My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 127: Vampire Evacuation

The shattered doors of the Blood Tower had not even finished crashing onto the marble floor when the pressure hit them.

It was not simply mana.

It was something heavy, ancient, and wild, as if the sky itself had collapsed and poured into the Moonshade estate.

The air trembled.

The walls groaned.

Outside, the once elegant grounds of the family were now distorted into something unrecognizable. The sky had darkened into a twisted crimson haze, streaked with black veins of energy that pulsed like living creatures. The earth no longer felt solid. It felt unstable, as if it were breathing.

Cain did not waste even a heartbeat.

"Go!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the panic like a blade. "Go! Go! Go! Follow me! I know the way!"

The nobles, ancestors, and guards turned toward him almost instinctively. There was no time to question. The terrifying mana in the air pressed down on their chests so heavily that breathing felt difficult.

Even the ancestors, whose spectral forms rarely reacted to worldly disturbances, trembled faintly.

"What is this place?" one ancestor whispered.

"This mana... it carries multiple attributes," another said with dread. "It is not purely blood mana. It is mixed. Corrupted."

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, revealing dark fissures glowing faintly from within.

Distant roars echoed across the twisted landscape.

Cain moved first.

He ran forward without hesitation, cutting through the chaotic courtyard and into what now resembled a warped forest beyond the estate.

The trees were no longer normal. Their trunks twisted unnaturally, their leaves dark and dripping with crimson dew.

"Stay close!" Cain shouted. "Do not scatter!"

Vampires ran in a disorganized mass behind him. Some stumbled. Some cried out in fear. Others tried to maintain dignity, but their pale faces betrayed them.

Cain’s eyes never stopped moving.

But most of all, they never left Cornelia, Ivira, and Faith.

They ran together near the center of the group, panic clear in their expressions. Cornelia’s hands trembled as she tried to maintain a defensive formation. Ivira kept glancing back, fear flashing in her eyes. Faith, still shaken from everything earlier, struggled to process what was happening.

Cain’s jaw tightened.

I cannot let them die.

The blood pact marriage bound him to them. If they died because he failed to protect them even though he can, the backlash would be severe.

But more than that, memories from his past life burned inside him.

He had watched Faith’s pained expression.

He would not allow it to happen the same way again.

A thunderous roar shook the ground.

The vampires skidded to a halt.

From between the twisted trees, a massive figure stepped forward.

It was a Minotaur.

But not one they had ever seen before.

Its body was covered in dark armor like hardened bone. Its horns curved upward like jagged blades. Each breath it exhaled released thick mist that burned the ground beneath it.

Its mana rolled outward in waves so dense that several vampires fell to their knees instantly.

"Blood Core Formation..." an ancestor whispered in horror. "That creature is at least Blood Core Formation stage."

The ancestors themselves were not even half of Blood Foundation in true strength anymore, reduced by age and incomplete projections.

The Minotaur slammed its massive hoof onto the ground.

Boom!

The shockwave threw several vampires backward. Cornelia cried out as she was knocked off her feet. Ivira stumbled. Faith barely managed to stay upright.

The Minotaur lowered its head and charged.

Despair flooded the group.

"We cannot fight that!"

"It will crush us!"

Cain’s heart pounded once.

These bastards are really weak!

He stepped forward, planting his feet firmly.

"Don’t stop!" he roared.

The Minotaur was almost upon them.

Cain’s right hand transformed, his fingers elongating into sharp claws coated in dense blood mana.

He swung once.

Swoosh.

The sound was clean. Effortless.

For a brief second, nothing happened.

Then the Minotaur’s body separated.

Cleanly.

Its massive frame split into multiple pieces that slid apart before crashing onto the ground with thunderous impact.

Blood sprayed across the twisted forest floor.

Silence fell.

The vampires stared in frozen shock.

The Minotaur, a being stronger than their ancestors, had been cut apart like paper.

Cornelia’s lips parted slightly. Ivira’s eyes widened in disbelief. Faith felt her knees weaken again.

"Who... is he?" one high ranking vampire whispered.

"Is he truly from our family?"

An ancestor’s projection flickered violently. "Impossible. That level of power..."

Cain did not turn around.

"Don’t STOOOPPPP!" he shouted again, his voice raw and commanding. "GOOOO!"

The roar snapped them out of their daze.

They ran.

This time faster.

Spells flared to life across the group. Some vampires chanted under their breath, enhancing their speed with blood acceleration techniques.

Others summoned beasts bound to their bloodlines. Massive wolves and winged serpents materialized, carrying weaker members.

Elder Zenaya, her face pale but determined, rode atop a massive owl that Cain had given her.

The owl’s wings spanned wide, and beneath it were strapped heavy egg sacks containing unhatched vampire offspring.

"Hold tight!" she shouted, clutching the sacks as the owl soared just above the ground.

The forest twisted around them. Strange creatures lurked between the trees. Some resembled distorted wolves with too many limbs.

Others crawled like insects the size of carriages.

They attacked without warning.

Each time, Cain moved ahead of them.

A flash of claws.

A streak of blood mana.

Heads rolled.

Bodies split.

Creatures that should have required entire squads to defeat fell apart in seconds.

The vampires could barely keep up with what they were seeing.

He sliced through a serpentine beast whose scales reflected magic like mirrors. He tore apart a giant armored hound with one downward strike.

He moved like a storm given human form.

After a long stretch of running and slaughter,

Cain suddenly raised his hand.

"There it is!" he shouted.

Ahead, the twisted forest thinned, revealing a massive crack in the air itself.

It looked like a tear in reality, glowing faintly with white light.

"That’s the exit!" Cain yelled. "Go! Enter!"

Hope flared in their chests.

They rushed toward it—

Then massive shapes dropped from above.

Ogres.

But not ordinary ones.

Their skin was white like drifting clouds, smooth and pale. Yet their bodies were splashed with bright red blood from previous kills. The contrast made the stains stand out horribly against their pale forms.

Their mouths were wide, filled with jagged teeth still dripping.

One stepped forward.

The mana it released pressed down on the vampires like a crushing mountain.

A duke level presence.

Nascent Blood Mana stage.

Even stronger than the Minotaur.

Despair returned instantly.

"We cannot pass them!"

"They will slaughter us!"

Cornelia grabbed Ivira’s arm. Faith clenched her fists helplessly.

Cain did not hesitate.

"Don’t stop!" he roared again.

The ogre swung its massive club downward.

Cain vanished from his spot.

He appeared in front of the lead ogre, claws gleaming.

One upward slash.

The ogre’s body split from hip to shoulder, blood erupting like a fountain.

Gasps filled the air.

Before the second ogre could react, Cain spun, carving a horizontal arc that sliced through two more simultaneously.

Their upper halves slid off their lower bodies.

The duke level ogre roared in fury, raising both arms to crush him.

Cain looked up at it calmly.

Then he leaped.

His claws flashed once more.

The ogre froze mid roar.

A thin line appeared across its neck.

Its massive head separated and fell to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The remaining ogres, if any, were cut down before they could even take a step.

The path to the crack was cleared.

The Moonshade vampires stood there, utterly stunned.

Cain landed lightly before them.

"Don’t stop," he repeated firmly.

And the sight of him effortlessly slicing apart beings stronger than Vampire dukes left them truly, deeply shocked.