The game has become a real alternate world

Early morning.

The rising sunlight couldn't penetrate the dark clouds over Safro Kingdom.

The camp beneath the lighthouse was already deserted.

Only the bodies of numerous Blood Race cultists lay scattered around, Kana and the others did not bother to clean them up.

Outside the camp, the sound of numerous hooves echoed.

As the hoofbeats grew fainter, the battalion led by the Third Princess surrounded the camp.

Everyone was very solemn.

Blood Race, even without the ability to control blood, is exceptionally sensitive to the scent of blood.

From miles away, they had already smelled the overwhelming scent of blood emanating from here.

Even before entering the camp, everyone knew they had arrived late.

The Third Princess frowned as she looked at the camp.

"Are those fools worshiping the deviant really so weak? Couldn't they even stall them a bit?"

After speaking, she waved her hand.

Wolft led several Blood Race Knights into the camp, confirming no enemies remained, only corpses, before waving his hand.

They flooded into the camp, observing the bodies scattered everywhere and the marks of battle surrounding them.

"What is that symbol?" A Blood Race Knight noticed something and pointed upward at the lighthouse.

Everyone looked up.

On the lighthouse, a circular emblem had been carved.

Inside was a simple torch design.

"Perhaps it's a mark left by my brother, but the meaning... I don't know either; it's my first time seeing it," the Third Princess shook her head and said.

Wolft examined each corpse thoroughly, recalling information: "It seems quite a few escaped death, I remember intelligence from a few days ago indicating several cultists worshipping the Evil God had left by ship."

They roughly understood why this camp had been slaughtered so effortlessly.

"Princess, what shall we do now?" Wolft inquired.

The Third Princess frowned, observing Blake and the others, who left behind nearly no trace of concealment.

"Continue the pursuit; for so many days now, their food surely isn't enough, and undoubtedly, they carry many injured.

He's probably preparing to leave; we can't let them depart so easily."

All the way here, she had smelled the blood of dwarfs and humans but hadn't seen a single enemy corpse, indicating the enemy had many wounded.

After killing so many from the Blood Race, there could not be a lack of injured, perhaps even taking the corpses with them.

After all, the blood on Blake and his men seemed hardly cleaned, readily detectable.

With the Princess's order, everyone continued the chase.

Above them, Grey Fang, riding a Winged Dragon, had been surveilling from high altitude.

Watching everyone pursue Blake's group departing, he then steered the Winged Dragon to fly to another location.

Kana looked at the returning Grey Fang: "How was it? Have they left?"

Grey Fang nodded.

"Then we also move out; our current target is to remain covert around Giant Rock City, waiting for the opportunity."

Only six people in total, a smaller target, easier to hide, and their strength was ample.

...

Riding Land Birds and War Sheep, Blake and his group rampaged across Safro Kingdom, relying on their formidable endurance and mobility.

Around 50 people spread out widely.

Several Blood Race patrol teams directly discovered them, attempting to flank and ambush them.

But now, these Night Watchers had professional bonuses.

George, riding on a Land Bird, pulled his bow, and the Piercing Strike sliced through the air, arriving instantaneously to penetrate the head of a giant bat in the sky.

Crossbow Arrow, Throwing Spear, Flying Knife.

All were able to attach Piercing Strike, and the enemy fell to the ground before even getting close.

Every enemy they encountered only left behind a corpse.

The Kingdom indeed lacked mobile units inside, let alone receiving the news, Blake's men had long since fled afar.

The Third Princess's battalion chasing them.

Looking at another heap of corpses in front, the bodies were scattered around, and mud was imprinted with numerous claw and hoof marks.

"So audacious! So arrogant! Completely disregarding the Blood Race royal court!" Finally, Wolft couldn't contain his anger, shouting furiously at the scene.

All the way chasing, they found only unmistakable traces and numerous corpses.

The Third Princess watched, her brows knitted into a furrow.

"Why? Why haven't they left a single enemy corpse? Could every one of them be so formidable?"

Then the Third Princess turned to Wolft: "My Knight, tell me, what kind of squad could slaughter its way through yet leave no single corpse?"

They were Blood Race, and the Third Princess and her knights were high-ranking Blood Race.

Like Kana and the others, they controlled blood.

They could smell the blood spilled by the enemy on the way; the enemy was not without injuries, indeed many were significantly wounded.

So much blood spilled, yet not a single corpse left.

The Third Princess couldn't comprehend.

Even having Holy Light Church Priests following for immediate treatment couldn't create blood from nothing.

Despite recovering injuries, they should still face weakness.

But as for the enemy's state, where was the weakness? They seemed to have endless strength.