Just a moment of vacancy.

Two extended Glock pistol magazines with 40 rounds in total were more than enough to kill the armed guards. When Ophelia landed on the ground, a large area of ​​ash was floating in front of her. The remaining dozen or so vampires from the Arad faction realized it and screamed in shock. Ophelia slowly replaced the magazines while using the communicator to order the Hydra soldiers: "Kill them all."

The deafening gunshot echoed off the ceiling once again.

Including the two high-ranking blood clan members who took the initiative to coordinate the ceasefire, the Arad faction members were shot at from multiple directions. Ophelia no longer paid attention to the wailing or panicking people on both sides. She put away her gun, took out a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and walked towards Nisha with her long legs.

"I thought you wanted to shoot two more magazines."

Nisha rubbed her ears, not very happy with the sudden flash bomb. "Next time you do this, you can warn me first."

"Sorry, I can't help wanting to surprise you."

The massacre on one side of the hall had ended. Although many vampires climbed up the wall to try to escape, there were basically no obstacles in the hall. Facing the well-prepared Hydra soldiers, they had no way to escape. The silver bullets could cause extremely intense pain to the vampires as long as they touched them a little. Most of these guys were pampered and could not stand this kind of torture.

There were a few who managed to dodge the gunfire, but were shot by Ophelia with her M4 carbine.

The gunshots stopped and the entire hall fell silent.

"It's all over, ladies and gentlemen." Ophelia exhaled a puff of smoke: "Relax, don't do anything stupid, and no one will die today... probably."

After saying that, she gave Casimir a look, signaling him to come out and clean up the mess.

"I think you are more suitable to lead this group of people than me." Seeing that Casimir continued to talk nonsense, Nisha took the initiative to approach Ophelia: "Look at those eyes, they are afraid of you. Your fight just now scared everyone. I don't have your ability."

"Do you have so little confidence in yourself?" Madam Viper just pretended that the dozens of vampires below didn't exist, and put her arm around Nisha's waist: "I was counting on you to take down Prague, and now... are you shaking? How long has it been? Isn't the effect of that bottle of 'drink' a little too strong?"

"Do you not like it?"

Nisha's voice was close to a whisper: "We will go to Arad's bedroom later. I know this woman. She knows how to enjoy herself. She must have hidden a lot of fun things..."

"Grand Duke."

Just then, Casimir came over and bowed: "Please come up and accept their allegiance."

"You already know my name." Nisha walked forward slowly, holding her helmet with her right hand and resting it on her side. Her hips naturally tilted to one side, making her long legs more eye-catching. "In the name of Damaskinos, I will lead you to completely take down Prague, and I will never let anyone interfere with this goal."

I really should have brought a camera.

Watching dozens of people kneeling at the same time in front of her, Ophelia turned her gaze to Nisha. The vampire princess finally showed her proper demeanor at this moment - especially her eyes and tone of voice, which made Ophelia feel a little strange.

This was the state Nisha was in before she met him.

A queen-to-be who is high above everyone else.

And now, she is a real queen.

The entire loyalty process did not last too long, and the more than 50 blood clan members in the hall dispersed and returned to their jobs. Ophelia's wave basically eliminated most of the blood clan's middle and high-level leaders, completely destroying the ruling system built by Arad. Now that the vacant positions are right in front of them, the work enthusiasm of all the survivors has been fully mobilized.

Once they accepted the new boss, they adapted immediately.

Again, these guys are not very good at frontal combat, but are more skilled at intrigue and playing dirty.

Ophelia assigned all the Hydra action teams to Nisha, and went with her and Casimir to count Arad's legacy. She took Amalie Noctenula, one of the only remaining senior staff, to the other side of the bunker to deal with other major issues.

......

One hour later, in the southwest wing.

"All of these?"

Ophelia put one hand on her waist and looked at the twenty or so human men and women in front of her. Their figures and appearances were all carefully selected. Most of them were around 20 years old, and more than half of them even looked like minors.

But no matter what age, these human men and women are all "blood slaves", providing fresh blood for the dignitaries here, and taking on some light labor. Until now, new blood slaves have been continuously sent in from various entrances. After all, they were previously kept in the rooms of the dignitaries in the High Castle Fortress, and it takes some time to gather them together.

Blood slaves naturally have no dignity.

Therefore, their clothing and appearance depend entirely on the preferences of their respective owners, and quite a few of them are completely naked.

"Not every member is qualified to raise blood slaves. It's not difficult to raise humans, but it's very troublesome to raise them well." Amari stood aside respectfully and ordered her men to speed up the action: "How do you plan to deal with them?"

"How did they all get here?"

"It's mainly kidnapping and abduction, for example, tourists, who are curious and don't know much about the local situation, so it's easy for them to succeed."

Amari said calmly: "But some are voluntary."

"What kind of voluntary?"

"Addicted to our saliva, or wanting to become one of us." The woman said, using her fingers to tidy up her hair. Since the attack, she had not had a chance to straighten her appearance which was messed up due to the hasty escape. "Most of the blood slaves' masters are dead. Not many people know where these blood slaves came from. If you want to classify them, I'm afraid we have to ask face to face."

"It doesn't look like there are that many people here. It's worth my time." Ophelia said, glancing at Amalie. This female vampire was as beautiful as Arad, the former ruler of the High Castle. She was also quite tall and knew how to dress herself. "Are there any of your people among these blood slaves?"

"Yes, Ms. Sarkistan."

The woman called out a series of names, and three nearly naked strong men stood up among the blood slaves. However, their timid posture showed no masculinity at all. Instead, they were like a well-trained dog.

…Well, they are.

"Really? All men?"

Ophelia glanced at Amalie again.

"Humans are always better than vampires in some aspects. For example, these men know how to please me better than Casimir." This kind of thing is common for purebloods. Amalie did not shy away from it at all, as if she was really talking about a few pets: "Do you want to try them?"

She slowly approached and stared at Ophelia, sticking out her proud chest: "Or do you want to try me? You can bring them along, too. We are very experienced and will not let you down, Ms. Sarkistan. If you want something more exciting, we have some in the dungeon..."

"That's not what I meant at all. Don't talk to me about this, especially when Grand Duke Nisha is here. Do you understand?" Ophelia interrupted her and said, "Prepare a set of tables and chairs. I will talk to these people, and then you can coordinate. We should be able to send some blood slaves away."

"Of course, ma'am."

Amari nodded and went to bring the table and chairs herself.

The blood clan guards at the scene held their guns and shouted loudly, asking the blood slaves to line up and accept Ophelia's questions one by one. Mrs. Viper put her legs on the side of the table, took out a cigarette from her pocket, pursed her red lips and took a deep breath, then gently raised her chin: "Let's start."

"past!"

A young blood slave girl was pushed onto a chair opposite the table.

She didn't know what was going on. She was trembling all over and her pretty face had a pitiful expression, but it was a pity that it didn't work on Ophelia.

"Where are you from?"

"French... French..."

"French." Ophelia switched to fluent French and began to observe the whip marks on the girl's body: "Do you want to stay here or leave?"

"I want to stay."

The girl's expression became calmer, and her tone did not show any hesitation.

"Who is your master?"

"It is Baron Delasset."

"He's dead. I killed him." Ophelia sighed. "Listen... I'm not teasing you or testing your loyalty. You're of no value to me. I killed all the bosses here. Now I'm the new boss... well, half the boss. You'd better think it over. If you want to leave, I can arrange for someone to send you away. You don't need to repay me for this."

"I...I want to stay..." The girl looked at Ophelia timidly, then immediately hid her gaze, and then mustered up the courage to ask: "Can I serve you?"

"…Put your head here."

The girl did as she was told.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound in the side hall, and Ophelia slapped the girl's delicate face.

The blood slave was trembling all over, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyelids kept opening and closing, and a sickly blush quickly appeared on his cheeks.

His brain is really broken.

"Then you stay and go to the left."

Ophelia stopped talking nonsense. Seeing that the girl was still squirming on the stool, she told the vampire soldiers behind her to work in Czech.

"Get up! Get over there!"

The girl was immediately dragged away by the vampire soldiers, but her eyes were still fixed on Lady Viper's face.

"Next person."

A handsome young man sat opposite.

To be fair, this guy's looks are comparable to many European and American male stars who are in their early 20s and have a very short shelf life. It's a pity that he is also mentally damaged. After Ophelia asked a few questions, she asked him to stay on the left, and the guy left happily.

The entire inquiry was completed with unexpected efficiency. Only 28 of the 8 blood slaves chose to leave, all of whom were tourists who were kidnapped in recent years. As for the remaining 20 people, most of them asked Ophelia to serve them, as if this could be so wonderful.

Ophelia even had to make a list.

There is information on nearly half of the blood slaves.

After everyone has dispersed, Amari will arrange for people to quietly deal with these blood slaves, because they really have problems with their brains. After hearing that their master died at the hands of Ophelia, they actually developed an extremely strong hatred for her, which even triggered their spider sense.

Nisha came in with a bottle of blood wine. Upon hearing the result, she laughed and leaned into Ophelia's arms, not paying any attention to the looks of Casimir and Amalie beside her: "I was away for such a short time and I missed something fun. No, call those blood slaves in. I want to see you ask them again."

"I'm pretty sure you're drunk."

Ophelia touched her face and said, "I have to say, you guys are quite good at training humans."

"That is."

Nisha crossed one leg over, her mouth full of the taste of blood: "How do you think that little wild cat Michella will become more and more obedient..."