28: mad!

The wolves had not yet arrived, but their voices came first.

As the voices faded, it wasn't long before Kruto arrived with a large group of Werewolves, rushing up to where Locke Galahad and the others were.

Upon arrival, he immediately scanned Claube and the other four, giving a subtle nod when he saw Locke Galahad.

Locke Galahad remained calm, gently pressing his hand downward to signal Kruto to hold his position for now.

"It is not the time yet, wait a while longer."

Emilia, watching the Werewolves that had already approached, felt a flash of anger, confusion, and bewilderment cross her face, which finally settled into unwillingness:

"Claube, do you know what you are doing? You are courting death."

"You foul bitch, do you have any right to speak now?"

Seeing that the masks were off, Claube stopped pretending and retorted with a cold face:

"Hmph, do you take me for a child! Since I dared to do this, I naturally have no fear. At this point, do not think about using your identity as an Elder to suppress me."

"We received news long ago that your strength is likely less than one-tenth of what it used to be."

"This... you..." Emilia was speechless, a flash of horror crossing her eyes as she realized someone in the Secret Cult had betrayed her.

Even Locke Galahad could feel her anger through the heaving of Emilia's chest.

"How we know? That is none of your concern."

Claube sneered, then went on to explain his reason for being willing to take the risk:

"I have long found you high-and-mighty Elders distasteful,"

"Lord Kraven promised us that as long as we overthrow you, the five of us will take your places."

The other Vampires beside him also began to laugh contemptuously.

This act was no less than the merit of supporting a new ruler, which made them feel a bit giddy.

Among them was a somewhat sleazy Vampire with a sharp, monkey-like face and a hooked nose,

who stared greedily, scanning back and forth between Emilia and the female Vampire in noble attire behind her,

finally swallowing his saliva and licking his lips as he said:

"Brother Claube, I see that these two bitches are quite voluptuous. Killing them just like this is letting them off too easily, otherwise..."

Claube seemed indifferent, his expression cold as he glared at him:

"What time is it now, and you are still blinded by lust? If the mission fails because of this, Lord Kraven will not spare us."

"Haha, never mind then. I mainly wanted to let you, Brother, taste what a high-ranking and powerful woman like Emilia tastes like."

The man scratched his head awkwardly, but the fire of desire in his eyes remained scorching.

Hearing this, both Emilia and the female Vampire behind her couldn't help but reveal a look of determination in their eyes.

For a woman, sometimes losing her chastity is more painful than death.

Especially for Emilia, if she were to be humiliated by her own subordinates, or even by weaklings whose strength was far inferior to her own under normal circumstances,

that would be an immense humiliation for her.

If the opponent's strength were greater than hers before she had issues, she could at least console herself.

Seeing the man say this, Claube also felt tempted, so he greedily scanned Emilia's rather alluring figure,

especially the eye-catching "headlights" on Emilia that made his heart race uncontrollably:

"I say, Lady Emilia, why don't you just submit to me? If you submit to me, I will let you die very easily,"

"Otherwise... I will throw you under the sun and let you taste the most cruel way to die."

Hearing this, a trace of despair flashed in Emilia's eyes.

Dying under the sun is the cruelest and most torturous punishment in the world for a Vampire.

Once exposed to ultraviolet rays, a Vampire's skin will burn,

and the entire process is as if one were stuffed into the hottest magma, not ending until they are completely reduced to ashes.

In fact, under normal circumstances, Emilia's strength, combined with the few people behind her, could completely handle Claube and his five men.

But because she recently obtained a special secret technique from a certain mysterious organization, her own strength was greatly reduced before she successfully cultivated it,

even becoming extremely weak; otherwise, how could it have come to this?

Claube waited for a long while, then said with a slightly frivolous tone: "How about it, have you considered it? If you submit to me, I can consider letting your few followers behind you live."

That sleazy Vampire and the remaining three also stared at Emilia's group with lustful eyes.

Emilia looked back, and the three people behind her also revealed looks of being ready to face death, nodding at her:

"Absolutely impossible, I would rather die."

Locke Galahad stood to the side without speaking, just watching quietly. After all, he wanted to subdue Emilia, so naturally, he could not intervene before she encountered the greatest crisis.

Kruto, on the side, scratched his ear, his expression very impatient: "Are you done yet? Can you hurry up and do it? I am still rushing back to eat meat with my big brother."

Naturally, he was not urging Claube and his five men, but giving a secret signal to Locke Galahad.

Therefore, when he said this, he subtly directed his gaze at Locke Galahad, asking for his opinion.

Locke Galahad shook his head slightly, signaling that it was not yet time.

Claube, who was at the height of his arrogance, thought Kruto was urging him, so he looked at him with a fawning and somewhat ingratiating expression:

"Lord Kruto, please give me a little more time, I will handle it very soon."

"Tsk."

Kruto curled his lips, not bothering to look at him.

Honestly, if it weren't for Lucien telling him that he must cooperate with Locke Galahad the whole time, he would have already taken action.

Claube suffered a setback here, so he turned his eyes back to Emilia and the others, threatening them viciously with a sideways glance:

"Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for not considering old ties."

After speaking, he turned his head toward Locke Galahad, saying with contempt: "Right, I almost forgot about you, kid. You go over there and go to hell with them too."

With that, he shoved Locke Galahad out, exposing him to the gun barrels along with Emilia's group.

Locke Galahad remained expressionless, neither afraid nor flustered, just standing quietly beside Emilia and the others, without saying a word.

Seeing his performance, Claube couldn't help but sneer: "This kid hasn't been scared silly, has he?"

"He probably has never seen such a scene in his entire life."

"It's a good thing he's scared silly, otherwise he would have peed himself by now."

The few Vampires on the side immediately followed suit.

Of course, mocking was mocking, but their gun barrels had not lowered for a single second from beginning to end.

Kruto, on the side, saw Locke Galahad being mocked, and a playful expression couldn't help but appear on his face.

He suddenly felt that seeing such a scene made this trip not seem so boring after all.

Seeing that the time was about right, Kruto cast a glance toward Locke Galahad, but just as he looked over, he discovered that Locke Galahad, standing opposite him, had now turned into an evil spirit in the night, his expression indifferent, but a pair of crimson eyes were so cold that they made people tremble.

Even he, at this moment, seemed to have the feeling of being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Locke Galahad turned a blind eye to Kruto's gaze, making no reaction, then slowly raised his head and abruptly blurted out a sentence: "Are you... done talking!"