Endless Debt Chapter 1489 - 59: Blood Feast_3

The blood purity of the Night Race member whose blood had been completely drained was evidently not high. He curled up his body, struggled to lower his head, attempting to lick the bloodstains of others injured on the ground. However, no matter how his shriveled lips sucked, threads of blood still flowed out from his severed throat.

Gradually, he fell silent, dying so easily, just like a mortal.

Simultaneously with the death of this Night Race, the other Night Race members were cornered by Olivia. In the darkness, countless shadowed hands intertwined, forming an invisible shadow prison.

The Night Race members, like headless flies, crashed into the cage one after another, promptly restrained by shadowed hands, or their limbs were severed, leaving mangled bodies, miserably hanging on the shadowy web.

"Did you know? Besides sunlight and silver, the Night Race has another weakness that can hardly be called a weakness."

Olivia’s voice was languid, her scarlet eyes reflecting one terrified face after another.

The dagger lightly sliced through the eyeball of a Night Race member, Olivia smiled, "I guess you don’t even know that this weakness exists?"

Speaking, she slowly drove the dagger down, the injured eyeball of the Night Race member exploded like a ripe grape. He screamed, but the dagger did not stop, it continued downward.

He could feel the cold metal gradually penetrating flesh and blood, like a venomous serpent drilling into his brain. He could even hear his own blood surging rapidly, converging toward the dagger.

"Blood."

Amidst extreme terror, he heard Olivia speak.

"Blood maintains the connection between Night Races and becomes the conduit for transmitting Undying Power. Similarly, it is the embodiment of the Undying Power itself."

Olivia seemed to be reciting the essence of the Night Race, or introducing all this to Bologue.

"Rather than saying the Night Race itself is immortal, it’s better to say that the truly immortal is the blood within the Night Race. Every drop of Forbidden Blood is etched with the Blood Contract signed by the Night King and the Devil."

Olivia thoroughly pierced through the Night Race member’s skull and drained all the blood in him. She then looked at another controlled Night Race member not far away.

He screamed hoarsely, emitting a soundwave that seemed mentally painful, presumably his Secret Energy. Then, cyan light flared up, he opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. His skin started to redden, as if the blood within was about to burst out from under the skin, his expression was agonizing.

Palmer rubbed his head, nodded towards Olivia, for him it was hardly difficult to create a vacuum area to isolate sound transmission now.

Olivia continued to speak, "Blood is crucial for the Night Race, you must know, we Night Race inherently do not possess the ability to produce blood. So, blood not only alleviates our Bulimia Nervosa but is also our best nutritional supply.

If a Night Race member loses a lot of blood, our Undying Power will be greatly weakened. If stripped of all blood entirely, the undead will be suppressed to the lowest point, enough to be easily killed by a mortal."

Olivia walked gracefully towards one Night Race after another, picking up the dagger, skillfully like an executioner, slicing open fragile throats, drinking their blood dry, leaving only desiccated corpses hanging in the shadows.

"That is to say, even without sunlight, silver, just draining their blood with this dagger can kill a Pure-blood Night Race."

Olivia turned her head, displaying to Bologue the exquisite and lethal metal in her hand.

Upon seeing this, Bologue asked quietly, "Was it with this weapon that Serey once killed all his kin?"

Olivia lowered her head slightly, in silence she nodded painfully and reluctantly.

"Yes," she caressed the gradually warming blade, "with this Bloodthirsty Dagger."