You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 878 - 397: Profession and Bloodline, Divine Authority and Royal Power (Part 2)

In the hot mist expelled by the Dragon Breath, Ye Qingzhou silently moved his lips: "The source of the Blood Race’s power must come from the Blood God, while the Holy Sun Church is hunting the Blood Race... interesting..."

Although Ye Qingzhou wasn’t well-versed in Europe’s mysticism, he was a Martial God strongman who had ascended and attained godhood, so he instantly comprehended the key within: "It seems, the existence of the Blood Race represents the Blood God, while the Holy Sun Church acts as the shackles to restrain the Blood God. To reclaim the throne, the Blood God must break these shackles."

Just through a few words, Ye Qingzhou roughly grasped the destiny’s main line of this world: "The Blood Race must defeat the Holy Sun Church and the Imperial Royal Family to rise. Success means the Blood God dominates all in the strongest posture, taking back what was once theirs."

"And what I need to do is to stop the expansion of the Blood Race, and if possible, annihilate the entire Blood Race’s forces."

Ye Qingzhou understood the pulse of destiny and knew how to walk forward, yet became cautious at the same time: "The Church and the Royal Family represent the coexistence of profession and bloodline, they can become allies but can’t be relied upon by me... I need to build my own force."

The reason is simple, the Blood God needs to break the shackles, so does Ye Qingzhou, otherwise, he would be eternally trapped in this cage.

Therefore, the enemy’s enemy is also an enemy.

"What an arduous challenge, but this exactly suits my interest."

Ye Qingzhou already had a plan in mind: "Step one, first establish a swordsman style with myself as the leader, build a force and order that belongs to me."

...

Dark river beneath Silver Radiance City, the deepest part of the Black Market.

At the end of the damp tunnel, a bronze door engraved with inverted crosses slid open soundlessly. Inside, green candlelight surrounded twelve obsidian chairs around a blood pool, with undigested bones floating in the pool.

Members of the Eternal Night Council emerged one by one from the shadows — clad in human skin, half-human-half-beast, completely non-human forms... The only similarity was the crimson gleam in their eyes.

"Thunk."

The sound of the scepter striking the ground brought all whispers to a halt. Dracula slowly rose from the throne, silver hair flowing like moonlight, blood-red eyes sweeping over every member.

"Kane Morning Star is dead."

His voice was like an undercurrent beneath ice: "That night, I stood on the clock tower and saw it with my own eyes."

Grayson, the Gray Owl and chairman of the Thief’s Guild, was the first to speak, his eagle claw-like fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest: "Without Kane’s Morning Star Bloodline, the Blood Moon Ritual still lacks four sacrifices!"

"Why the rush?"

Hecate, the Frost Witch, smirked coldly, causing the air to crystalize; the malformed infant in the embryo jar she held suddenly opened its all-black eyes, "I still have three ’Morning Star embryos’ here that can substitute..."

"Inferior goods."

Monica Flame Scale toyed with her Dragon Scale Dagger, the bite mark on her collarbone faintly visible under her crimson gown: "Using embryos as a substitute last time nearly caused the premature collapse of the Eternal Night Barrier."

The blood pool suddenly boiled, Dracula lifted a hand to suppress the commotion: "Kane’s brother Laine is the ideal sacrifice."

Silence instantly fell over the council.

"That kid with the awakened Sun Bloodline?"

Gray Owl’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously: "But the Church Court’s Judgement Knight Order is already..."

"Just hounds."

Dracula’s fingertips skimmed across the blood pool, revealing the images of Gareth and two others on the water’s surface: "The Holy Sun Church sent them to investigate me, yet they didn’t realize their armor was already crawling with maggots."

Black spots oozing from Gareth’s cuff...

White hair inside Celeste’s iron armor...

Blood threads writhing beneath Roland’s silver eyepatch...

It turned out, unknowingly, they all had already been cursed with the Blood Curse.

"As for the timing..."

Dracula suddenly crushed the images, blood splattering on Monica’s face: "Darling, does your husband know you’ve mixed Blood Race Essence Blood into the tea at the party?"

Monica licked away the blood pearl on her cheek with a charming smile: "That old man only cares about his Earth Dragon Cavalry."

"Three months from now, on the ’Day of Darkness’."

Dracula flicked a blood arrow onto the dome, marking a countdown: "When the Holy Sun is devoured by the magic wolf..."

The blood arrow suddenly redirected, pinning down in front of Hecate’s feet.

"Your ’Daywalker’ force must be in place."

Another arrow pointed at Gray Owl: "The Thief’s Guild is responsible for severing all distress signals from Silver Radiance City."

The last three blood arrows hovered before Monica: "And you, my dear Blood Bride..."

"Let the Flame Scale Family’s Earth Dragon Cavalry block the Royal Army during the ’accidental exercise’."

Gray Owl couldn’t help but question: "If Laine is captured by the Judgement Knight during this period..."

"Why do you think I tolerated those hounds entering the city?"

Dracula suddenly appeared behind him, fangs brushing against the neck of the Eagle Claw people: "They are the best pieces of misinformation."

The blood pool suddenly showed a surface view: Ye Qingzhou was practicing sword on the training grounds, with three Judgement Knights monitoring in the distance.

"See, a perfect closed loop."

Dracula lightly stroked the water’s surface: "The Church suspects him of fratricide, the Royal Family relies on the Morning Star Family, and the boy who thinks he’s well-hidden..."

The water’s surface suddenly blurred—Ye Qingzhou’s sword blade seemed to briefly lock eyes with Dracula across the Magic Mirror Image.

"Heh."

The Blood Race Duke narrowed his eyes: "As a long-lived species, patience is what I have in abundance. Only wait, and eventually, the opponent is bound to expose a flaw."

Meanwhile, at the training ground of the Silver Radiance Royal Knight Academy, the sound of the wooden sword slicing through the air was monotonous yet precise.

Each of Ye Qingzhou’s sword swings was mechanically perfect, sweat sliding down his jaw, though evaporating into mist by invisible Sword Qi before hitting the ground.

His actions seemed focused, but his mind had already sunk into deeper thought: Someone is watching me.

Three lines of sight followed him like a shadow...

On the top of the clock tower, Gareth’s Light Feather shimmered in the sunlight;

In the shadows, Celeste’s Chain Whip trembled silently;

From the library window, Roland’s singular eye locked onto him like a harrier.

But there was a fourth gaze—colder, greedier, like a snake’s tongue licking behind his neck.

"Dracula, the Blood Race Duke the Judgement Knights want to capture?"

Ye Qingzhou flicked his wrist, the wooden sword suddenly burst forth with three inches of sword light: "Or other rats within the Eternal Night Council?"

In the moment when the sword was sheathed, countless threads of clues in his mind were continuously converging, and the power map of the Northern Territory also gradually emerged clearly.

The Holy Sun Church revered the "God of Light", using Divine Art and faith as its core to construct the earliest professional system, with the powerful Judgement Knight Order standing above secular law. In recent years, they’ve been frequently interfering with noble succession, even forcibly requiring Divine Blood persons to enter the monastery, under the guise of "serving the God."

The Royal Family relies on Divine Blood Nobles to maintain control, using the bloodline system as a link, marrying and allying secretly, forming the "Dragon Rider Forbidden Army" to counter the Church’s forces.

The Third Prince is advancing the "Bloodline Autonomy Bill", attempting to limit the Church’s control over noble bloodlines.

"The conflict is deeper than imagined..."

Ye Qingzhou wiped his sweat, his peripheral vision sweeping over the clock tower—Gareth’s Light Feather was missing a piece.

The Church is reducing surveillance? Or... is there another plot at play?

In truth, the targets of the three Judgement Knights are not Ye Qingzhou, but they plan to use him as bait to draw out hidden Blood Race insurgents.

In the depths of the library at dusk, Ye Qingzhou’s fingertips stroked the torn pages of "Dawn Era". Ancient secrets were recorded on the yellowed parchment:

"When the gods walked the earth, they granted authority to their followers, bestowed bloodlines upon descendants..."

Suddenly, the text distorted, revealing dark lines only visible to Ye Qingzhou: the Church’s "Holy Sun" essentially is a cage, sealed with an Ancient God. Liberating the Ancient God would grant eternal blessings.

"Heh."

Ye Qingzhou sneered, the ink on the pages suddenly wriggling, transforming into a line of blood text: "Do you wish for immortality?"

Sword Qi thrummed, breaking the illusion apart.

"A mere vampire actually dares to use mental contamination to control me... It seems the Blood Race Duke is even more impatient than the Judgement Knights."

In conflicts, the more anxious a side is, the more it is at a disadvantage.

Clearly, the Blood Race is more urgent than the Church.

"Master Laine."

The butler bowed outside the bookshelf, his voice suppressing to an extremely low level: "The Patriarch’s urgent summons."