Chapter 25 The Path from Now On (1/2)

Wang Bugui walked forward and absorbed Hanae Chiou's soul carefully into his body. He kept the soul of the beautiful woman in his heart as a reminder that he had to work hard on becoming stronger. He then transformed her weapons into energy and stored them in his left arm before walking up to Druid and Merutia.

”Thank you for your concern before. I have to return to my clan to settle something and can't accompany both of you back.” Wang Bugui said.

”Bugui, I...” Druid did not know what to say. After all, all of his people had perished on the battlefield, and he alone was left.

”Bugui, why don't you come with us. You are rather talented in every way, I believe Clara will tutor you in magic. Who knows, you can be the next Wisdom. Or, you could go to the Sanctuary Knighthood Hall. With your talent, I believe you can definitely become the strongest Seraph Knight. I believe both factions will agree to take you in; the Blood Hunter Clan has sacrificed far too much today.” Merutia tried to advise Wang Bugui, in the hopes that he would not continue to remain alone— the loss of all his people in one night was far too traumatic.

”Thank you, I'll find my own path. I promise I'll be fine.” Wang Bugui said as he forced a smile, before turning to leave. Druid and Merutia tried calling after him, in the hope of counseling him, but he waved to them and did not stop.

Halfway along his journey, he met Clara and the remnants of the human army. A tinge of sadness appeared in Clara's eyes as she sighed, ”I've already requested for people to send the remains of the Blood Hunter Clan back to your land and erect tombs for your dead.”

”I understand, thanks...” Wang Bugui offered his thanks unemotionally and continued walking past them without stopping.

”Sigh, I'm grateful for the selflessness of the Blood Hunter Clan from the bottom of my heart.”

”Thank you, Blood Hunter Clan. Without you people, there would have been no hope for us humans.”

”The people of the Blood Hunter Clan are the heroes of humanity and we offer them our utmost respect!”

”Sorry, we're too weak now. When you are able to bear the name of the Blood Hunter Clan, we'll come to your aid. This is the responsibility of everyone present here today.”

”Wang Xuanming, the true God of War from the East! Alice, the arrow of hope of all humanity! I'll forever remember their names.”

”When you've become really strong, I swear to follow you on my life!”

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The survivors took the initiative to create a path for Wang Bugui; they were all truly grateful for the selflessness of the entire Blood Hunter Clan. No one blocked his passage or did not lower his or her head to mourn for the Blood Hunters, and even the wizards willingly offered to help him. They were proud people and would never offer their help to anyone, and the Paladins drew their swords and saluted the dead of the Blood Hunter Clan. Some of them even swore to follow them on their lives when Wang Bugui had become truly strong.

Wang Bugui looked at them and walked past them silently. He passed through the path of respect made out of the intertwining staffs of the wizards, the path of salutation formed by the criss-crossing swords of the Dragon Slaughter Knights, and the path of thanks formed by the Seraph Knights kneeling on one knee in an orderly fashion.

Even Clara led Herty and Stephanie to face Wang Bugui and they bowed in thanks to Wang Bugui. All surviving humans should be thankful for the Blood Hunter Clan. If it was not for the selfless sacrifice of its people, Dracula would not have been re-sealed, and if Wang Xuanming had not held the vampire and the other Infantes back, the sealing would not have been successful. If Alice had not infused her last arrow with her remaining life force, they would not have escaped.

Everyone kneeled silently as they watched Wang Bugui leave, and they only got up to continue their journey when they saw his thin lonely figure disappear into the horizon. Wang Bugui sprinted back to the land of his people, and nobody was in the large manor, and it looked extremely desolate.

He walked into the manor, slowly going past every corner of it. This was his parents' home and where all of the elders and high-ranking leaders of his clan resided in. Normally, when a meeting was called, Blood Hunters from all over the world would gather over here, but there was no one in the empty mansion now. Even the rooms where the children stayed in were uninhabited.

He walked into the woods behind the manor, and there was a cliff past that. This used to be a place of relaxation and enjoyment for his clan, but tomb after tomb was erected here now, from the wood all the way back to the cliff.

Wang Bugui plucked some white roses and laid one before each tomb. There were more than 300 of them, and these were the lucky ones with some part of their body remaining behind. There were tombs that were placed over the deceased belongings, like the hunting knife of some elder, the spear of an older man, or the sword of a elder female child...