Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic - Book 4: Chapter 26: Eavesdropping

Scarlet

I frown at the corpse lying near my feet before shaking my head and sprinting through the trees to find the next group to hunt.

Sorry, yeti, but you’re on the wrong side of the war. And I’m sure I’ll find plenty of other demons that are not necessarily ‘bad’ people, even according to the biased opinions of the humans. Just that they’re obsessively devoted to Gramps and don’t even care about what they’re doing. They just believe the humans are disgusting and should be killed.

Then again, even if they were on Tartarus, they’d likely end up attacking me anyways just to grow stronger. When my crest isn’t shown, that is.

Tartarus is just that sort of world after all.

A rather sad thing, but there wasn’t much Gramps could do considering the demons’ instincts, and the lacking intelligence of most of the demons.

Not to mention the fact that most of the demons are purely carnivores until they reach Class V, so most of their food consists of other demons. One of the many things the mutation turning them into demons in the first place did to them. Made it so they didn’t need a significant amount of the vitamins and nutrients humans needed.

I grimace at the thought before reaching the next team of demons and tearing them apart just like the first. Then I move on to the next, and the next, and the next. And soon enough, it becomes a bit of a routine with me taking on any demons that are a part of this battalion, including the ones nearly two hundred levels above me. Simply because they’re all weakened too much by my plagues to put up anywhere near as much of a fight as they would before.

In fact, the only demons that are actually able to fight me well are those who are about two hundred or so levels above me.

I’m kind of surprised by how weak this battalion is though, since the vast majority of them are all in the first couple hundred levels of Class IV or not even Class IV in the first place. There are also quite a few demons in these teams that aren’t even sapient.

Time passes and by the time I’ve hunted nearly a hundred demons, all of the teams finally form up on the base, no longer leaving it to scout. Which makes it even easier for me to spread the disease through their groups. Something I honestly wonder if they even considered.

Then again, they seem to be on their last straws now.

I climb a tree on a mountain looking over the valley their base is located in before standing at the top of it with my arms folded under my chest, my finger tapping from time to time on my elbow as I listen in on their leader’s conversation with his troops.

“I’m telling you, we need to leave!” “But we can’t! We’re under strict orders to-” “His Majesty wouldn’t want us to just sacrifice ourselves to a filthy human, would he?!”

“The target isn’t a human,” the leader eventually speaks up, interrupting the other demons in his tent and making me raise a brow as I stand on the tree in my lycan form. “One of our scouts has returned with intel that the attacker in question is a blood lycan.”

Silence fills their tent for several seconds, only for each of the several demons in it to blow up at once into shouts.

“A blood lycan?! Why is it here?!” “Why is there a blood lycan on Earth!?” “How did it get here?! There hasn’t been any news of one of the Lords of the Blood Lycan Clan coming to Earth!” “Who is it?!”

“Silence,” the leader declares, shutting all of the demons up immediately. Then he continues, “We aren’t sure about who the blood lycan is as they have their name redacted somehow. And their species is also messed up as well, likely due to whatever is redacting their name.”

I raise my other brow at that rather convenient excuse served up to me on a silver platter.

“What about recognizable features of the blood lycan?” one of the other demons asks, breaking their silence.

The leader doesn’t seem to mind this time as he answers, “All we have is that the blood lycan was in their bipedal beast form, was small and most likely a child blood lycan, was Class IV, and is the most likely culprit behind the blood plague. Which means they’re our enemy.”

All of the demons go silent after that. And they stay silent for a while.

“What can we do?” one of them finally asks.

But all the leader does is answer, “The only thing we can do. Follow our orders and fight it. We’re on Earth, and the blood lycan doesn’t have her crest showing. There’s nothing else we can do but fight to survive.”

Looks like my identity really is safe.

“Well, extremely few Class IV demons have ever actually seen your grandfather or your father, and even fewer know that you’re on Earth,” Tar states some good points. “And while blood lycans never exile children, they will probably just assume you’re some blood lycan child that ran away and ended up on Earth while deciding to rebel or something by damaging the war effort.”

I blink at that.

They will really think I’m some sort of entitled brat having a tantrum? Seriously?

Wow.

It makes for a really good coverup, but at the same time, it’s kind of sad that they’d truly believe a blood lycan child would just throw a tantrum by slaughtering hundreds of Class III and Class IV demons on Earth.

Also, I’m getting sick of being called a child. I thought I was done with that shit after leaving Tartarus.

It’s infuriating.

“Well, technically by demon terms you are a child,” Tar comments, and I just let out a huff at that and begin walking towards the base.

I’ll be turning twenty years in just a few days. I am not a child.

Anyways, time to finish off this base.