Primordial Vampire God System

Chapter 12 Viscount Heath

"V-Viscount Heath! T-This is bad!"

While Viscount Heath was hearing reports from his subordinates, a messenger rushed into the hall and shouted in panic.

"What happened?"

A frown appeared on Viscount Heath's face, however, noticing how scared the messenger looked, his expression turned solemn and he questioned.

"The Lockwood village, the Forcas Village, and 2 other villages have been attacked by someone and no one survived."

"Attacked? Did you find out who the attacker was?"

"We were unable to since there were no clues. Although there were still some signs of fighting in the Lockwood village, the other village did not have any!

Everything in the other villages appeared normal until you walk towards their meeting spot and find the villagers decaying dead bodies…

However, the scariest part about it was that all the bodies were completely dried out and were devoid of any blood whatsoever…"

"Hmm, who would dare to attack villages under me? Is it Viscount Alger?"

Viscount Heath muttered inwardly and started thinking who the culprit could be.

"It is not the work of a human, Heath"

Suddenly, an aged sound echoed throughout the hall before an elderly man wearing white coloured robes walked into the hall.

"Father? Why are you here?"

"I just heard about the attacks and felt like I had to come here"

"Huh?"

Heath's eyes widened in doubt, he knew about his father's health. Although he might look fine, he only had a few years left.

He would never come out for something so insignificant as some villagers dying.

Something was wrong, soon, Heath remembered what his father said and questioned.

"Father, you said it's not the work of a human, what does that mean?"

The old man's eyes turned solemn as he replied,

"Indeed, this does not seem to be the work of a human… I believe the culprit is a…

Vampire."

Heath's eyes widened in shock before he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! Vampires? Those weaklings? Hahaha, father, I know it's not much of a loss for us, however, you still shouldn't joke about the dead villagers. Though I will admit, this was the funniest thing I heard in a while. Hahaha!"

Seeing his son acting like that, the old man sighed in disappointment before his gaze turned strict and he shouted.

"Shut up you idiot! You can laugh like that because you have only seen the fallen vampires! You have never seen a real vampire!

If the vampire race had not fallen, even the dragons and the demons wouldn't dare to take my words so lightly!"

Viscount Heath did not feel good when he was reprimanded like that in front of his subordinate and retaliated.

"No matter how strong those vampires were in the past, they have already fallen now! Why should I still be scared of them!?

They are just our slaves now!

The weakest race in Yrniel!

They are nothing in front of us!"

"That is what I am talking about you idiot! The vampire race has fallen! However, what do you think will happen if a vampire starts killing humans?"

"…"

Suddenly, Heath turned silent and started thinking about what his father said, soon, his eyes widened in realization and he muttered.

"When the slave vampires learn about this, they would start having these thoughts as well…"

"Indeed, and once they start having these thoughts, their mind would start thinking about going against us humans, and although they don't have the power to do anything to us now, they are still vampires.

If given some time, we would have to face huge losses before we could deal with them"

Viscount Heath nodded deeply.

Indeed, if those slaves unite, they will lose a lot of manpower to deal with them. It will be a huge loss for them and they wouldn't gain anything out of it.

"Then what should we do?"

"We need to catch that vampire, however, I feel like it is not done by one vampire alone… today's vampires do not have the strength to defeat the whole village, even if the villagers couldn't defeat a vampire, it should not be hard for them to run away"

"That is true… then does that mean it should be a group of vampires?"

"Yes, I believe it should be 100 at least"

"Hmm, then how do we capture them? Do I send my men to capture them?"

"It would be too hard to find them."

"Then what do you suggest?" Heath questioned.

The old man smiled evilly as he replied.

"Let them come to us instead, order your soldiers to sneak into all the villages that are near the attacked villages, once those bastards attack, fight back.

Also, try capturing a few of them alive"

"Hmm? Why?"

The old man's expression turned cold and he muttered.

"I would like to torture those bastards in front of other slaves to create an example out of them. This way, those bastards will know that their only fate is to be our dogs and do whatever we tell them to"

Heath smiled coldly as well before he ordered his men to arrange everything.

"Heh… let's see if those slaves dare to go against us after this night. I will make sure that they would regret going against me!"