Jonas spoke, then suddenly began to cough violently. Dark blood spewed all over the ground. His body instantly became extremely weak. He leaned against the wall, struggling to sit down, gasping for air.
May was startled and hurried over to him to check his injuries.
However, when May lifted Jonas’s black robe, she finally noticed the skin revealed on his entire body had turned black as ink, and his arm that she had wounded was still bleeding deadly black blood.
This was a sign of poison contamination. The poison was evidently deep in his organs.
Seeing May’s disbelief, Jonas smiled bitterly, "How do you think such a powerful poison was created? I tested it on myself day by day. The poison inside me is a thousand times stronger than that in other vampires. There’s no chance I will survive. Even if you didn’t come today, I wouldn’t live past tomorrow."
"Uncle..." May’s tears started to fall, "Hold on, I’ll go get my older brother to save you..." With that, she was about to turn and leave.
Jonas hurriedly held on to her and smiled bitterly, "In truth, from the moment he found me this morning, I knew he had seen through me. Even the Duke knew I was the mole. He probably knew I had realized I was exposed. But regardless of our intimate understanding, we still played out the act. I helped him by sending the werewolves false information, and led them into the trap. In return, he would protect the Ryan Family from being pursued by the Duke... "
Jonas squeezed out a smile towards May, "So, don’t blame him. I’ve made too many mistakes. I must die, can’t face those passed away clan members otherwise. But if my death can ensure the safety of you and the clan, then I will die with no regrets..."
Upon saying this, Jonas surprisingly extended his right claw, and under May’s shocked gaze, he plunged it into his own left chest, completely removing his heart.
The dark-red heart was still beating strongly in his hand. Jonas, however, grew considerably weaker. His face was deathly pale as he shakily took out a green syringe from his coat pocket with his other hand.
"This is the source of Active Blood, my heart..."
Jonas placed his heart on the ground, then handed the syringe over to May.
"This is another kind of poison I’ve been secretly developing, a ’surprise’ prepared for the werewolves. They are only aware of using me against the Blood Clan, never expecting that we are the masters of controlling blood. Dare to casually introduce a Blood Clan member’s blood into their own bodies, they must pay the price... If you inject this syringe into my heart, it will immediately deactivate the Active Blood in every werewolf’s body, and in turn transfer it into a poison that subdues werewolves... Though it will not directly kill them, it should be enough to give them a tough fight... Consider this my last penance..."
Jonas bitterly smiled as he stuffed the syringe into May’s hand, "My heart cannot maintain its vitality too long after it’s taken out, so be quick..."
"I, I can’t do it..." May’s eyes were full of tears, she shook her head repeatedly.
"You must do this... Only if you bravely face this extreme familial sacrifice, will the Duke have a reason to spare the Ryan Family. You will become a hero that saved your people, heroes won’t be distressed..." Jonas said with a smile, "When I am dead, remember to bring my heart to exchange from the Duke for the Ancestor’s Blood. Once my heart has been ground into powder and made into an antidote, it can heal those in our clan who are infected with the Wolf’s Poison..."
During their conversation, the heart on the ground was visibly slowing down its beat, appearing to be losing its vitality.
"May, don’t let my heart’s blood be wasted..." Jonas encouraged her.
May wiped away her tears. She held the syringe with both hands, tremblingly moved it above the heart.
After a pause of several seconds, under Jonas’s relieved gaze, she pushed the needle down...
Meanwhile, in some place outside Dark City, a group of werewolves in stealth mode were urgently marching, rushing crazily towards a particular direction.
"Wait, something’s not right..." At some point, a young werewolf in the usually quiet pack suddenly raised his voice.
The leading Tyrant stopped in his tracks, looking back at the boy, "What’s wrong?"
As he stopped, the werewolf pack following him also came to a halt, all looking at the boy.
But the young boy didn’t answer. Instead, he was somewhat suspiciously looking back, closed his eyes for a few seconds, then exclaimed, "There’s a huge group of vampires following us from behind!"
"Oh? How many people?"
"There are... over nine hundred, or even a thousand..."
Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. Even the Tyrant’s eyelids jumped involuntarily.
Over nine hundred, that’s almost the entire Blood Army...
Despite their carefulness, they were tracked down by the vampires?
The Tyrant, in his werewolf form, angrily looked back at the pack following him. His right fist instinctively punched out, instantly turning a huge rock next to him into dust.
Despite this display, the Tyrant’s gaze did not falter. Instead, he scanned intensely over each werewolf.
He could confirm that his concealing measures were sufficient all along their journey. He even deliberately misdirected at the beginning of the journey.
Yet despite all this, they were still tracked by the vampires. This could only mean one thing: someone in the group was deliberately exposing their whereabouts!
Facing the intense gaze of the Tyrant, the other werewolves fell silent, and they, in turn, started glancing suspiciously at their comrades.
An atmosphere of mutual suspicion began spreading among the pack.