Back in England, the entire day was marked by sensational shifts across the board. Pressured by the condemnation of British nobles, lords, and knightly legions, who accused him of treason, leveraging matters like "Six Carats" and usurpation, John Ossley was forced from power. The unified uprising across the kingdoms sent tremors through the British royal family.

"Good afternoon, viewers. We bring you breaking news: it has just been officially announced from the Roman Imperial Palace that His Majesty King John Ossley has stepped down. Her Royal Highness Princess Merian Lilith will ascend to the throne of the British Royal Family, making her the second Queen Majesty following our early Queen Elizabeth."

"Huzzah! Huzzah! Long live Her Majesty the Queen! Long live Her Majesty the Queen!" A surging, boisterous crowd, visible on the television screen, was shouting just outside the Roman Palace—a truly spectacular sight.

"People of this domain, I, Merian Lilith, inheriting the trust bestowed by the late King, shall surely serve the people of this domain in..."

"Let's go," a youth said, rising from his seat and addressing the beautiful woman beside him.

"Young Master, aren't you going to finish watching?"

The youth, who was Yang Yi, gave a faint smile. "What is there to see here? It's either just flowery words meant to appease the populace or talk of reform policies. None of this concerns us. Besides, we must head over there now, lest one day, news like this breaks out about us too, and who knows who will be standing at the news station speaking then."

"Yes, I understand." Feng Shi promptly followed Yang Yi out of the coffee shop.

Vatican City: The birthplace of Britain's most renowned nobility, and simultaneously, a place steeped in profound mystery. Yet, tonight, this location was perhaps on the verge of radical change.

"The Bloodline? Heh, I almost forgot about that specific race," Yang Yi muttered to himself as he settled into the car.

In truth, Yang Yi had nearly forgotten that Britain's greatest power was not the Royal Family, but the legendary 'Bloodline.' The Bloodline were distinct from ordinary humans; they were not people at all, but the vampires often depicted on television. However, within the Bloodline, the term 'vampire' was intensely disliked.

Meanwhile, within a castle in the Vatican, perpetually shrouded in an icy aura, a servant inquired of a middle-aged man, "Your Majesty, you truly intend to release those people?"

"Hmph, what other options do I have now?" The middle-aged man was none other than the deposed John Ossley.

"But, Your Majesty, we cannot control those individuals. If..." the servant stated, his face etched with heavy concern.

"Stop talking about what you can or cannot control. I don't need you to instruct me."

"Your Majesty!"

"Oliver, do not presume upon your tenure as my old butler to be so presumptuous." John Ossley ignored the servant, turning to Ross. "We still have three hours until nightfall. Within these three hours, deploy the Royal Guard Knights loyal to me. I trust those national nobles and lords won't let us off so easily."

"As you command, my King!" Ross bowed and departed.

It turned out that before his abdication, John Ossley had already spirited his affiliated forces directly to the Vatican. Tonight was clearly set for a major battle, one that hinged entirely on whether John Ossley could stage a spectacular comeback. Standing silently beside him, Oliver watched John Ossley with utter astonishment. He had served John Ossley for over thirty years and understood his current state of mind perfectly. It was precisely because he understood that he couldn't let him proceed.

"Where are you going?" John Ossley seemed to sense Oliver's intent, his eyes narrowing to cast a chilling, strange gleam.

"Your Majesty, I cannot tolerate you releasing that group of people!"

"Hmph, my affairs are not for you to tolerate?"

"Your Majesty, you must understand the severe consequences if you release those people, especially without any means of control?"

"I know exactly what the consequences are."

It was unthinkable what horrors might unfold if a horde of long-starved vampires were unleashed. If those released vampires retained any semblance of reason, the consequences might not be utterly catastrophic. But if they were creatures devoid of all rationality, that would be Britain's true nightmare.

Yet, that wasn't the only reason. Oliver knew that many years ago, due to his master's ambition, John Ossley's father had imprisoned the Bloodline—who were then revered as the leaders of the nobility—in a bid to seize the throne and exterminated eight generations of the Bloodline, leaving only the eight survivors currently held in the dungeon. If the Bloodline, imprisoned for decades, were released now, what would happen? Setting aside the immense chaos it would bring to Britain, consider John Ossley's own life.

"Since Your Majesty knows the consequences, why release them? Even if Queen Merian and those nobles come here to trouble Your Majesty, we can simply leave this place. But if we release these people, we will absolutely not escape." Oliver turned, fixing his gaze on John Ossley, and spoke.

"Hmph, even if I don't release them, we can't escape anyway. I advise you one last time: you had better not make any rash moves, or do not blame me for showing no mercy."

"Your Majes—"

"Enough, you may leave." John Ossley waved a large hand, turning away, dismissing him entirely.

Currently, John Ossley was enduring immense agony, his heart churning with deep-seated resentment. First, his kingship was lost, then the nobles and lords betrayed him. At the root of it all were the very people coming to wipe him out tonight. Thus, he could not endure losing everything so suddenly. Because of this, he felt compelled to release those individuals, intending to manipulate the Bloodline.

The Bloodline, though vampires, were not as formidable as they once were due to the passage of time, but they could still match those at the Grandmaster level. However, what John Ossley never anticipated was that tonight would bring him absolute doom. And for Yang Yi, this situation promised an unexpected windfall.

A brilliant moon hung high in the sky. Normally, looking up at the moon might evoke feelings of beauty, or perhaps an awareness of how quickly the waxing and waning cycles pass. But tonight's moon seemed different: the sky was tinged with a subtle crimson hue, strangely comforting to behold.

"Young Master, the stronghold of the Bloodline is just ahead. It's so gloomy and terrifying," Feng Shi said, staring intently out the car window at the castle.

"Heh, of course a vampire den would be gloomy and terrifying. Though, the original Bloodline castle wasn't like this," Yang Yi replied, setting down the documents he held. "Thirty years ago, John Ossley's father, in his pursuit of everything, threw the once-compliant Bloodline into turmoil. Ostensibly, he eradicated all of them, but he secretly kept eight Archduke-level Bloodline members. This shows that John Ossley's father intended for these eight to submit utterly to him. Unfortunately, his plan backfired; his objective remained unfulfilled even after he returned to hell."

"Young Master, do you think John Ossley will tonight...?"

"He will, absolutely. Nothing will stop that man from releasing those creatures tonight, starting from the moment he brought his loyal Knight legions here, which is proof enough."

"What about the people Queen Merian sent...?"

"Heh, we won't know yet. But one thing is certain: we will witness a great battle tonight." Yang Yi knew this clearly. Bloodline members at the Archduke level were equivalent to Xuan or Azure level Grandmasters, but due to their vampire nature, their physical resilience was monstrous, and their unique regenerative abilities could not be underestimated.

"Yanran, instruct our people tonight not to act rashly. No one is to engage without my direct order."

"Yes, Young Master!"

"Tonight will be spectacular. I genuinely want to see who stands until the end, who laughs last." Yang Yi smirked darkly, glancing at the castle enveloped in gloom, muttering to himself.

At this moment, just as Yang Yi suspected and John Ossley knew, upon taking her seat, Merian Lilith immediately dispatched two major Royal Knight Legions toward the Vatican, with the objective of eliminating John Ossley. This was necessary; regardless of public duty or private grievance, Queen Merian had no reason to spare John Ossley.

But at this very time, inside a bar in Chinatown...

An old man stroked his brow and remarked, "Shall we go pay a visit to the Bloodline tonight?"

"Hah! The Bloodline?" A middle-aged man roared with laughter. "The vampires that John Charlie locked up for over thirty years? Interesting."

"I asked if you'd like to go have some fun at the Vatican?" The old man's tone was placid, yet his brow betrayed a dangerously unsettling aura. "Shall we go?"

"Good, we're all going, everyone go!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The old man chuckled lightly. "Xiao Qi, you stay and guard the house, alright?"

"Got it!" The one addressed as Xiao Qi was a young man. After responding, he grumbled to himself, "All the old folks run off to watch the excitement, and they leave me here to mind the door. Unjust!"