National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Before the powerful Vampires, their strength was nothing—like ants trying to shake a tree.

The Vampires’ movements were elegant yet lethal. They moved like lightning, instantly weaving through the crowd.

Every swing of an arm was accompanied by a cold glint of light, followed immediately by a piercing scream.

Blood spattered, blossoming into eerie crimson flowers under the moonlight, a testament to life’s final struggle.

One by one, the survivors fell. Their bodies slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that seemed to mourn their fate.

As time passed, the screams of agony gradually faded, until there was only silence.

The blood-drenched, mutilated corpses lay scattered in disarray, their bodies quickly growing cold, proclaiming the end of life.

But the terrifying scene did not end there.

Then, the corpses slowly began to move. One by one, they struggled to rise from the ground.

Their once-warm skin was now a deathly, lifeless pale. The wounds on their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and an eerie, crimson light pulsed in their gazes—proof they had been corrupted by the Dark Power.

The assimilation of the last group of humans by the Vampires was complete.

This once-vibrant corner of the world had completely fallen, becoming a domain of darkness.

And atop a high-rise not far away, Ye Lingyun quietly watched it all unfold, a satisfied smile on her face.

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Meanwhile, in other corners of the world, the intelligence agencies of every nation were closely monitoring the White-Red Empire’s every move.

They deployed their most advanced satellite surveillance and intelligence networks, attempting to capture every subtle change within the White-Red Empire.

They knew the upheaval in the White-Red Empire was no accident; a massive conspiracy had to be lurking behind it.

Nations everywhere scrambled to reinforce their borders. Their Defense Teams were put on high alert as they began to muster their forces, preparing to face the potential crisis.

This dark storm brewing in the White-Red Empire had the potential to engulf the entire world,

and they had to be fully prepared.

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On the top floor of the magnificent and imposing tower that symbolized the very core of power in the Great Jing Empire,

Ji Shengyue’s office was spacious and bright.

Massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city’s prosperous landscape. Bustling streets and row upon row of skyscrapers formed the picture of a vibrant metropolis.

However, Ji Shengyue was in no mood to appreciate the view.

She sat bolt upright before a desk crafted from precious mahogany, her posture impeccable, her gaze focused and intense.

On her desk, reports were being delivered in a flurry, piling up like snow,

each one containing urgent intelligence gathered from around the globe,

and each one bearing crucial information that would determine the future of the Great Jing Empire.

Ji Shengyue had recently enjoyed a rare moment of peace, free from the endless stream of troubles that usually plagued her.

But she knew this brief tranquility was merely the calm before the storm.

Ji Shengyue could already sense that the global order was on the precipice of a subtle but momentous change. A great storm was about to break.

When that moment truly came, for the Great Jing Empire and for herself,

there would be only two possible outcomes:

Either it would be a cataclysmic disaster, one that would overturn everything and plunge the Great Jing Empire into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Or it would be an opportunity for a new beginning, a chance to lead the Great Jing Empire into an unprecedented era of glory!