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Chapter 158: 127 Muscle Flow Crossbowman (4100)_1 Chapter 158: 127 Muscle Flow Crossbowman (4100)_1 Plinka Manor, on the first floor.

On the right side of the glittering and magnificent grand hall.

A long table and chairs are set in the middle, covered with a blood-red tablecloth. Delicate flowers embroidered with gold thread adorn the silky tablecloth, each around the size of a palm.

On the table, silver cutlery, and glossy porcelain plates are arranged neatly, with a decorative candelabra illuminated in the middle.

In the plates, a variety of irresistible aromas waft from the delectable dishes – pan-seared dottyback, tender bone-in beef steak, cream-baked lobster, white mashed potatoes, broccoli cream soup sprinkled with crumbled cheese, and figs for the accompanying dish.

A thick aroma of fat fills the air.

In addition, there is sweet wine, and all kinds of cakes.

Even though these should be enjoyed as dessert after dinner, they are already on the table. Although the dinner looks appealing, the diners seated in a circle around the table are uninterested and dispirited.

There are seven diners in total, four men, and three women. The men are dressed in stiff, fitting black suits, their hair meticulously styled, and faces handsome. The women, on the other hand, are wearing bright red gowns, revealing their delicate clavicles and fair skin, their red lips that have been painted with makeup are exceptionally lustrous.

To the right of the table, a glamorous woman, perhaps in her thirties, sips her sweet wine. She quietly asks the man next to her, “When will the main course start? I’m starved.” The elegant man shakes his head, “Mr. Franz has gone to fetch it, we’ll probably wait for at most another ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

The woman takes another sip of her sweet wine. Her scarlet tongue licks her plump lips, and in her flirtatiousness, there is an air of eeriness.

Suddenly, at the hallway entrance behind the hall.

Dozens of bats, each the size of a fist, fly in, beating their wings. The shadow of the bats seems to also hide two human silhouettes. The few who were dining at the table suddenly become excited.

“The main course is here!”

“We can finally eat!”

“I hope the taste of fresh blood nectar is better today…”

Whispers like these echo among the seven.

Whoosh!

The bats disperse suddenly, revealing a pale middle-aged man to the group, dressed in the style of an ancient aristocrat. His sleeves and neck area are adorned with white lacy ruffles.

“Mr. Franz.” The crowd greets him, one after another.

Obviously, this middle-aged man holds the highest status in this vampire clan, and is also the strongest. He possesses various bizarre abilities, like transforming into a bat, moving at high-speeds, curse magic, manipulating blood, instilling fear in spirits, and so on.

The vampire that Casio initially encountered was just a baby compared to him, only stronger than humans in terms of physique and possessing only a low-level blood magic poison energy ability. That’s why he was hunted down with ease.

In fact, even the original Dusk was capable of taking down that vampire, if he hadn’t been distracted by a hostage situation.

Franz slowly takes the head seat at the dining table. Across from him, two enormous, shining silver goblets are arranged at a distance on the table.

In the empty seats beside the table, two youthful and pretty girls are quietly seated. Their breathing, expressions are no different from ordinary people, except for their dull and lifeless eyes which make them seem like mute puppets.

“The main course is here, let’s eat.”

Franz suddenly disappears from his seat and reappears instantly behind the two girls. His long, sharp fingernails gently slash across their white necks. Instantly, red blood flows out.

Franz returns to his own seat, waving his right hand gently as two streams of blood draw a parabola in mid-air, flowing unceasingly into the prepared goblets.

Whoosh…

Listening to the pleasant collision of viscous liquid, smelling the sweet aroma of blood, all the vampires in the room begin to grow impatient. Some are constantly tugging at their ties, others are biting their lips. A fervor is revealed in the eyes of every vampire.

On the right side of the table, the glamorous woman swallows her saliva.

Suddenly, from the right side of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall. Dozens of strong crossbow arrows shatter the glass and wildly shoot into the hall.

“What’s happening?!”

Many vampires scream and jump up. They have been hit by the arrows and are instantly inflicted with considerable damage. Some of the arrows are smeared with mercury, some loaded with poison, some are doused with oil and burning. An unlucky vampire’s upper body begins to burn, thankfully, he quickly takes off his suit.

“Is it those dogs from Black Rain Villa?!”

Soon a vampire realizes who their opponents are.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, arrows keep shooting in. The vampires take refuge behind load-bearing pillars to avoid the flying arrows.

“Their numbers are not small, but not large either. They at least can’t overwhelm us. Judging from their use of crossbows, these must be Eerie Night Guests who excel at long range attacks!”

Franz squints analyzing, as a powerful vampire, he knows quite a bit about the dark world.

“Let’s charge directly at them. As long as we get close to them, they, the archers, definitely won’t be a match for the vampire clan!”

Immediately, under Franz’s lead, seven or eight shadows instantly break through the arrow net, rushing into the open dark manor grounds.

“Whizz-whizz-whizz…”

In the darkness, arrows rain down. Some forcefully hit the wall, others diagonally stabbing into the ground. Others still hit the surface of the streetlights, knocking off a bit of paint and causing a burst of golden sparks.