Compared with the extremely luxurious manors of vampires and the noble and elegant British building, the base of this dark council is undoubtedly much more dull. From the outside, it seems to be just a second-floor warehouse, because it is just a gathering point for the members of the army to issue tasks. Almost no members of major clans will come. Only those wild members with mixed blood and veins will regard this place as a base camp.

Unlike the hypocritical noble coats of the senior executives, there are not so many demonstrations here. All they have is the naked darkness and sin. The outer wall wrapped in iron has been smeared in chaos by various graffiti. The only thing that is somewhat unique is the alloy door that is comparable to a bank vault, which looks less worn.

After opening the door, the smoky clouds rushed out with the harsh heavy industrial metal music. The degree of chaos was not comparable to that of an ordinary dance hall. When ordinary people entered, they were really unbearable. There was never a shortage of drugs in the corner. People who enjoyed the feeling of being floating in the air for a moment were filled with wine bottles and greasy meal plates filled with meat and fat. The beautiful women and girls who had eaten too many shaking pills were filled with dance floors, shaking their hair freely, allowing a strong man to pull off their short skirts and panties, and insert them into the tender meat of Taoyuan to instill white juice.

However, there is no human life here. Even the wild vampires with mixed bloodlines, in addition to drinking bags of plasma, most of them choose a few that they like, and develop them into blood slaves and long-term playmates. The werewolves have no special hobbies for human flesh. In the same situation, they are more interested in beef and mutton meals. There is no cruel and perverted thing like a magic banquet. At most, they are just large-scale sex wilderness parties.

This is also because they are not very powerful and have a similar mentality to the gangsters. They know that the upper-level relationship network does not cover them. If something really happens, they will probably choose a few of them from their own group to be scapegoats. Therefore, there are also many gangsters nearby who like to mingle with them and get a name for external members of the Dark Council.

Ramir, the nine-generation blood clan of the Lesenbra clan, would never even think of this. However, he was also an ancient member of the family back then. Although he was not as good as those old guys who survived the thousand-year holy war, he was not inferior to the elders in the family just in terms of qualifications. His arrogance and luxury have been engraved into their bones.

But now it is different. The hatred of the betrayer is above everything else. Even these vulgar servants have become so friendly in his eyes. Who made this stronghold the closest one within a radius of dozens of kilometers? After flying to the door hurriedly, the faint energy in the shadow bat had already been exhausted, and it reappeared in human form, and walked towards the door staggeringly.

Although his originally tender and fair face was still white, it now seemed to be sickly gray after being drained from blood. His dress and cloak were also broken. It was as if he was even more than some beggars' clothes. Strips of cloth hung scattered on his body. After barely grasping the guard at the door, he immediately shouted loudly: "I am Ramir, the Marquis of the Lesenbra clan. Quick... hurry... I have urgent information to inform the MP..."

Today, the people guarding the gate were Ram and Hunter, who had just joined the parliament. Ram was a werewolf, but even he didn't know about this. He was just awakening his bloodline while following his companions to the warehouse to have a carnival, and was taken in like this.

As for Hunter, his life experience is even more bizarre. Since vampires have to pay a heavy price for their first embrace, they usually only become first embrace after being favored by a vampire and are led to become members of the family. From young children to noble sons, they have to receive guidance from parents. However, Hunter is different. He has no idea who turned himself into a vampire. At the beginning, he didn't even know that he was already a vampire. After recognizing the facts, he happened to meet Ram who was going out for business and was brought back.

Although the relationship between vampires and werewolves is not good, and it can be said that they are very nervous, the glory of the vampire, the aristocratic style, and the pride of werewolves have nothing to do with these "bad species" located at the bottom of the dark world. They only know that the other party is a companion of dark creatures, so when you see vampires and werewolves hanging on each other and having sex together, please don't be surprised, because this is not a big deal. The so-called taboo love between werewolves and vampires is also very common here.

After seeing a little black bat turned into a living person in front of them, they didn't even react. What happened until Ramir grabbed Hunter and shouted.

The two words "Lexampla" clan, the Marquis, immediately knocked Hunter out of the blue. What is the identity of the Leexampla clan? One of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, the heart of the Magic Banquet Alliance, one of the most powerful families in the entire Dark Council, the Marquis, and the existence among vampires second only to the prince and the duke.

In the past few years, the most identifiable vampires he often saw was just like the Viscount of the Shinmore clan that they issued a mission. Although there are not a shortage of people who can easily kill any dimension, the other party's pure bloodline and the Viscount's position, status and power are destined to be people from both worlds. Although the "bads" usually disdain these noble nobles, this is just jealousy when they cannot get it. Now a marquis is placed in front of him. As long as they can get it online, they can soar into the sky.

The huge benefits in front of him made him forget to verify his identity for a moment. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He wanted to carry him on his back and run to the headquarters immediately. However, because his identity was too low, he didn't even know where the headquarters of the Dark Council was. He couldn't get up with hugging Ramir who had fainted.

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Chapter completed!