Marvel's Superman

Chapter 220 - 217 | Drink While It's Hot, Unlucky Traitor.

A bolt of lightning struck down, tearing apart the thick dark clouds and turning the whole world a miserable shade of white.

In the underground room of the vampire manor, where the core members of the coven were gathered.

They looked solemn and remained silent.

This was a solemn occasion, the awakening ceremony of an elder.

No one dared to talk or whisper for fear of serious punishment.

Viktor was about to wake up from a deep sleep.

Once a great lord of the human world, he was later transformed into a high-ranking vampire.

He was more dignified than Marcus, domesticated werewolves into docile slaves, and gave his family a brief and glorious history.

Both Amelia, who was also an elder, and Marcus, who had never been in charge, keep a respectful attitude towards Viktor.

"Today is the night of the full moon and the day of handing over the covenant's seat of power."

Amelia, wearing a fancy dress that squeezed her waist, revealing a great pair of snowy white mountains, made a few symbolic remarks.

According to the regulations of the coven, the three elders would take turns to take power every hundred years, and the other two would sleep.

"After this, it would be Viktor's time."

There was a trace of regret in Amelia's tone.

She was much younger than the other two elders.

A long sleep in a blood coffin wasn't as attractive as enjoying the world's beauty and experiencing the splendor of power and influence.

Amelia bent down and twisted the switch on the ground.

Made of metal, the blood coffins with complicated patterns rose slowly.

Inside was a terrible skeleton with dry skin. It was shaped like a mummy.

Amelia took a small knife from the tray, and without hesitation, made a slit in her palm.

This was the unique skill of the immortals of the Corvinus family, called 'Blood Memories'.

By drawing the blood of a living creature, they could gain access to the memories, scenes of broken and confusing consciousness.

The more advanced the vampire, the more they possess the skills to organize their thoughts and memories into a clear, cohesive vision.

Amelia wanted to inform Viktor of all the major events that had occurred during the 100 years she had been in power to facilitate the latter's management.

The crimson blood flowed down the metal pipe into the elder vampire's mouth.

Then it entered the body, penetrated into a dry blood vessel, and finally converged in the heart beating very slowly.

Dub! Dub! Dub!

A few minutes later, the sound of a strong heartbeat began to resonate.

"Awakening ceremony was successful."

Amelia nodded with satisfaction.

In a few hours, Viktor would be fully awake.

"Bring me the blood bag."

At the end of each slumber, the vampire elders needed to replenish a large amount of fresh blood.

This was the only way to get their strength back to peak condition quickly.

"Where's Selene?"

Amelia's eyes swept through the crowd and found two people missing.

"Also, where did Kraven go? He missed such an important occasion, isn't he afraid of Viktor getting angry!"

Viktor, a great Vampire Lord, had always attached great importance to hierarchy and respect.

"I don't know. After returning to their rooms, they never came back out."

The man who was scolded by Kraven earlier replied out loud.

He suspected that his boss had succeeded.

At this time, he might be enjoying the beautiful body of that ice queen.

Hiss!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but suck in a mouthful of cold air, and an envious look passed through his eyes.

Although Selene was an anomaly in her family, she preferred to keep to herself.

But her icy temperament, the arrogance that kept people away from her, was quite attractive.

Many young vampires had the idea of pursuing her.

Unfortunately, they all failed.

...

On the street near Moulin Rouge, a black car stopped.

It was pouring rain outside, and the car was very quiet.

Kraven, who was mistaken for enjoying a night of spring, was leaning against the back seat. His face was full of anxiety and irritability.

The raindrops hitting the car window fell on his ears like heavy metal drums, further stimulating his inner emotions.

Bang!

The door was opened and then closed.

Lucian, who was drenched to the bone, sat down on the seat.

Before long, there was a puddle under his feet.

"Didn't I tell you, don't contact me lately! Today is the day Viktor awakens! If I suddenly disappear at this time, it will be hard to explain!"

Kraven saw Lucian, who had taken the initiative to meet him, finally arrive. He finally had an outlet for his anger.

Considering the special period, he didn't want to keep the appointment, but the Lycan Leader was so determined that he had to come.

"I have important news."

Lucian lowered his head, and there was a trace of coldness in his calm eyes.

"The human world has also learned about the existence of Alexander Corvinus' lineage, and they have noticed werewolves and vampires too."

"This is a bad sign. We don't have much time left, Kraven."

"The 'Death Dealers' who hunt werewolves are Viktor's personal guards and have been besieging us all these years."

"That old guy hates werewolves with a passion... just like how I feel about him!"

"One of us must die to end the war."

Feeling the chill in Lucian's tone, Kraven shrank back.

He didn't want to get involved in any battle; hiding in the back and using his mind, manipulating everything was the most appropriate choice.

"Who leaked the news?"

Kraven asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's that guy Tanis, the recorder of your coven's history. Viktor nearly exiled him."

Lucian restrained his obvious emotions and carelessly said, "It would be reasonable for him to turn to humans because of his hatred."

Kraven pounded the seat with force, and the black car parked on the street swayed as if someone was doing vigorous exercises inside, giving rise to people's imagination.

"Then what should I do now?"

Kraven was filled with fear at the thought of betraying his coven.

He was indeed a power-hungry and ambitious man who always wanted to rise to the top and become the ruling elder.

But as Selene thought, he was also a coward.

Kraven never thought of confronting Viktor and the coven.

The hierarchy of superiority and inferiority was engraved in the vampire's body and could never be erased.

He wanted to be the elder of the coven and replace Viktor.

But at the same time, he was extremely afraid of the elders and Viktor.

"Let's attack Viktor while he's just waking up!"

Lucian's eyes flashed and seriously said, "You open the gates of the manor and dismiss some of the guards, especially the Death Dealers, and find an excuse to send them out."

"Then I will lead the elite troops of my own clan to the base camp and kill Viktor, Amelia, and the sleeping Marcus."

"In this way, you will become the only elder in the coven, and no one will be able to order you around."

Kraven's throat rolled a few times, seemingly moved by the Lycan Leader sitting next to him. His eyes were filled with greed.

It's just that this beautiful dream didn't last long, and his heart was soon filled with fear.

"No! I'm not taking such a big risk!"

Kraven shook his head repeatedly.

His initial deal with Lucian was for the Lycan Leader to find Alexander Corvinus' third bloodline, thereby becoming a hybrid.

After his strength increased, he would personally slay the three elders of his coven and support his rise to power.

After that, vampires and werewolves would sign a peace pact.

Whether Lucian succeeded or not, everything would be unrelated to Kraven.

He would hide in the back to keep himself safe.

"You still think you can stay out of it? Don't be a fool, Kraven."

Lucian hissed and ruthlessly punctured the other party's dream.

"Who is secretly funding the werewolves to help us break into the police system and control part of the human world?"

"And who is supplying us with weapons to seize territory in Parisian neighborhoods?"

"Why do we know about each of the Death Dealers' actions in advance?"

"As long as Viktor uses a little effort to investigate these suspicious things, he will find the answer."

"You are already tied to my ship. Isn't it too late to back out of it?"

Kraven was livid and clenched his fist.

He sensed the meaning in Lucian's words and realized that the Lycan Leader had tricked him.

"Are you threatening me?"

Kraven was furious and tried to question him, but he was elbowed in the chest and slammed into the seat.

"Watch your tone. How could you have gotten Viktor's attention without my help?"

Lucian impolitely berated him.

"Don't forget, to get you to that seat, I sacrificed 20 of my ... kin so that you could get a large share of the credit."

The car quieted down.

The air felt like it had frozen over.

"Our power alone is not enough to invade the manor."

After a moment of silence, Kraven seemed to give up the struggle.

"Not to mention 'Death Dealers' Amelia alone, and Viktor waking up, these two elder vampires, are beyond your reach."

"What if I have another helper?"

Lucian seemed to have anticipated this.

"Selene, the best warrior of the vampire coven and the 'Death Dealer' who has killed the most werewolves. With her help, we could have a much better chance of winning."

Kraven frowned. He subconsciously retorted, "How is that possible?! Selene is closest to Viktor ... you mean, tell her the truth?"

Halfway through the conversation, the vampire traitor reacted.

"Yes, letting the poor girl know the truth is a good thing."

Lucian nodded his head.

Selene's parents were once Viktor's craftsmen, and they were responsible for building the prison where William, the original werewolf, was imprisoned.

To ensure that the location wasn't revealed, the vampire Lord killed almost everyone who knew about it.

Selene's parents were among them.

She got away because she looked like Viktor's daughter.

This reminded the ruthless vampire Lord of the only trace of warmth in his heart.

"Selene has never trusted anyone easily. Unless I can produce strong evidence to prove what I claim."

Kraven's hands, thoughtlessly clasped together.

"You do have such evidence."

Lucian glanced at the other's neck and smiled deeply.

"What do you mean?"

Kraven felt something was wrong.

A dangerous aura was in the air.

He tried to open the door, but Lucian pulled him back and slammed him on the seat.

The muscular, sturdy arms, which suddenly sprouted clumps of pitch-black hair, held the struggling Kraven in place.

"The mouth could speak, but memories can't."

Lucian said apologetically.

"You would actually make a good puppet. But unfortunately, the change came so quickly that I didn't have much time to build up my strength and wait for the coming of revenge."

"I met a stronger and more helpful partner."

"In my opinion, human beings, like vampires, aren't trustworthy."

"But his offer was so generous that I really couldn't refuse."

Crack!

Lucian broke Kraven's neck with his arm.

The power-hungry traitor stared wide-eyed as his pupils lost their luster.

In such a small space, it was difficult to dodge at close range.

In such an environment, werewolves had no difficulty in getting rid of a single vampire.

After wiping his hands, Lucian opened the car door.

Dragging the limp corpse, he walked towards a car at the corner.

Heavy rain swept through the city with lightning and thunder.

The driver of the sedan was the first to get out. He looked like a military officer.