Their eyes instantly brightened at the prospect.

Fonga was finally ready to take action against Pearl City.

Chapter 264.

Did you think I came as a guest? The night in Pearl City was eerily tranquil.

Aside from the scattered starlight above, the entire city lay enveloped in darkness.

A few torches flickered on the city walls.

Yet scarcely a gar could be seen.

In this serene night, the bone dragon directly ushered them within the city walls while Anna and Li swiftly eliminated the guards and forcefully opened the tightly shut city gates.

A multitude of undead surged into the city, weaving through the pitch black streets, hastening towards the Lord's mansion.

Inside the Lord's Mansion, the banquet continued unabated.

Guests engaged in lively discussions about future developments, contemplating the best pretext to transport the lowerass residents to the gleaming heights.

Pearl City was situated on the fringes of the Federation.

Even if turmoil ensued here, as long as the Lord refrained from reporting it, the Federation would find it challenging to detect any anomalies.

Everyone exercised caution.

Concealing matters for a few years was not an arduous task.

This was also the reason Sirill and the vampires dare to take such risks.

"Huh, we shall continue to rely on Mr.

Fielding's assistance in the future," Sirill remarked.

Fielding smiled slightly, nodding gently just as the guests clinkedked their cups in exchange flattery.

A cacophony of shouts and battle cries erupted from outside the door.

Bang! The grand door of the banquet hall was forcefully thrust open, and a throng of guards and pale blood suckers stumbled into the room in disarray.

"My lord, the undead have breached.

" A guard exclaimed loudly, "Swish, swish, swish!" A barrage of arrows rained in from outside, striking down several guards who fell lifelessly to the ground.

Sirill's eyes narrowed and his expression turned icy.

He overturned the long table, taking cover with everyone behind it to shield against the arrows.

"Who are they?" Sirill inquired, glancing at the fleeing guard.

"They are the undead.

A vast number of them," the guard replied, his face ashen, still gripped by terror.

The interior of the room obscured the outside scene with arrows cascading in through windows and the main door.

Undead.

Upon hearing this, Sirill looked towards Fielding.

The vampires possessed the ability to control the undead, and he immediately thought of them.

Fielding's brow furrowed as he questioned the pale blood sucker who had just entered.

"What transpired?" "My lord, it is the skeletal undead.

An overwhelming horde of them," the pale blood sucker responded.

The mention of skeletons reminded Fielding of the undead territories to the north.

Had the enemy received word and come here to attack deliberately? What a remarkable coincidence.

Lord Sirill, these are skeletal undead unrelated to the vampires.

We should focus on how to deal with them, Fielding stated.

Agreed.

As the two conversed, yet another wave of guards fell to arrows.

Blood flowed like streams, and those who had ingested vampire blood began to have their eyes turned crimson, gazing hungrily at the blood pooling around them.

The onslaught of arrows persisted for half an hour.

The entire banquet hall was filled with arrows, their shafts obscuring the corpses beneath.

Cease fire.

A familiar voice suddenly resonated from outside.

Sirill furrowed his brow, attempting to recall where he had heard that voice before.

Outside the door, the arrows ceased.

and a multitude of undead soldiers surged into the hall, encircling the individuals gathered behind the long table, Sirill and his companions instantly pald.

Faced with such a disparity in forces, no strategim could alter their fate, the sound of footsteps echoed, and the undead parted to create a path.

A young man with raven hair, accompanied by a girl with beast ears and a lizard man, stepped before them.

Lord Sirill, why was I not summoned to the banquet? I do so adore a lively gathering.

Fonggho declared with a smile, his voice ringing clear.

Fonggha, Sirill<unk>s expression turned icy, and he viferously questioned, "Do you dare conspire with the undead to assault human cities?" Domiga moved a wooden chair behind Fong Hao.

Fong Ho took a seat, staring directly at Sirill.

Collaborating with the undead is surely preferable to your alliance with the blood clan and your betrayal of the town's people.

IS&T it.

Everyone's expressions shifted instantaneously.

It was only after hearing Sirill's explanation that night that they had come to understand the Blood Clan scheme.

How did Fonghao know this? His tone was laden with certainty.

What nonsense are you spouting? What bloodclan? Sirill maintained his composure.

Fongghao turned his gaze toward another figure, a tall man with pale skin.

What do you say, Mr.

Fielding? Fielding smiled.

I presume you are the lord of the northern undead territory.

I must admit, I was surprised to learn you were human.

Fielding's demeanor was calm, as if of paying homage to a noble.

Mr.

Fielding is quite astute.

Fong how did not refute this.

Continuing with curiosity, I am rather intrigued.

What price did you pay to persuade a human lord to join your ranks? The hall fell into a sudden silence.

In most eyes, turned to a young man standing beside Sirill.

The youth bore a striking resemblance to Sirill, and with his gone appearance, resembling one just recovering from severe illness.

Fong house swiftly deduced the truth.

The proprietor had mentioned that Sirill son was gravely ill and likely had only a few years left.

A great father, yet an adequate lord, Sirill, your tale could fill the pages of a novel.

Perhaps some would be inclined to read it.

Fongo continued.

In the face of Fongous derision, Sirill exhibited no signs of anger.

He had anticipated the scorn that would accompany his choice.

Even those present likely chastised him internally for betraying his responsibilities as a lord for the sake of his son.

Fong Hao, this has nothing to do with you.

Plural city belongs to me, to humanity.

Please depart, Sirill reiterated.

Do you truly believe I brought so many here merely as guests? Fonhouse scoffed.

Sirill attempted to speak several times, yet found himself at a loss for words.

As the Twilight Reveler, Fielding, pondered strategies in his mind, he noticed the two were silent, prompting him to speak softly.

Mr.

Fong Ho, it seems we have encountered some misunderstandings.

We mistakenly regarded you as an adversary.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I hope your territory and the Huyu Heights can coexist in peace.

Fielding played the role of a merchant among the Blood Clan, possessing both intellect and eloquence.

Given the current situation, he needed to formulate an appropriate response as he had no desire to meet his end here.

I indeed killed Giovani, Fongo stated, "What fielding furrowed his brow, but then instantly realized the implications.

" Fungho was well aware of the events concerning Huyu Heights and understood that all the turmoil stem from the investigation into Giovani.

The opponent was fully informed.

His survival was now in jeopardy.

Fielding's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

Seeking reconciliation was utterly out of the question.