菠萝蜜国际影片加速线路3

Chapter 29: It\'s Everywhere!

After a full day of flying at his fastest speed, Indra had finally found the troop of warriors Lucia had told him about.

It wasn\'t easy for him to find them since they had such a large head start but with Lucia guiding him in their intended direction, he eventually happened upon their campsite that they\'d set up for the night.

Indra looked down at the hundreds of large tents on the ground below.

"Which one is your captive princess in?"

A small snake with turquoise scales slithered around his collarbone.

"How am I supposed to know? W-Would it be possible for you to check every one?"

"That\'s terribly inefficient. We need to get in and get out as soon as possible." Indra denied.

Almost on cue, three men could be seen heading with plates of food to a shoddy tent on the outskirts of the camp.

Normally that would not have been enough for Indra to suspect them, however their malicious auras could be felt even from high in the sky above.

"Enyo, hold onto Lucia for a moment."

On cue, the beautiful poltergeist emerged from Indra\'s ring and removed their small companion from his shoulders.

"Please be safe..."

Indra flashed the beautiful woman a broad smile as he tucked in his wings and plummeted through the sky.

"Always."

As Indra cut silently through the air, his body shrank until he was a fist sized bat.

Landing directly on top of the shoddy tent, he found a small opening that allowed him to see the gross spectacle that was underway.

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"What\'s wrong? You whores aren\'t hungry?" One man taunted.

He walked over to Vermeil and held out a plate of still warm food. "Come on. Eat you traitorous bitch!"

Instead of flinching away in fear, the human girl only returned a hate filled glare towards the man who had obviously had too much to drink.

"Oh... I know what it is, our food must not be appealing to you." The man suddenly said. "My apologies, I know just how to fix that."

The man placed the plate of food on the ground and stood up.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Vermeil was horrified to see the man unbutton his trousers and began pissing all over the plate of food.

The disgusting ammonia like smell quickly filled the tent and was enough to make the captives with more sensitive noses gag.

"Isn\'t it obvious? I\'m being a good host!" The man laughed.

"We should work on your diet man." One of the other captors noted.

"Huh?"

"He\'s right, Feng. I don\'t think piss is supposed to smell this bad." The third man confirmed. "Are you drinking enough water?"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" The man roared with an embarrassed face.

Turning back to Vermeil, he grabbed her by her unblemished white hair and began pushing her face toward the disgusting plate.

"Kyaa! Get off of me! I\'ll fucking kill you!"

"Eat it you bitch! You want to side with the fallen we\'ll treat you like one!"

As Vermeil struggled against her powerful captor, a menacing growl made the blood of everyone present run cold.

"Do not touch her."

All eyes fell toward Keran who was looking at the brutish man like she was going to tear him limb from limb.

The man called Feng didn\'t realize it but he had subconsciously loosened his grip on Vermeil\'s hair.

When his eyes fell on the chains keeping the werewolf\'s arms behind her back, his fear was immediately dispelled. "Wait your turn you furry bitch!"

He immediately went back to trying to shove Vermeil\'s beautiful face into the plate of piss covered food.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

One of the two men guarding the entrance looked up to see a small furry bat that looked like it was stuck in an opening on the ceiling.

"Awww! Look at this cute little guy!"

Reaching up, the man took the small bat into his arms and cradled it gently.

"Are you serious, Suho? That is a wild animal."

"There\'s nothing wild about this cute little guy!"

"It\'s literally nibbling on your hand as you say that."

The man called Suho looked down to see that the bat was indeed gnawing on his finger. "Look at how small he is, he\'s obviously malnourished and hungry. Besides, I can\'t even feel it."

"Here, hold him while I..." Suho\'s voice suddenly trailed off as his body suddenly began to feel very strange.

"Hmm? While you what?" His friend asked. Upon taking a closer look, he noticed that his friend looked to be a bit under the weather.

"Are you sweating? It\'s almost winter!"

"I know I just-"

Boom.

Suho\'s body literally exploded, sending chunks of flesh and blood in every direction.

The people inside, the ground, the lining of the tint, they were all covered from head to toe in blood.

Everyone had come to a dead standstill and could not take their eyes off the spot where the human man used to be.

"...Suho?"

"What the hell just happened..."

Suddenly, a small black bat wiggled out from the chunks of bloody debris.

The men\'s horror and disbelief only multiplied as the bat changed from a small furry creature to a very tall man with long silver hair.

\'It can\'t be...\'

He was wearing the same black combat outfit that she loved to see him in while he was training. The mere sight of it caused her heart to speed up and tears to form in the corners of her eyes.

The two men finally realized they were being attacked and tried to alert the rest of the camp, only to find that their mouths were seemingly being held shut by an invisible force.

Indra only briefly glanced down at the body of the man he had bitten.

\'I was only trying to turn them...\'

When biting the man earlier, he had specifically done so with the intention of making him into a vampire before moving to the others.

He felt a more than fitting punishment would be if these so called \'Races of Light\' became the thing that they hated most.

However, he could\'ve never anticipated that the man would turn into a popped water balloon.

He silently began to wonder if this would happen to everyone he tried to turn and if so, did that mean he would always be the last of his kind?

Pushing it to the back of his mind for now, Indra flicked his arm out and thin threads of his very own blood left his palm and ensnared the two men.

"Mmh?"

"Mmf!?"

With a light tug, the thin strands of blood cut through the mortal realm cultivators like they were made of paper.

As the wet sound of pieces of flesh hitting the ground rang out, a small voice on the verge of sobbing called out.

"I-Indra...?"