On the one hand, Atlas felt as if his consciousness was drowning, unable to get back again; on the other hand, his body was following the urge for blood.

The entire street was covered in blood as Atlas ruthlessly killed more and more Vampires. The more he killed, the stronger he became as he was able to use the Vampire Blood as well.

The Carlisle Clan heads didn’t realize that. They thought that Atlas was only drinking the Blood of Vampires because he had lost his senses as they knew that the Vampire Blood was generally useless for them. They thought it was the same for Atlas, not realizing that Atlas was different.

As a Progenitor, Atlas had the advantages that they didn’t have, and one of those advantages was the ability to drink vampire blood without getting sick.

“He has truly lost his senses. He drank so much Vampire Blood his body would soon shut down. This idiot,” Lord Carlisle let out, shaking his head. “That’s when it’ll be even easier for us to take him down.”

Severis gazed back at Carlisle. “Is that why you stopped me? A vampire’s blood is the poison for another Vampire. Are you sacrificing your Clan Members to get him weakened?”

“Maybe,” Carlisle answered vaguely. “You might not notice it, but most of my men are here. And as I can see, this guy is very strong. It’s better to weaken him before taking him out in one attempt. I don’t want to have to waste my minutes fighting him. My time is more precious.”

“For some reason, your plan doesn’t seem to be working,” Severis chimed in, pointing otherwise. “Instead of slowing down, he seems to be getting even faster.”

“Probably the initial rush of Bloodlust. Just wait a few more minutes, and he’ll be down.” Carlisle stood proud with his hands behind his back as if he was above this battle.

Atlas kept killing the Vampires and feeding on them. In the process, he also got a few scratches, but with the help of his speed, he managed to avoid any serious injury. Moreover, all his minor injuries also kept healing right away.

Over twenty Vampires lay dead on the ground. A trail of blood could be seen trickling down Atlas’s lips.

It was as if he was giving a beautiful performance where he was the wind that couldn’t be touched.

Watching the battle, even Yovana couldn’t take her eyes off Atlas. Even though there was not a shred of emotion on his face, there was just something very charming about his performance. It was as if Atlas was dancing with the wind, giving the most beautiful performance she had ever seen.

No matter how many Vampires Atlas killed, more kept coming. He had killed over Twenty Vampires, but over a Hundred were surrounding him now.

The battle became harder as time passed, even though Atlas became stronger. The enemy was just too many, and Atlas didn’t have his fighting senses. He was only fighting based on his urges which focused on killing as many as he could while giving the least amount of importance to his safety.

The more he got injured, the angrier he got as he stopped protecting himself entirely.

He appeared between two Vampires, stabbing his hand into the chest of both at the same time, crushing their hearts before tossing the bodies to the other Vampires.

He appeared before another Vampire and grabbed the neck of the man while stabbing his other hand in the chest of the man before tearing the head off the man.

Lilith continued with her spell while observing Atlas. She could see what he was going through, but she couldn’t do anything about it. This was his battle at this point. All she could do was regain her body using the connection to Atlas so she could help him to some extent.

Within the next minute, Atlas killed over fifty Vampires, but his injuries also got worse.

There was a scar right across his face, which was bleeding. A deep two-inch deep gash was left on his chest.

Throughout the hundreds of enemies, Atlas’ gaze fell on the two men in the distance that were watching him. Despite being in his Bloodlust, seeing those two people, some strange emotions flashed through his eyes.

A sword stabbed in his chest from the back as he was distracted. Atlas ran ahead, removing the sword from his back.

He straight ran to the two Heads, killing the Vampires along the way as if they were nothing but stray.

His entire clothes were drenched in blood by now.

Severis watched Atlas coming to them. “I’ll take care of it—enough toying with this guy. We let him run wild for long enough. Time to bring him down a notch.”

Severis took a step forward, watching Atlas running to them. This time, Carlisle didn’t stop him either.

He was more concerned about something else. So much time had passed, yet Atlas wasn’t falling to his knees despite drinking so much Vampire Blood. He couldn’t understand the logic behind it. Just what was different about this guy, which was preventing the poison effect from working on him?

He still wanted to see more as to what this guy really was. Now that his Vampires had failed, he let Severis take action.

A Sword came slicing from the back, leaving another wound on his back which was even worse than the one on his chest, but Atlas didn’t stop. Instead, his figure appeared behind the Vampire who had attacked. He crushed the neck of the Vampire before tossing the body away.

Severis, who was even faster than the other Vampires, used the slightest distraction that he had received. He grabbed Atlas by his neck, raising him in the air.

Atlas couldn’t even react before Severis thrashed his body on the ground. A deep crater was left under Atlas, who coughed out a mouthful of Blood.

All the wounds were taking a toll on him, and on top of that, the Blood Lust was overwhelming his soul. At the same time, Severis used his distraction to take advantage.

Not giving Atlas a chance to react, Severis stabbed his palm inside the chest of Atlas, touching his heart.

“This is for destroying my Castle!” Severis declared as he prepared to crush the heart of Atlas.

“Argh!” Before he could crush the heart, he roared in pain as he noticed his hand being sliced from the wrist.

“Who dares!” Severis roared as he subconsciously took a step back.

“I don’t know who you are, but I can’t sit and watch you hurt my friend.” A calm yet prideful voice fell in the ears of Severis.

He looked to his side, noticing a young man standing with a Sword in his hand, which he had used to slice the hand of Severis before he could hurt Atas.

“A Werewolf?!” Severis exclaimed in surprise, realizing who the newcomer was. Just the smell of Lancaster was enough to give away his identity to a Vampire now that he had awakened.

“Yours truly,” Lancaster smiled in response.

On the inside, even he was slightly worried since he would have to face two Vampire Clan leaders despite being awakened just yesterday. He didn’t know if he could even come out alive, but he couldn’t just sit by and watch as Atlas was about to be killed.

He interfered right away.

“You wild dogs have selected the wrong battle! Let me kill you first!” Enraged, Severis shot to Lancaster.

Lancaster tossed his sword away. His hand turned into sharp claws as he planted his feet firmly on the ground, prepared to intercept Severis.

It was his first battle with a Vampire, and he wanted to make his Royal Bloodline proud by now failing, no matter how hard this battle was going to be.

“A Werewolf who is siding with a Vampire?” Carlisle muttered in surprise. Even he hadn’t expected this to be possible.

Vampires and Werewolves were like night and day that could never work together, so how was it possible? Just what was happening here?

As Carlisle tried to make sense of the situation, a Vampire came running from the back.

“Y-your Majesty, I brought news!”

Carlisle turned around. “You brought the person I told you to bring?’

“I did.”

“Where is she?”

“She sent me to give you a message. A Witch has entered the Castle. She went inside to stop the witch.” The young Vampire breathed heavily as he explained.

“A Witch infiltrated the castle? And at a time like this? Why does it feel like everything was pre-planned? A vampire and werewolf to distract us while a Witch snuck inside the castle? For what? Ah, the Book! But this is even more absurd! A Vampire, a werewolf, and a Witch working together? Something really big is going on.”

“But if that woman is inside the Castle, I believe she will catch that infiltrator. I don’t have to worry about that. I only need to stop these two! Only they can answer me what they planned!”

Lancaster was about to be attached, and he was completely prepared to counter as well, but the attack never came.

Severis got close to Lancaster, but before he could lay his hand on Lancaster, a fist landed in his face, sending him flying into the distant building.

Atlas was up. He followed Severis inside the damaged building.

On the other hand, Carlisle decided that it was finally time for him to get a handle on things. If it was just Atlas, he believed Severis was enough for him, but it wasn’t just him. There were more culprits here.

He cracked his knuckles. His aura surrounded the entire place. “I thought this day was going to be a day of entertainment. I wasn’t wrong, ultimately. Just the entertainment will be different than what I assumed before.”

He stepped closer to Lancaster.

“We had a treaty with the Werewolves that they won’t enter our territory, and we won’t enter theirs. You’ve broken that treaty, so I have the complete right to kill you right here and right now. After I kill you, I’ll personally go to the Werewolves to throw your body at their doors!”