The Witch Hunter System

Emperor Varan fixed his gaze on a dark corner filled with dozens of blood-red eyes staring back at him. They belonged to a group of Vampiric Demon Bats. However, this group did not blindly attack him like the rest of their kind.

For a moment, Emperor Varan thought he had seen wrong as the dozens of eyes merged into a single pair of blood-red eyes.

A few moments later, a humanoid male emerged from the dark corner, revealing his defining black hair, blood-red eyes, and pale skin. He was also dressed in a high-quality, silky black suit.

These were the clear traits of a vampire.

Furthermore, based on his aura and attire, the humanoid male appeared to be a notably high-ranking vampire.

The vampire displayed a seemingly harmless smile, but the battle-spirited pair of red eyes betrayed his intentions for a peaceful engagement.

"It seems I have finally caught your attention," the high-ranking vampire smiled as he spoke, "I wasn't sure how much longer I would have to wait before you notice my presence."

"I am someone who has always been interested in fighting strong people, and you look like the strongest person in this area. What do you think? Will you be my opponent?" the high-ranking vampire suggested with refined mannerisms.

The high-ranking vampire patiently waited for Emperor Varan's response when a Rank 4 Body Refiner suddenly launched a sneak attack from the side.

"I will be your opponent—!"

Poof!

The Rank 4 Body Refiner's roar abruptly ended after his head miraculously fell into the high-ranking vampire's grasp and popped with a slight squeeze.

The high-ranking vampire did not even do so much as spare the Rank 4 Body Refiner a glance. He simply raised his hand, and the Rank 4 Body Refiner lost control of his movements, falling right into his grasp before dying.

Emperor Varan took a deep breath before re-evaluating the high-ranking vampire's strength.

"Before that, I want to know who you are. Are you the Great Devil Abaddon?" Emperor Varan asked.

However, his question immediately threw the high-ranking vampire into a fit of laughter.

"Am I the Great Devil Abaddon, you ask…?!" the high-ranking vampire shook as he glanced at Emperor Varan with scorn. "You think too highly of yourself, human. Do you think you are worthy of challenging my master?! I am far beneath my master's strength, but being permitted to challenge me is already your greatest honor, you ignorant buffoon!"

"Alas, the fault lies with me for forgetting to introduce myself. Forgive my unsightly conduct. I shouldn't have insulted you and blamed your ignorance. Let us start over, shall we?"

The high-ranking vampire quickly calmed down before properly introducing himself, "This Noble One is the Noble Vampire known as Kazamir, the ninety-ninth demon in my master's, the Blood Ancestor's Night Parade."

Ninety-ninth demon!

Emperor Varan felt heavy-hearted, knowing there were at least ninety-eight other vampires as powerful or even stronger than Kazamir.

…

Meanwhile, other members of the Blood Ancestor's Night Parade also made their trips around the Imperial Capital, looking for suitable opponents to test their strengths.

The Wyvern Ancestor and the dragon elites were no exceptions, as they found themselves before refined-looking vampires of unknown strengths.

None of these demons of the Night Parade seemed interested in feasting on blood as they had no such urges; they were only interested in doing battle after entering a new world.

"Good day to you, Venerable Dragon. I am the Seventy-Third Seated Demon in the Blood Ancestor's Night Parade, the Noble Vampire Velorina," a pretty vampire elegantly introduced herself in front of Fraegar before revealing a hint of envy.

"You are the most beautiful dragon I have ever laid eyes upon. Do you think your pretty scales will make good garments for me? I feel like a dragon-scale battle dress would look very dazzling on me."

Fraegar immediately frowned before cussing, "Bitch!"

…

While one-third of the Night Parade descended upon the Imperial Capital, the remaining two-thirds visited the Black Mountain alone. Moreover, it was the strongest two-thirds of the Night Parade.

It seemed the Black Mountain possessed something rather special or enticing that attracted most of the Night Parade to it.

However, the sixty-six members of the Night Parade weren't the first to be drawn to the Black Mountain. Several hundred thousand Vampiric Demon Bats flocked to the Black Mountain before them.

It was only after noticing the odd behaviors of the Vampiric Demon Bats that the sixty-six members of the Night Parade paid attention to the Black Mountain and visited it.

Of course, Vaan knew exactly what attracted all of them – his unique aura.

The martial warriors at the foot of the Black Mountain were shocked when sixty-six high-ranking vampires showed up next to them, each with a level of strength most likely beyond the Transcendent rank, according to their unstable auras.

"D-Demigod-rank demons…!"

A senior martial warrior was horrified after identifying the semi-divine auras found within each of the high-ranking vampires.

Although he couldn't be completely certain as he had never encountered Demigods before, he was confident that their auras surpassed most Transcendents.

The crowd of martial warriors at the foot of the Black Mountain quickly panicked with alarm when the powerful vampires appeared. But after some time, astonishment replaced their fears.

None of the Demigod-rank vampires attacked them as if they hadn't noticed them—No, they simply viewed them as nonentities.

"Ahhh! Everyone, look! Vanderlin Pendragon is live! Hahaha, I knew he was alive… Huh? Wait a minute…" Berucha's joyful voice resounded at the foot of the mountain before it was mixed with confusion and doubt.

At the same time, many more martial warriors finally noticed Vaan and got caught off guard by his appearance.

Only one person had ever reached the top of the Black Mountain – Vanderlin Pendragon. Everyone already knew about his appearance. As such, they were astonished to find an unfamiliar face up there.

Furthermore, the unfamiliar face wore the most magnificent attire he had ever seen – it seemed to exude the aura of true dragons.

"That's Vanderlin Pendragon? That's not how he looks like…" a junior martial warrior mentioned with doubt before softly muttering, "But why do I feel like this kind of face and aura perfectly matches his name?"

"Perhaps this is Sir Pendragon's true appearance…!" a senior martial warrior's eyes lit up before he loudly exclaimed, "Yes, that must be it! This is how Sir Pendragon should look! Truly a dragon among men!"

In these precarious, dark times, everyone's hearts were suddenly ignited with hope and anticipation.

Their living legend versus the Demigod-rank vampires – Who would win?