Chapter 75: Uncontrollable Monster
The birth of the eighth knight of the hyacinth only made Wanyue happy for a few minutes.
After Jiang Yan rested for a few more days, Wanyue, with a serious expression, took her two sisters-in-law to the back mountain of her house.
In the early dawn, at a high-end villa estate on Longquan Mountain, Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao stood once again in the secluded clearing of the woods.
Both Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao had changed into tight combat suits, each holding a standard dagger in their left and right hands, waiting for Wanyue to start their special training.
Interestingly, both girls had a small airbag tied to their right arms.
“Do you remember that night we first met?”
Wanyue smiled mysteriously while vaguely gesturing at the girls’ heads: “Against low-level blood clans beneath the servants, I hardly need to do anything. Just using pheromones to stimulate them can cause their boiling blood control to collapse, leading to irreversible mental disorders.”
“In the face of such an absolute difference in realms, they aren’t even qualified to engage with higher blood clans. This is the literal meaning behind the low-level blood clans being called cannon fodder.”
Gently provoked by Wanyue’s words, the memory of a somewhat ridiculous cold joke resurfaced, causing Jiang Yao’s face to turn red immediately.
“You both have experienced the internal and external hormones and boiling blood control abilities of low-level blood clans, which are extremely low and unstable, easily getting out of control, and even more susceptible to interference and distortion of thought by higher blood clans.”
“A thousand years ago, European demon hunters attempted to organize members who had been blood attacked into a special unit, but such a unit was easily crushed before higher blood clans. The losses caused by their boiling blood going out of control due to pheromone interference far exceeded any achievements.”
“The baron’s advantage over low-level blood clans lies more in the strength of pheromone stimulation interference, which makes them unable to exert their boiling blood control. Even knights, under the suppression of the baron’s pheromones, will have their combat effectiveness greatly weakened. This is particularly evident with the Italian blood clan barons.”
At this point, Jiang Yan displayed a thoughtful expression. Based on her own experiences, any boiling blood aura from blood clans of a higher realm causes a suffocating panic under pressure, which is likely the so-called suppression.
“Boiling blood, in essence, sacrifices most of the pheromone control ability in exchange for stronger explosive power. The higher the stability of boiling blood, the smaller this sacrifice, the lower the consumption of blood proteins, and the longer the duration of boiling blood obtained. The higher the boiling blood threshold, the higher the upper limit of the explosion and the smaller the impact of suppression.”
Wanyue pointed to the area roughly circled with glow sticks around them, smiling as she said, “So, you need to experience where your limits of boiling blood control lie and find your weaknesses and suitable training directions. This kind of training is especially important for the Siberian blood clan.”
“Today is a simulated battle. Whoever steps outside this circle will have to discard one dagger. If you step out twice, I’m sorry, it’s barehanded combat. If you step out three times, or if your balloon gets burst by the opponent, you lose.”
“You should try to raise your boiling blood to its limits, and additionally, you are allowed to directly attack any body part apart from the head and heart with the dagger. After all, it’s just an ordinary dagger; such wounds are nothing for knights and will heal in a day.”
Having said that, Wanyue stepped out of the circle with an air of watching a show.
“Can we directly attack the body? Isn’t that a bit too much…”
Jiang Yao uneasily glanced at Jiang Yan beside her, muttering softly.
“You don’t have to cut yourself to drink blood anymore; haven’t you grabbed my wrist and bitten enough times?”
Seeing the other’s awkwardness, Jiang Yan said harshly, “Sister Wanyue is testing our limits in combat. It’s not wrong to take it seriously.”
“What kind of absurd rule is that… ah!”
A flash of cold light, Jiang Yao suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm, instinctively pulling back, and then realized Jiang Yan had already assumed a fighting stance with a calm expression, a hint of provocation curling at the corner of her mouth.
“Just fight; don’t blame me for being brutal,” Jiang Yao pouted, raising her weapon as well.
The overwhelming aura of boiling blood expanded in the woods at once, and Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao’s eyes were almost simultaneously covered in blood color.
With intense boiling blood, Jiang Yan had already reached the peak state of an upper-level knight, while Jiang Yao had even reached the half-step baron realm, yet there was still a half-step difference in strength between them.
However, the more battle-hardened Jiang Yan was able to outsmart Jiang Yao’s rough and aggressive pushes, and she could disrupt the opponent’s tactical movements as much as possible.
In Wanyue’s eyes, the speed of both girls had become astonishing, making it hard to fathom—the kind of scenes that were impossible to see even in knightly realms, and even at her own half-step viscount realm, she could only barely keep up with the dazzling frequency of exchanges between Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao.
The physical explosiveness and agility of the Siberian blood clan were originally ranked in the middle among the eight ancestor lineages. But now seeing two ferociously fighting girls, Wanyue began to doubt herself, suddenly understanding why she first felt the urge to eliminate the two in their cradle.
“Uh…”
Jiang Yan performed a spinning backhand slicing motion, nearly breaking the small airbag on Jiang Yao’s arm, forcing the latter to turn and block. But this defensive flaw, forced upon her, allowed a dagger to land on Jiang Yao’s shoulder, instantly piercing halfway in.
Seizing the moment when Jiang Yao’s body stiffened from the injury for even less than half a second, Jiang Yan pushed in closely to collide, and Jiang Yao’s body flew out of the circle. If it were an actual combat scenario, Jiang Yao would have far more than one stab wound, her body likely riddled with holes from the silver dagger’s slicing.
“Sister! Are you serious?!”
Jiang Yao, furious, touched the wound on her shoulder, dropped her left-hand dagger, and lowered her body while the blood color in her eyes deepened.
The blood energy protein stored in her marrow rapidly decomposed and burned, the surging energy filled her whole body, and Jiang Yao’s waist sprang, scattering a pile of dead leaves on the ground as she instantly closed in on Jiang Yan, driving a knee into her body.
Jiang Yan reacted defensively, but still was launched off the ground by the violent impact, flying directly out of the circle.
She only barely stopped after breaking a small tree the size of a bowl.
Moving her waist and back, she spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, finally showing a satisfied smile, dropping the dagger from her right hand, her body seemed to surge with pressure, and her eyes revealed a forbidden blood color as if overloaded.
The intense boiling blood battle continued for nearly thirty minutes; Wanyue, observing from the side, couldn’t help but secretly admire the two monstrous girls before her and further confirmed her own suspicions.
These two little girls were indeed monsters, already possessing explosive physical power and speed capabilities that could rival barons at the knight stage, the former making the Altai blood clan able to overcome much stronger foes under extreme circumstances, and the latter being the greatest asset for the Caucasian blood clan to look down on others.
Moreover, they both possessed the high boiling blood stability of the Rhine blood clan and the high boiling blood threshold of the Iberian blood clan, allowing for an ultra-long duration of boiling blood combat. No, they couldn’t be viewed through the lens of existing blood clan realm standards and harmonious lineage divisions…
A muffled cry of pain echoed as Jiang Yan, still slightly less powerful, was knocked out of the circle once again, while a panting Jiang Yao was now injured in multiple places, blood flowing slowly down the surface of her tight combat suit.
Jiang Yan was also significantly injured, her left arm bleeding profusely, with a stream running down from her fingertips.
It seemed that this battle ignited the hidden wildness within Jiang Yan, the black-haired girl took a deep breath, wiped her bloodied hand across her face, then discarded the last dagger and slowly lowered her body’s center of gravity.
Jiang Yan’s eyes had turned red, devoid of any color, her blood temperature boosted again, evidently exceeding the boiling blood threshold, a tsunami-like pheromone bursting forth; her left forearm began to distort, fingers elongating into vicious bone claws.
“Sister… Wanyue? My sister… she…”
Jiang Yao stepped back in fear, turning to look at Wanyue outside the circle.
“Continue!”
Wanyue shot a command without altering her expression, even lighting a cigarette, her face growing increasingly grave. At that moment, she seemed to sense that Jiang Yan had emitted a certain aura only barons possess.
In Jiang Yan’s perception, the world slowly turned black and white, with only the boiling blood state of Jiang Yao presenting a blood-red silhouette.
To Jiang Yan, Jiang Yao seemed like freshly roasted meat, exuding an enticing aroma of blood and flesh.
The unique fragrance of the rare blood type permeated the clearing, intoxicatingly sweet; Jiang Yan’s eyes had lost all other colors, filled only with a frenzied bloodlust and boundless murderous intent.
“Sister! Stop! I give up!”
Realizing that Jiang Yan was on the verge of losing control after surpassing the boiling blood threshold, Jiang Yao hastily reduced her own boiling blood intensity, intending to surrender.
Within the surge of pheromones wafting about, there was now an indescribable brutality and predatory air; Jiang Yao felt that she was no longer facing the familiar Jiang Yan, but rather what resembled a blood-mad black blood clan in severe thirst.
“Fool! Why are you giving up resistance? Do you want to die?!”
Seeing Jiang Yao actively lower her boiling blood level at this dangerous juncture shocked Wanyue, a sense of ominous crisis flashing through her mind.
Unfortunately, Wanyue’s cry came half a second too late; Jiang Yan’s body shot up like a cannonball, diving directly toward the dazed Jiang Yao. The blood-soaked deformed bone claw of her left hand, carrying a bloody killing aura, instantly pierced into the lower right side of Jiang Yao’s chest.
In a critical moment, Jiang Yao’s body still recoiled backward, but the severe injury to her liver below the right chest forced her to drop her dagger and cover the wound tightly with both hands, beads of sweat bursting out on her forehead from pain.
Crouched on the ground, Jiang Yan didn’t charge further; instead, a cruel, mysterious smile crept onto her lips, resembling a beast ready to feed.
Wanyue suddenly noticed a familiar fluctuation drifting in the woods, composed of both internal and external hormones; it was the characteristic aura of the Siberian baron activating the blood explosion, as if it was a complex code, finally revealing its activation password.
Because of the previous claw penetration, Jiang Yan had already infused her blood into Jiang Yao’s body.
“Not good!”
Before Wanyue could rush over to stop Jiang Yan, they heard a loud bang, and suddenly, Jiang Yao’s liver area beneath her right chest exploded in a cloud of blood mist!
The explosion made of flesh and blood didn’t consist of smoke and flames but directly pierced through from the front of Jiang Yao’s body to the back, leaving two gaping holes, one large and one small.
Shattered combat attire, mangled flesh, several broken ribs, and a large quantity of liver tissue fragments sprayed out; nearly one-fifth of her thoracic and abdominal organs had vanished in an instant, leaving the ground in disarray.
Having undergone a grisly spontaneous blood explosion, Jiang Yao screamed and collapsed backward, rolling twice before passing out, her pupils slowly dilating, on the brink of death.
After delivering this brutal attack, Jiang Yan’s eyes began to glaze over, as if all heat had been drained, slowly cooling down, leaving only the menacing expression on her face frozen.
Wanyue had evaded to Jiang Yan’s side; with a heavy blow, she knocked the already exhausted girl out of control, leaving her sprawled on the ground.
It was a blood explosion! Crazy, this was really madness!
Wanyue’s mind was a muddle, and she disregarded Jiang Yan, quickly throwing herself beside Jiang Yao, lifting the girl’s body and pulling out several syringes, injecting each one methodically.
The robust vitality of blood clan knights manifested at this moment. Despite Jiang Yao suffering a horrific injury, she still managed to staunch her bleeding under the influence of various medications.
Looking at the brutal scene of the blood explosion, Wanyue sighed, slowly taking out her phone.
“Zhao Peng, come to my house on Longquan Mountain immediately, bring Xiao Dong with you… remember to bring all the blood substitutes, I have the surgical equipment here, and it’s best to bring a few more people…”
“…Yes, check the entire scene thoroughly; regardless of whose, don’t leave behind any remnants of flesh and blood, burn everything clean!”
Hanging up the phone, Wanyue gave a bitter smile as she held the blood-soaked Jiang Yao in her arms, heading down the mountain towards her villa.
It was already past five in the morning when the hurriedly gathered Zhao Peng and others finally cleaned up all traces in the woods, also lifting the heavily injured and unconscious Jiang Yao onto the vehicle, preparing to take her back to the Jinhe Club for treatment and recovery.
In the spacious business vehicle, Jiang Yan stood by the stretcher, quietly stroking the pale face and hair of Jiang Yao, strong regret and fear washed over her mind repeatedly.
What exactly happened to me? Why did that terrifying state of insanity appear again… Why do I fall into a state of uncontrollable consciousness during battles, then inexplicably manifest perception and thoughts I cannot even understand myself? Why do I possess blood explosion abilities only barons can control? Am I being controlled by something?
Outside the window was the last nightlight before dawn. The business vehicle sped along as smoothly as possible; Jiang Yao was already connected to an unknown number of intravenous drips, thick bandages almost covering most of her body.
Under Xiao Dong’s exquisite surgical skills, Jiang Yao’s exploded chest and abdomen were reattached with ribs; the damaged muscle tissue and remaining half a liver were handled with secondary surgery to prevent further internal bleeding, and her entire thoracic and abdominal area was comprehensively bandaged.
Next came an unknown duration of pseudodeath hibernation to recover from her injuries.
Meanwhile, in a certain villa estate on Longquan Mountain, under the light of a desk lamp in the study, Wanyue was writing and sketching on a piece of paper.
“So far, Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao have exhibited characteristics of five blood clan lineages: Siberian, Caucasian, Iberian, Altai, and Apennine. But what’s more terrifying is that they have triggered abilities exceeding that of barons, despite not reaching baron realm.”
“Jiang Yan has lost control twice, each time realizing the release of blood toxicity and blood explosion, while Jiang Yao only triggered a blood explosion subconsciously during that fateful night of being ambushed by four black blood clans.”
“From this perspective, Jiang Yan resembles a high-pressure cooker with the valve opened yet lacking a safety management mechanism. Jiang Yao is more like a growth prodigy with the accelerator pressed; though she doesn’t manifest the symptoms of Jiang Yan’s loss of control, her actual capabilities haven’t caught up.”
“The Tang family’s hefty flesh lump in City D evidently altered the traditional rules of blood invasion concerning Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao’s ancestry. That lump is a hodgepodge brimming with multiple blood clan ancestor lineages and must have been artificially cultivated. Could this be what the Goebbels family had been brewing before the war?”
“What will they ultimately become? What are the differences between products and semi-finished products?”
As the information scribbled on several sheets of paper grew increasingly crowded, Wanyue crumpled a page into a tight ball and produced a lighter, igniting it before tossing it onto the ground.
Watching the white paper ball gradually turn to black ash, Wanyue snapped a cigarette, deeply inhaling several times before opening the drawer of the desk carefully and retrieving an old-fashioned mechanical keypad phone.
Fiddling with the protective sliding cover of the phone’s keypad, she opened and closed it repeatedly, burning one cigarette after another.
Eventually, Wanyue sighed and tucked the phone away again.
