Final Boss

Chapter 127: Moston Hotel’s Restless Bloody Night (part 3)

Chapter 127: Moston Hotel’s Restless Bloody Night (part 3)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

Inside “Moston” Hotel, the assassins’ invasion had already turned into the hunting grounds of Bloodkin. Under the attack of Lucifer’s Bloodkin, these high-level assassins were killed. The entire “Moston” Hotel was filled with the dense odor of blood. Even those high-level assassins accustomed to massacre felt a strong discomfort. Screams reverberated throughout the hotel as if it were hell in the human world.

Light Church’s secret envoy squad rested in their room. At this moment, they had all fallen into a deep sleep. Before leaving the room, Clyde had put exquisite earplugs on the members of Light Church including the four saintesses in order to avoid having the commotion wake them up. In addition, he had increased the dosage of high-quality incense ignited in the room to cover the smell of blood. Like this, these beauties of Light Church wouldn’t have their sleep disturbed.

In the end, Clyde picked up their clothing along with the shoes and socks scattered on the carpet before locking them in the room’s wardrobe. Afterward, he left with the key. Like this, even if they woke up, they wouldn’t be able to run out of the room. Now, these beauties were wearing just extremely thin undergarments of the bold openwork appealing style. According to Clyde’s understanding, none among these members of Light Church was bold enough to casually stroll outside in such a state, especially when they wore the cross necklaces that proved their identities. It further limited the possibility of them leaving.

After completing this, Clyde carefully closed the door and left. Before walking away, he summoned a few ghosts to prevent anyone from entering this room by mistake. The summoned ghosts were blood-red in color. It was only possible to summon these blood ghosts, a special branch of specters, in a bloody environment. They especially targeted the Human Race and wouldn’t harm the Blood Race as both sides were unable to attack each other. Those bloodkins were Lucifer’s kin and had already been warned in advance. It was very unlikely for them to intrude into this room since everything inside already had a master.

Although the number of assassins that had intruded on “Moston” Hotel was over 200, and all were high-leveled, their opponents were too strong. Under the suppression of the high-level Bloodkins’ terrifying combat power, the assassins were quickly defeated. When Clyde came out, the assassins had already suffered many casualties. There were dismembered bodies everywhere in the reception hall, and the zombies under the Bloodkins’ control were chewing a few. It greatly resembled the final miserable scene of a tragedy.

All along the way, he encountered many high-level Bloodkin. They all respectfully saluted him and pointed toward Lucifer’s location so that he could easily find her. While he had been busy dealing with Light Church’s special envoy squad, Lucifer had gotten impatient and taken action by herself, not waiting for Clyde to finish.

In the large dining hall of “Moston” Hotel’s second floor, Clyde finally found her. The scenery was very wicked and erotic. That Bloodkin Lolita was wantonly playing with her spoils of war. The few female assassins had been captured and offered up as a sacrifice to Her Majesty the Empress.

Those originally aloof assassins were so scared that their entire bodies trembled as their pale lips quivered. Their black-colored assassin attires had been torn to shreds by the Bloodkin, revealing their white bodies. As for their undergarments, by the time Clyde had arrived, Lucifer had already removed those obstructive fabrics, preparing to enjoy a delicious blood feast.

Their faces filled with fear, these assassins knelt on the ground with their hands bound behind their backs, immobilizing them. Black belts tied their white thighs and lower legs together; thus, it was impossible for them to stand up even if they had wanted to. They also wore black leather collars around their white necks, but especially eye-catching were the erotic black iron rods that sealed their mouths.

At this moment, Lucifer was kissing the prey nearest to her, her sharp fangs revealed. Although the eyes of the white lamb being kissed were covered with a black blindfold, so she couldn’t see Lucifer’s current appearance, she could feel the light graze of Lucifer’s fangs on her neck.

The eyes of the other white lambs were not covered yet. They could see the wicked atrocities committed against their companion. They didn’t have any means to resist Lucifer; even committing suicide was impossible. Everything was completely under Lucifer’s control. Now, these assassins who usually killed people like flies and disregarded human life were so scared that they quickly fell apart. strange water stains could be seen below their white legs. Clearly, they were so frightened that they had **.

“Lucifer, are you hunting? Excuse me, I will go elsewhere!”

“Eh, Big Brother Clyde, I’m not hunting anything. I am just interrogating them. However, these sisters didn’t comply and refused to tell me about their employer. Moreover, they wanted to commit suicide, so I could only do this.”

Lucifer had an innocent smile. As for the beautiful assassins, they had looks of despair after hearing her words. It was not that they hadn’t complied but rather that this wicked Bloodkin Lolita had never had any intention of giving them a chance to confess. She had directly imprisoned them here, preparing to enjoy herself. At that time, the doors of many rooms opened, and those Bloodkin beauties who had disguised themselves as the maids of “Moston” Hotel walked out with perfectly content expressions. The clothes on their bodies had already been torn to shreds. Even their undergarments had been torn whilst they had baited their prey; thus, their explosive figures were completely exposed, tempting others to commit a crime.

As for those male assassins who had wanted to enjoy themselves, they had already been sucked dry. Those Bloodkin beauties dragged out the dried corpses and tossed them in the corridor. Looking at their wounds, it looked like they had been sucked dry after being impaled by a hand. The Bloodkin of this different world had various ways to suck blood. Using hands to directly draw a prey’s blood was one of the most common ways; after all, it was very efficient. In addition, they could pay attention to the surrounding environment while simultaneously sucking blood. This way was safe.

As for using their sharp fangs to suck blood, the high-level Bloodkin used this method only when facing prey they were very interested in. Upon seeing the dried corpses of their companions, those beautiful assassins were so scared that they practically collapsed as they violently trembled, worried that the next batch to be sucked dry would be themselves.

“Big Brother Clyde, go look for Big Sister Morais. She might still not know what is happening here!”

“Alright, I will go see her. After making such a big commotion in the hotel she opened, it would be impolite to not greet the owner. These few assassins, you plan to...”

“Rest assured, Big Brother Clyde. I will turn them into blood servants. They will not die.”

The beautiful assassins looked at Clyde’s back, wanting to ask him for help. However, in the next moment, their eyes were all blindfolded with black cloths. Under Lucifer’s invitation, those Bloodkin beauties who had just eaten and drinken their fill gathered around, sharing a delicious sacrifice. They opened their mouths, revealing sharp fangs that bit into the white lambs’ fragrant shoulders, white thighs, tender necks, even their plump bosoms and elastic white butts as well as other sensitive places to suck their blood. After they bit the white lambs, the lambs’ violent tremblings gradually slowed. As they sucked out the blood, the Bloodkin were sent to their peak states as they delighted in the pain they brought.

Fortunately, these high-level Bloodkin were women and still able to restrain their desire for blood. If they had been male, they would have directly sucked their prey dry due to their instincts without leaving behind even dried corpses, squeezing out everything. It was basically impossible to turn others into blood servants if not a single breath were left. Lucifer enjoyed a white lamb alone, biting the prey’s tender neck.

“Don’t move around randomly. It will not hurt long. Wait until you become a blood servant, and you will start to enjoy this feeling.”

Clyde didn’t pay attention to the matters happening behind him. He had already arrived at Miss Morais’s room. At her door were the corpses of several unlucky assassins. Their bodies abnormally rotted, it didn’t look like they had suffered the attack of the high-level Bloodkin under Lucifer but more like they had been dissolved by a strong sulfuric acid.

Miss Morais’s complexion was pale and cold sweats covered her face. She lay on the bedside with her back leaning against the big bed. Embedded in her chest and thigh were the hidden weapons of assassins. The hidden weapons were still stuck in her body, and she had lost a large amount of blood, dyeing her clothes red. It looked like Morais had been interrupted while taking a bath. She wore a small, white bathrobe without undergarments inside. With the lapel opened wide, a wide expanse of her smooth and alluring white skin was visible. In her hands, she gripped a few chemical bottles. As a high-level alchemist, she could refine a number of advanced chemical attacks for self-defense.

It could be easily guessed that those assassins on the ground had been defeated by her using her advanced chemicals. When Morais had just finished bathing, she had been poisoned by the assassins, catching her off-guard. Those hidden weapons were smeared with highly toxic poison that she lacked the time to study in order to create a detoxifying drug. When she saw Clyde, her face became red, and she revealed a helpless expression.

“Sire Clyde, it seems our trade will not be completed. On my desk over there, there are several anonymous magic debit cards. All the funds in them are yours. I hope... Eh, you, this is...”

“Miss Moras, don’t speak like these are your dying words. My place also has a high-level alchemist. You will be fine. I apologize, but I must offend you.”

“But... there should be a large number of their partners outside. We can’t get out of here.”

“What partners? They don’t exist. Miss Moras, don’t ask so much. Just leave everything to me.”