Chapter 302 - Chapter 302: Chapter 296, Kong Yong _1

Chapter 302: Chapter 296, Kong Yong _1

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Two hours ago.

Crescent Heights, Burnes Village number four.

The management system of Crescent Heights differs from the outside world.

Every Blood Clan member is responsible for their own village.

The villagers are more like slaves raised by the Blood Clan, having to complete assigned tasks and pay blood-tax on time.

If other Blood Clan members cross the boundary to seize population or collect blood they are not entitled to, this could lead to conflict.

Burnes Village number four.

This is the fourth village managed by Blood Clan member ‘Burnes1.

Inside a simple dwelling.

“Captain, this girl won’t last much longer.” says a pale-blooded individual wearing a heavy hood.

In front of the pale-blood, lies a pale, thin girl.

She is in a deep coma due to excessive bleeding.

But the pale-blood continues to draw blood, letting fresh red blood fill the containers.

The pale-blood referred to as the captain looks up at the unconscious girl.

He then glances to the side where two withered corpses lie. These were the girl’s parents, who had also had their blood forcibly drained until they died.

The captain just looks at them, and calmly says, “Since she’s like this anyway, just drain her until she dies. The castle needs corpses. We can send her there when the time comes.”

“Alright, we’ll do as the captain says.” says the pale-blood, as he continues to draw blood from the girl.

BANG!

Just then.

The door is forcefully swung open, and a young man bursts in.

He glances at the two corpses on the floor.

His gaze then lands on the two pale-blood and the unconscious girl.

“Kong Yong, have you had enough of your life, don’t you see we’re working here?”

The pale-blood are the Blood Clan’s guard dogs and the enforcers of Crescent Heights.

Nobody here would dare to provoke them.

“Sir, if we keep drawing, she will die. I will make up for whatever is missing.” says Kong Yong, rolling up his sleeve.

“Get lost! Your turn will come soon.” The pale-blood curses, before resuming his work.

At the sound of the curse, Kong Yong’s gaze narrows.

He gives a signal to one of his remaining militia members while silently drawing the silver dinner knife concealed at his waist.

The dinner knife had been sharpened to a sharp point, razor-edged.

In the next second, he leaps at the captain, covering his mouth.

The dinner knife pierces his neck.

The silver dinner knife cuts through the skin, causing the Pale-blood’s neck to swell and rupture.

Kong Yong stabs again and again, turning the pale-blood captain’s neck into a bloody mess.

On the side, the militiaman is already engaged in a brawl with another pale­blood.

Kong Yong quickly steps forward.

He stabs the dinner knife into the pale-blood’s heart.

Both pale-bloods are dead, the room reeking of thick blood.

Luckily, the village houses are separate, so they wouldn’t attract other pale­bloods for now.

Kong Yong, out of breath, hears the rustling noises outside the door.

He takes a deep breath and says, “You clean up here, I’ll go explain to the villagers. We must leave before dark.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Walking outside, a number of villagers have already gathered.

They look pale and quite perturbed as they watch Kong Yong.

The village is small, with not many inhabitants.

A lot of them must have heard the screams of the pale-blood just now.

“Everyone listen to me. This time, the Blood Clan wants to reduce the number of villages. They plan to drain everyone’s blood and kill us all. Maji’s parents are already dead in the house, you all can go in and see.” Kong Yong sits down and starts to speak.

None of the people below actually go to check, they just stand there in silence.

Kong Yong continues, “I have already found a way out. Before dark is our only chance. Everyone, follow me and we’ll go live in the city of humans.”

“Can we really get out?” a villager asks.

“Yes, I wouldn’t joke about my own life. Everyone, goback and pack your things. I’ll go confirm the route again, and come back at noon to lead you all out.” Kong Yong’s gaze hardens and he warns in a cold voice, “Please watch each other. If anyone snitches to the Blood Clan, none of us will make it.”

The villagers hesitate for a moment.

But he still didn’t have any other options, so he could only agree and nod his head.

Kong Yong slung his backpack over his shoulders, opened the large map in the Book of Lords and started walking towards the border.

He pressed onward.

He could feel the mist becoming increasingly thin.

He should be nearing the edge now.

Thinking about finally leaving this damned place, his steps lightened considerably.

He dutifully leaped over the shrub in front of him, covering great distance in one single jump.

However!

As soon as he landed, the color drained from Kong Yong’s face.

A dense force of white bone soldiers had blocked his way.

What the damn hell was happening?

He instantly turned around and started running.

But after only two steps, a formidable force knocked him down. A chilling dagger pried his mouth open and a bony finger started probing his teeth.

“Human, and not a thin-blooded one either.” The Blood Hunter casually tossed Kong Yong in front of Demitrija.

The disoriented human on the ground was in his twenties and had been thrown around mercilessly by the Blood Hunter.

Demitrija looked at the human on the ground and said: “I ask, you answer. If you answer well, I will let you live.”

The sight of a Lizardman slightly startled the human, causing him to take two steps back.

However, compared to the seemingly infinite army of white bones, a single Lizardman wasn’t so terrifying.

The human nodded, indicating that he understood.

“What is your name?” Demitrija asked.

“Kong Yong.”

While answering, Kong Yong’s pupils suddenly constricted.

[Ancient Blade – Demitrija (Orange Tier 8 Hero)]

And the Bat Wing Skeleton that had been probing his teeth was also a hero.

[Blood Hunter (Blue Tier 5)]

What the hell was going on?

He had only seen green hero templates shared in the district channel before.

But now, two heroes had appeared at once.

And the Lizardman leading them was an orange tier hero.

“Alright, Kong Yong, why are you here?” Demitrija continued to interrogate.

Kong Yong carefully assessed his chances of escaping, before honestly answering: “I am trying to escape this mist.”

“So, you live here?”

“Yes, I live in a nearby village. The Blood Clan recently increased the blood tax, and many villagers have already died from excessive bloodletting. I am hoping to find a way out,” Kong Yong explained.

To the transmigrators, who were more adaptable in their mindset,

The Blood Clans who sucked human blood, seemed a lot less fearsome compared to these Lizardmen and undead.

“Good! Kong Yong, I can sense your bravery. If you were born in a human city, you would have been a righteous warrior, or perhaps even a hero,” Demitrija said.

Kong Yong furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden praise from the Lizardman.

“Kong Yong, we need a guide right now, someone who can show us the way.”, said Demitrija before Kong Yong could say anything.

Kong Yong, who had just stood up, lost his balance upon hearing the words.

A skeleton immediately supported his arms from behind.

“So, what do you think?”

Swallowing his saliva, Kong Yong asked quietly, “Are you looking to cause trouble for the Blood Clan?”

“Yes, a lot of trouble.”

Kong Yong remained silent for a moment before raising his head, “Fine. I can guide you. But first, help me rescue the villagers. Once darkness falls, the Blood Clan will kill them.”

“That’s acceptable. With you here, we can distinguish between villagers and blood slaves.”

After glancing around, Kong Yong hesitated before asking, “Could I have a sword, just for self-defense?”

Demitrija handed him a gleaming silver one-handed sword.

The continuous bloodletting had kept Kong Yong weak for a long time. The weight of the sword felt like a burden in his hand.

“Alright, Kong Yong, now show me where your village is and where the Blood Clan is located.”

Kong Yong nodded and pointed in the direction.