The Last Gentleman
Chapter 595: Blood Prison

City gate.

As Asimov cut open the city wall with surgical chains,

the First Doctor, Gregory Alaus, clad in purple shirt and sunglasses, was the first to step in. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing garishly colorful tattoos on his arms—a vibrant bouquet of flowers on his left, and on his right, a pair of dragons spewing flames and ice.

He was five hundred and thirty-one years old, and the reason he appeared so spirited and even youthful was due to one of the rare diseases he had contracted—"Complete Symbiotic Plant Parasitism."

The intervention of the plant had made him physically superior to humans, enduring and ageless.

As Alaus stepped into the city, the blood-fed plants that covered the streets withered away, replaced by fresh green vegetation.

He also spread his fingers and touched the ground, making various bright flowers bloom on the grass.

Should any of the blood people touch these flowers, they would immediately succumb to plant parasitism, growing flowers from their brains and facial features and dying, becoming nourishment for the plants.

William, walking at the rear, couldn’t help but recall the first disease he had encountered, which was plant disease acquired from killing the living dead in Seven-Day Cemetery.

Unfortunately, the potential for the development of plant disease was limited, and it had been devoured due to the similarity in attributes after the fusion with the chains... However, the essence of "life" represented by the plants remained within him.

"Mr. Alaus’s plants differ fundamentally from my first plant disease. Not only can he use them to whip and pull objects, but he can also directly alter the environment.

Good, such a regional disease will indeed attract attention."

However, the smile William had just mounted on his face froze quickly as the intense moonlight suddenly dimmed, replaced by a blood-colored glow.

Looking up, he saw the moon had turned red.

"The Marquis’s doing?"

As everyone looked up at the blood moon, a profound sense of oppression hit them instantly.

Even the air around them sizzled with friction, and gentlemen who were not at the Silver Circle level knelt, blood flowing from their faces.

Even William felt his hair stand on end, his body tensing.

"Everyone take cover! All gentlemen below Silver Circle level, evacuate the city immediately!"

Following William’s shout, a wave of brainwaves spread out, giving Open Source gentlemen a mental boost that unleashed their potential and allowed them to resist the oppressive force and flee the city.

The five Silver Circle gentlemen also dispersed to take cover,

when a human bomb fell from the sky, crashing at the crossroads of the street!

The moment it landed, the plants recently created by the First Gentleman were instantly destroyed,

and several surrounding streets shattered from the impact, causing everyone to fall from the upper streets down to the lowest levels of Zion.

Sewage, gutter, rats, decrepit old residential buildings, and the expansive lower street district.

A single leap upon landing completely shattered the street, and just the aura emitted made all humans shudder,

there was no doubt, the newcomer was one of the ’Seven Marquis’ from the former Source Plague area, Blood-colored Manor, second only to the Plague Master,

representing "Gluttony", Glatoni.

Crouching and slowly rising to his feet, he surveyed the five humans around him.

He then extended his grotesque tongue, using its vibrations to capture the scent of each human, especially the three new faces.

"Monastery’s Executioner, Cancer Palace’s Honored Tumor Knight, you humans really do breed talents. And this one..." Glatoni’s gaze settled on William, "The ’flavor’ of your essence is very complex and even contains interference from my race’s blood scent. Can you tell me which organization you belong to? If you answer honestly, I might spare your life."

Faced with the Marquis’s question, William covered his face with one hand, his mouth twisting into a wry smile.

"Ha ha! Spare my life? Then transform into lowly blood people like yourself? Don’t joke with me. I’d rather be buried in the Original Tomb than become garbage like you.

Enough talk, I’ll deal with you myself – I’m curious to see just what kind of strength refugees who barely survived the Ancient Era possess. Don’t let down my expectations for the Source Epidemic Area.

Oh, my apologies, I almost forgot that you no longer belong to the Source Epidemic Area due to your total defeat."

William’s mockery left his team somewhat bewildered,

and Prophet Yuri couldn’t help but stroke his bald head, surprised that the young man he hadn’t seen for so long had become so wild.

However,

Marquis Glatoni showed no change in expression.

He just tensed all the muscles in his body... Whoosh! The nobles’ garb he wore shattered, revealing a set of modern, brand-new clothes.

An ensemble crafted by the Skin Factory, tailored for Glatoni according to human styles,

featuring oversized black trousers and a white shirt,

special leather belts and suspender pants designed to support and accommodate the protruding "Marquis’s belly" without ruining the waistline.

Also included were patterned socks and leather shoes.

This gentleman-like attire emphasized that his physique was one size larger than anyone present.

Unangered by William’s words, he offered a highly rational analysis:

"A "mockery" with purpose, and the words are mixed with a mental influence that can double the effect of the mockery and affect the emotional control of the brain.

Mm~ I said your ’taste’ mixes with a rancid brainstem odor.

Madman must definitely be your essence, right?

However, I have seen many madmen, but none like you. I understand now, I will take you seriously, not just as lowly species, but as a promising new era of patients."

With a gesture from Glatoni, four figures descended beside him.

’Tick-Head’ Berenik Hagiyev, an Earl resembling a muscular athlete, whose physique could only compete with Marquis Glatoni,

but his head was engulfed by the jaw of a giant blood-sucking tick, revealing only the chin.

It appeared as though the tick controlled the brain, or perhaps the tick was indeed his head shape.

’Mother of the Mosquito,’ Magda Somoret, an Earl with golden wavy hair and a young, smooth face of great beauty, her figure splendidly clad in a deep V corset,

had several insect wings fluttering at a high frequency on her back, almost invisible, enabling her to fly, even exuding a supermodel-like demeanor.

She maintained a closed-mouth smile, with occasional glimpses of mosquito shadows flashing between her pupils.

’The small Jumper,’ Earl Port Megas, the smallest noble William had ever seen, looking only the size of a ten-year-old child.

Both his eyeballs were black and bulged outward,

his arms folded in front of him,

and what drew the most attention were his powerful legs, always bent at the knee with dense leg hair covering them, and his buttocks larger as well.

His appearance was entirely different from humans, reminding William of a blood-sucking creature — a "flea".

’Blood Sword,’ Earl Kazimierz Markos, the most handsome among the group of nobles and also, aside from the Marquis, the most dangerously perceived,

with Blood Eyes, white hair naturally falling over his shoulders,

wearing a black long coat with a cape-like design, and a special blood-colored cross on his right wrist, his gaze intensely fixed on William, who had spoken disrespectfully to the Marquis.

With the arrival of these four earls, the numbers on both sides were now equal,

and at the same time,

the lower district streets where they gathered, as well as the surrounding middle and upper districts, were filled with blood citizens who came to watch the spectacle, half of whom were of at least Open Source Level,

They were cutting their wrists, letting out their essence blood.

This blood gathered together, forming a huge blood prison that sealed off the current battle zone, seemingly allowing exit only through a decisive life-and-death confrontation.