Chapter 663: Peerless Beauty, Seventh Clan, Vampire Noble

Within this so-called Ark War Zone, a flesh-and-blood jungle suddenly twitched, then condensed like ten thousand birds returning to their nest into a peerlessly beautiful woman wearing a JK-style skirt.

This woman was like an innocent, pure young girl, a stunning college student with beauty that could topple kingdoms, and a mature middle-aged woman radiating charm.

The breathtaking grace of every age appeared on her face, beautiful beyond all measure.

The word "beauty" was utterly inadequate to describe even a fraction of her appearance!

Her countenance could make mountains bow and seas reverse course; even the lifeless, heavy hand of fate would tilt toward her, pouring luck and goodness into her lap.

"What the fuck, who stirred up such a big commotion? I'm in the middle of conquering this damn building, and you come to cause trouble!" the woman roared at the sky, her face twisting into extreme ugliness—yet she remained stunningly beautiful.

She shot a glance at a dormitory building far in the distance, her face filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Just then, a group of men with fanatical expressions came running over.

In the Blood Mist World, such vibrant humans could only be players, without a doubt.

"So beautiful, so beautiful, truly beautiful!"

"You must be the elven goddess of this beautiful blood forest! Please accept my allegiance!"

"What kind of heart do you desire? I'll fetch it for you right now!"

"Hahahahaha, no wonder that scumbag Zhou Sen, even when hunted and killed by the dormitory building, refused to reveal your existence. If it were us, we wouldn't have either!"

"You want to send a spy into the 'Divine Void Building,' right? I'm willing, I'm willing! Even if the Divine Void Building issues a kill order, I wouldn't hesitate!"

"I want to lick you so badly. Let me lick you, Mommy!"

"You bastard, just breathing the same air as her should be more than enough for you! I'll gouge out your eyeballs—how dare you ogle the elven goddess!"

These players crazily rushed toward the peerless beauty, but halfway there, they inexplicably started slaughtering each other, and in the end, not a single one survived.

The peerless woman wore an expression of utter disgust.

Before leaving, she spat toward that Divine Void Building.

That spittle was blocked by the Safe Zone's barrier membrane, then turned into a disaster.

Even while retreating, she didn't forget to spite the dormitory building.

Last time, she had been severely injured by that building, and after recovering, she came to take her revenge.

She had been working on conquering this dormitory for a long time, but with no results to show for it.

"Let's head to that place this time. The things there are huge—eating them should be satisfying!"

The peerless woman locked onto a direction and sped away in a flash.

...

Black City.

Inside the ancient castle.

The Young Girl was utterly stunned, gently sucking in a breath of cold air: "Hiss—two Sequences vanished at once!"

In her hand lay a complete Sequence Encyclopedia, though it only recorded the Primal Sequences.

The Later-born Sequences were too numerous and chaotic, and lacking synchronicity, the encyclopedia's utility was limited—at best, it served as a filing record.

"My lady, has there been movement in the Sequence Sea?"

A man in tattered clothes knelt on the ground, his voice trembling with both reverence and fear.

The Young Girl before him was named Phyllis, the Seventh Primogenitor of the Vampire Clan, and an A-rank Sequence Holder to boot!

The Vampire Clan was one of the ruling kings of the Dark World, and the Dark World was a superpower upon the Blood Mist Earth, possessing its own independent realm and enjoying a fearsome reputation.

Not long ago, he had been personally hunted down and captured by this demoness!

A dignified B-rank Sequence Holder had actually been reduced to a prisoner!

And it was all his own fault—his Fusionist Sequence had only developed to the True Spirit Stage. If it had reached the Awakening Stage, he might have been able to defend himself.

He had carved out a bit of a name for himself, but when facing true overlords, he was still outmatched.

"What are you in such a hurry about?" Phyllis said discontentedly, then shifted her tone: "So it really wasn't you who fused the Animal Tamer and the Butcher. Tell me, who exactly did such a thing, permanently causing a Sequence to vanish from the Sequence Sea of the Primal Sequences? If you can't say, I'll kill you!"

Clatter, clatter~

As she spoke, Phyllis tugged at the iron chain in her hand.

The other end of the chain was connected to the collar around the man's neck. The man was yanked, his body swaying, while cold sweat poured from his forehead like a waterfall.

Phyllis was absolutely not just making threats!

Just then, a woman with silver curly hair cascading down to her hips walked into the hall.

Moonlight shone upon the thick silver strands, reflecting glimmers of light. A Western rapier hung at her waist, and she wore a suit of silver light armor. A white cloak embroidered with white roses fluttered backward with her steps, as if invisible giant hands were holding it up from below.

Her figure was exceedingly tall, likely around one meter ninety, with a long, handsome, and slender build. Her proportions were flawless, and her skin glowed like creamy crystal.

"Greetings, Primogenitor." The woman's features were well-defined, yet lacked the depth that made Westerners appear aged. Instead, she looked very young, perfect beyond perfection.

This, too, was a vampire, and from her bearing, a vampire of noble status.

"Sofia, you've arrived." Phyllis crossed her small, tender legs, her bare feet exposed to the air, swaying slightly.

"Yes, I've brought intelligence on the Annalist of Years and the Vajra Guardian from past generations." The silver-armored woman replied respectfully.

After entering, she maintained perfect etiquette, every movement exuding a natural elegance. However, her silver pupils never once glanced at the man beside her, and her face remained fixed in Phyllis's direction.

"Good, good, let me see them quickly." Phyllis spread her small hands and said, "Have you found any clues?"

Xu Lang's earlier concerns had been correct.

If these powerhouses couldn't find information about him, they would go after the previous Sequence holders.

"Based on our deductions, the disturbance in the Sequence Sea should be related to that Dorm Survival Game." A glimmer of light flashed in Sofia's eyes.

"Ugh!" Phyllis said with irritation, "These monsters that appeared at the end of this era are really annoying!"

The man was just feeling relieved that Sofia's arrival had saved his life when his heart thumped wildly with excitement.

Though not stated explicitly, Phyllis's tone seemed to carry some wariness toward that so-called Dorm Survival Game.

"Lady Primogenitor, I am willing to serve you with all my might..." the man said with fervent enthusiasm, but before he could finish, a silver boot came flying at him.

The man was kicked stumbling, his teeth loosened.

"Who allowed you to speak!" Sofia's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at the man.

A heavy pressure instantly crushed down on the man, making it hard for him to breathe—like a mouse caught by a cat's gaze.

"Hehe!" Phyllis giggled and said, "Don't be like that, Sofia. Even though he's using this opportunity to rebel against me, he's still quite valuable."

"I did not!" The man's eyes widened as he frantically retorted.

Phyllis took a deep breath: "That's the smell of lies!"

Crack!

A flash of silver light, and the scabbard smacked against the man's face.

Most of the man's teeth shattered, and the humiliation in his heart reached its peak.

"Don't ever lie in front of a vampire noble again. Your heartbeat, the scent emanating from your blood—it all betrays you!" Phyllis said cheerfully.

Sofia remained silent.

The master and servant displayed starkly different personalities.

Sofia was like a caretaker looking after a child.

If it had been Sofia, she would never have leaked such intelligence to a slave, let alone cracked a smile.

"Sofia, it seems you haven't been sent on a mission in a long time." Phyllis looked at Sofia.

Instantly, the light in Sofia's eyes grew even brighter, like two silver cold stars, as she respectfully said, "It has been three years since I last left the Dark World."

Phyllis revealed a sweet smile: "Alright, I'll give you an outside mission now. Leave the Dark World, gather as much intelligence as you can about the Dorm Survival Game, and if possible, find that Scarlet Shepherd and bring him back!"