National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

In her opinion, if they had to invite someone,

it would have been wiser to choose a more exceptional member from the Human Race Supremacy Association.

"The Human Race Supremacy Association is attempting to infiltrate the Lighthouse Empire,

and they’ve clashed with the Vampire Clan before.

Since they sent Uzi this time, they must have their reasons."

The speaker was Florian, leader of the Werewolf Clan and a rare man who excelled in both intelligence and martial might. He narrowed his eyes, his expression grave.

"But if we do this, letting the Human Race Supremacy Association get a foothold here,

won’t that just bring us endless trouble in the future?

Perhaps with their help, we really can eradicate the Vampire Clan,

but next time, we’ll most likely have to go head-to-head with the Human Race Supremacy Association.

In my eyes, the Human Race Supremacy Association is actually far more dangerous and unpredictable than the Vampire Clan."

The werewolf woman expressed her worries, her voice filled with anxiety.

She was deeply unsettled by the potential future complications,

and could even foresee a more brutal storm on the horizon.

"You’re not seeing the current situation clearly."

Florian slowly shook his head, a hint of resignation and depth in the motion.

His gaze pierced through the window of the Ancient Castle,

looking out at the vast, perfectly flat green wilderness beyond.

The wilderness shimmered with a captivating glow under the sunlight,

like a peaceful and idyllic sanctuary.

Florian knew that beneath this tranquil surface, hidden currents surged and dangers lurked everywhere.

Neither the Vampire Clan nor the Werewolf Clan

is suited to living long-term in densely populated areas,

so their headquarters and branches are mostly established in remote, desolate places."

Florian paused briefly before continuing. "The Vampire Clan,

from beginning to end, has always been the mortal enemy of our Werewolf Clan—a foe we can never coexist with.

Even if we agree to the Human Race Supremacy Association’s terms this time,

allowing their influence to seep into the Lighthouse Empire,

and even if we do become enemies with the Human Race Supremacy Association in the future,

this outsider won’t be an enemy to our Werewolf Clan alone.

They will inevitably become a thorn in the side of the other native powers in the Lighthouse Empire.

As of now, our Lighthouse Empire is a unique superpower on Blue Star.

The second-ranked is perhaps the Great Xia Empire in the east,

but the Great Xia Empire’s only true pillar of strength is Chu He.

Now, do you understand what I mean?"

Florian spoke eloquently,

but as he continued, he realized he was starting to stray from the main point and quickly stopped himself.

He turned his head, his gaze firm as he looked at the werewolf woman beside him with a hint of expectation and inquiry.

The werewolf woman frowned slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she said thoughtfully, "So what you’re saying is, Clan Leader,

the Vampire Clan is solely focused on being our enemy,

but if we can use this opportunity to completely eradicate them,

even letting the Human Race Supremacy Association into the Lighthouse Empire won’t pose a substantial threat to us.

Because as outsiders, they are bound to be jointly resisted and targeted by the other powers in the Lighthouse Empire.

Among our many enemies, we should prioritize dealing with the one with whom our feud is deepest and our hatred greatest,

rather than letting our fear of a potential future threat stop us."

"Yes."

Florian nodded slightly, his expression grave and profound.

"Clan Leader, Uzi from the Human Race Supremacy Association has arrived."

The werewolf woman’s phone suddenly vibrated twice.

She quickly took it out, glanced at the text message on the screen, and immediately reported to Florian.

Not long after,

on the wide, flat road outside the Ancient Castle,

a convoy of cars approached at high speed, like a long black serpent.

The dust kicked up by their wheels formed a hazy cloud under the sunlight.

The convoy drew closer, finally slowing to a stop directly in front of the Ancient Castle with a low screech of brakes.

As a car door slowly opened,

a burly man, like a moving iron tower, slowly emerged,

instantly becoming the center of attention.

He wore a wide robe that swayed gently in the wind.

From between the gaps in the fabric,

an indescribable, baleful aura surged out like a ferocious tide,

so tangible that it seemed to freeze the surrounding air and cause the temperature to plummet.

The man’s figure was tall and imposing, like a towering mountain, exuding an intense sense of pressure.

At the hem of his robe, faint spatters of blood were visible.

The color of the blood was deep yet vivid, appearing exceptionally striking under the sunlight.

The presence of these bloodstains

undoubtedly added an eerie and horrifying shade to his already terrifying image, sending a chill down one’s spine.

As he slowly climbed out of the car,

he turned, and in that instant, a large, powerful hand shot out like a pair of razor-sharp iron tongs,

and violently seized a snow-white ankle.

The ankle was slender and delicate;

beneath his massive palm, it looked so small and helpless it seemed it would snap with the slightest squeeze.

With a sudden, forceful tug of his arm,

the figure of a young girl was brutally dragged out of the car.

The girl was in a wretched state, her clothes tattered and hanging in disarray on her body.

Her skin, once as white and smooth as snow, was now covered in wounds—a miserable sight to behold.