
It was said that even merely peeking at the gates from afar could result in having one's eyes gouged out or tongue cut off by these four leaders under charges of spying on secrets and being thrown into dungeons.
Although these rumors were somewhat exaggerated, their authenticity could not be doubted; this was clearly documented in the intelligence provided by Bai.
Under the command of the four elite Guardians, there were two captains among them. After Su Ye's bloody conquest of Solomon, these captains were certainly not comparable to the old John of years past. Each one was an exceptional warrior, forged in the fires of battle, possessing both talent and strength. Below them was a guard team composed of nearly a hundred loyal individuals, each willing to lay down their lives for Solomon.
According to idle chatter overheard by the guard Soul, a few months prior, a prince from a powerful clan sought entry into Solomon to find someone. However, lacking a pass, he was severely injured on the spot by the vengeful Guardians. Had it not been for the arrival of an elder from his clan, it might have sparked a conflict between the two clans.
What was most intriguing was Su Ye's attitude afterward. She not only failed to apologize to that clan but instead led a large group of elites into their ancient castle, placing a blade against the neck of the injured prince and issuing an ultimatum: obtain a pass within a week or face death.
What happened next remained unknown, as Su Ye left the castle shortly after and returned gravely injured, never having stepped out of her room since.
In summary, Solomon placed great importance on guarding against the four major clans. Any unauthorized entry would not end well.
...
After carefully reading through the intelligence report, Garen tossed it into the fire pit until the last scrap of paper turned to ash before retracting his gaze.
It was clearly impossible to force his way out. If he resorted to other means, things would become much more complicated. After all, Garen faced an almost insurmountable challenge. If he still retained his peak strength, there might have been a glimmer of hope; however, in his current state...
Garen fell silent for a moment before deciding to explore the power of blood. Although he would eventually find a way to rid himself of it, for now, it could serve as an aid.
Thump! Thump! His heart raced violently as an ancient and unique power surged from every drop of blood within him, reminiscent of when he first comprehended Bervant Blood—it felt like it was about to boil...
At the same time, an intense hunger washed over him! Garen's eyes fixated on the corner of the table where a vial filled with blood remained!
Drink it! Drink it! A seductive voice whispered in his ear as Garen's breathing quickened. He felt that if he consumed this vial of blood, it would instantly satiate his hunger and invigorate his life...
Just as Garen's hand was about to touch the vial, he suddenly clenched his fist and knocked it away. The bright red liquid splattered across half the wall as the vial shattered into pieces.
Gasping for breath, Garen's crimson gaze gradually faded. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed that overwhelming impulse.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that the feeling completely faded away.
Garen looked at the blood on the ground, still sensing a desire deep within him, but he had made up his mind to never use Blood Power.
...
In the blink of an eye, five days had passed.
During these days, Old John had been feeling quite miserable. Although he was well aware of his own character and would spend a few days each month impulsively seeking out bloodline women to satisfy his needs, he considered this a normal male desire that wasn't usually too intense.
However, in the past few nights, he found himself repeatedly dreaming the same dream. In it, the figure was Selenaia, the Handmaiden from the Healing Chamber. She wore a tight black outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, her golden wavy hair tied back, revealing her fair neck... Her exquisite features bore a seductive expression as she beckoned Old John with her finger.
Old John lunged forward, and then experienced something wonderful.
But unfortunately, when Old John woke up, he realized it had all been just a dream. At first, he didn't think much of it and would fantasize about Selenaia's figure with a chuckle. However, to his surprise, he found himself having the same dream for several consecutive nights!
Good heavens! Was his desire for Selenaia so intense?
Old John didn't consider himself a paragon of virtue, but he certainly wasn't a beast driven solely by lust... The most troubling part was that Selenaia held a high position in the Healing Chamber; whenever it was her turn to be on duty during the weekends, she hardly needed any other Handmaidens to manage the Other Races.
To entertain any inappropriate thoughts about her? Old John wanted to live for a few more years!
One morning, when Old John awoke, his eyes were bloodshot. In anger, he grabbed the cup beside him and smashed it onto the floor.
Damn it... that dream again... that woman Selenaia again!
Cursing under his breath, Old John got dressed and stepped out of his room as usual. Normally, other lower-tier bloodlines would greet him warmly, but today everyone seemed to avoid him as if they had seen a ghost. From an outsider's perspective, Old John appeared disheveled with unkempt hair and haggard features; his eyes were bloodshot as if he were a "wretched" old vampire...
"How did I end up here?" Unbeknownst to him, Old John had somehow walked into the Healing Chamber.
It must be that damned dream! Selenaia is not a woman to be trifled with; at this rate, he would end up getting himself killed!
Old John scolded himself angrily in his mind, but his narrowed eyes continued to scan the Healing Chamber, glancing over each Handmaiden. Unfortunately, today was not the weekend, and he did not find the person he wanted to see.
Just as Old John was about to leave with a face full of disappointment, a languid voice drifted over.
"Old John, what happened to you?" Selenaia passed by with a group of Handmaidens, frowning as she spoke. "If you're sick, you should be in line."
Old John's dull eyes glinted with a wolf-like intensity.
...
It wasn't just Old John; Jack had been experiencing the same dream over the past few days.
However, unlike Old John, Jack encountered neither wealth nor the opposite sex in his dreams. More accurately, he saw nothing at all.
It was a pitch-black space, where the sound of wailing winds echoed around him, as if a voice whispered softly in Jack's ear...
"Do you wish to gain power?"
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