My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 114: Overgod’s Blood Moon

The moment the eye bat shattered under that crushing wind blast, the link snapped like a wire pulled too tight.

Pain shot through Cain’s mind, sharp and blinding, but he swallowed it without a sound. His body remained balanced on the tree branch, unmoving beneath the pale glow of the moon, yet inside his thoughts raced.

However, Cain only gave a small smirk.

"A low level realm, only Emperor Mana users are the strongest there is," he muttered.

Then Cain felt it.

A flood of familiar presences rushing outward from behind him.

Cain turned his head.

Beyond the forest line, the gates of Moonshade territory had opened wide. Torches burned along the walls, casting wild orange light into the night. Figures poured out in waves, armor glinting, cloaks snapping in the wind stirred by distant magic.

Vampire Blood Knights.

Blood Slaves.

Vampire Nobles.

Their boots pounded against stone and soil as they surged forward like a crimson tide. The sound of metal clashing and scabbards sliding free echoed across the open land.

"Kill the invaders!"

"Defend Moonshade!"

"No beast dares trespass our blood territory!"

"Slaughter them all!"

Their voices rose in a unified roar, fierce and proud, fueled by centuries of tradition.

When invaders came for Moonshade, they did not hide.

They did not retreat.

They met force with force.

That was how vampires lived.

That was how they proved their worth.

To them, this quake and surge of hostile mana felt like a common border invasion. Perhaps a reckless Lycan pack had wandered too close. Perhaps some rival house had sent disposable scouts to test their defenses.

They had no idea.

They did not know that the creatures beyond the forest were not ordinary beasts.

They did not know that those small upright dogs with cruel grins were top predators in their own realms, masters of coordinated slaughter, wind-born hunters that tore apart stronger prey through sheer numbers and flawless cooperation.

They charged anyway.

Cain watched them in silence.

His red eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the wave of his so called allies rushing toward disaster.

Blood Knights in polished dark armor ran at the front, swords drawn, shields raised. Their armor bore the Moonshade crest, freshly polished after the ceremony inside the Blood Tower. Behind them came Blood Slaves, less armored but eager, faces tight with loyalty and fear mingled together. Further back were the nobles, cloaks flowing, mana already gathering around their hands in preparation for spells.

They looked brave.

They looked determined.

They looked painfully weak.

Cain let out a slow breath through his nose.

Fifth stage of Blood Condensation Realm at best.

Most of the Blood Knights were barely there, their blood aura dense but far from refined. The nobles trailing behind them ranged from third to fourth stage. A few stood at second stage Blood Condensation. The weakest among the Blood Slaves had not even completed Blood Infusion Realm, stuck at second stage, their mana thin and unstable.

He could measure it with one glance.

They were marching toward beasts whose weakest members were first stage Blood Condensation, and those were only the scouts.

Cain’s jaw tightened.

Fools.

If they collided head on, this would not be a battle.

It would be a slaughter.

And once the wild dogs tasted blood, once they confirmed this territory held prey rather than true threats, the pack would call more of their kind through the crack.

Then Moonshade would not merely lose soldiers.

It would be erased.

Cain’s gaze flicked further back toward the Blood Tower in the distance.

He needed Cornelia.

Or Ivira.

Or Faith.

At least one of them so he could get out.

With their blood resonance and his strength combined, he could break the barrier cleanly and reach the crack in person.

But they were still within the territory, and these hotheaded idiots were already halfway to the forest line.

He looked forward again.

The ground trembled faintly as the pack beyond began to advance. Through the trees, wind howled, carrying the scent of blood and hostility.

The wild dogs were coming.

Their malicious mana poured outward without restraint, rolling toward Moonshade territory like a storm front.

The Blood Knights felt it too.

"You dare!" one of them shouted, his voice thick with outrage.

"Release such aura toward our territory?"

"In blood lands, that means war!"

It was true.

Within blood territories, to release malicious aura openly toward a ruling house was a declaration. No negotiation. No warning.

War.

And to these vampires, that was a call they answered with pride.

Another knight laughed harshly. "Good! I was bored!"

A noble behind him raised his hand, crimson mana swirling around his fingers. "Remember! Our ancestors watch over us!"

"Yes!"

"They wounded two emperors!"

"We have a hidden ancestor no one understands!"

Their morale surged.

News of the unknown Vampire Ancestor who had appeared days ago and severely injured two emperors had spread through every branch of Moonshade. It had become legend in mere hours. To them, it meant that even if enemies appeared stronger than expected, unseen power stood behind their backs.

Cain almost scoffed.

They placed faith in a shadow they did not comprehend.

And they rushed forward without measuring their enemy.

He shook his head slowly.

Too weak.

Too reckless.

Still, he could not allow them to die like this.

He did not want to interfere so openly yet. He had planned to maneuver more carefully, to draw out more information about the crack, to test its depth before revealing his hand.

But this was no longer a situation where patience would save anything.

The first line of trees exploded outward.

Wind blades carved through trunks, sending splinters flying in all directions. The upright dogs emerged from the forest, their long snouts lifted, eyes gleaming with savage delight. Behind them the larger quadrupeds prowled, muscles coiled.

They did not charge blindly.

They advanced in formation.

The smaller ones spread wide, creating flanking arcs. The larger ones stayed central, anchoring the line.

Cain’s disappointment deepened.

If these vampires believed this was a weak Lycan raid, they were about to learn how wrong they were.

He raised his right hand slowly.

The night air responded.

The temperature dropped.

A red tint bled into the darkness, faint at first, then stronger, as if the moon itself had begun to seep crimson light instead of silver.

The atmosphere thickened with vampiric aura, rich and ancient, carrying the scent of iron and old battlefields.

Several of the charging vampires felt it and glanced upward instinctively.

"What is that?"

"The moon..."

The pale disk above began to darken at its edges, red spreading across its surface like spilled wine.

Cain’s voice cut through the night, calm yet commanding.

"Blood Moon."

The word was not shouted.

It did not need to be.

It carried weight.

The red glow intensified, washing over the battlefield. Shadows deepened. The air pulsed with power that did not belong to any ordinary noble.

For a heartbeat, even the wind seemed to hesitate.

From the perspective of a Blood Noble sprinting at the front lines, everything sharpened.

He was third stage Blood Condensation, proud of his progress, proud of the crest pinned to his chest. His boots pounded against the earth as he raced alongside the Blood Knights.

Ahead, he saw the invaders clearly now.

Small beasts standing upright, grinning with too many teeth.

Behind them, larger shapes moving like silent executioners.

He felt their malicious mana slam against him, heavy and raw.

"You dare!" he roared, raising his blade. "To release such aura toward Moonshade territory!"

His heart burned with anger.

In blood lands, such an act could not be ignored. It was law. It was honor. It was survival.

"To arms!" he shouted. "Kill them!"

Behind him, dozens echoed the cry.

Their morale burned bright.

We have ancestors behind us, he thought fiercely. We have the hidden one who injured emperors. We are not the weak Moonshade of the past.

Suddenly, the red light above caught his attention.

He looked up mid sprint.

The moon.

It was no longer pale.

It glowed deep crimson, casting an otherworldly radiance over the battlefield.

He felt something surge through his veins. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His blood vibrated, resonating with the sky.

His breathing steadied.

His fear thinned.

He smiled.

"Our ancestors..." he whispered, eyes shining as he fixed his gaze on the red moon above. "They are with us."

And with that belief burning in his chest, he charged straight toward the wind born predators waiting in the dark.