Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 646  A Gang Up?

No! He can't go down like this! … When Doyle thought of all the hard work he put into growing stronger throughout the decades, centuries, and thousands of years, he began shaking chaotically. No one knew what catatonic thoughts flooded his mind now. What's going to happen to him? What will his end be? If… if Lord Beelzebub took him out now, doesn't this mean he too will get rebirthed into the Abyss with no memory, and will have to work hard all over again from scratch to get to where he was now? Doyle had never felt so weak and faint-hearted. This must be what mortals feel when they get 'sick.' It was such a foul, irking feeling that left his stomach in knots. Butterflies churned in there, and probably tsunamis hurled when thinking of his impending fate. Where can I run to? Where can he hide? The only way he might have a chance for any survival, is joining the camps of the enemy Underworld Princes. But even that wasn't an easy feat. Do you think it will be easy for him to cross the vast lands of Lord Beelzebub's territory undetected before pledging his allegiance to some other master? Heck! Forget that. Even leaving this world through any of the portals without getting detected was an impossible feat. '2 weeks… 2 weeks left.'

Doyle's eyes danced maniacally. His time would soon be up, unless…. Unless—

Yes! Doyle's eyes lit up like twinkling stars. 'The horseman… I need to capture the bloody horseman.' That's the only way. Bottom line, lord Beelzebub needed a punching bag to throw his anger at when the news eventually reaches him. So if he, Doyle, finally gets a hold of this Horseman, at least he might not necessarily die. It's true that he would still get punished and face Lord Beelzebub's wrath. However, it won't be to the point where he dies. Doyle's eyes narrowed dangerously. No matter what, he must ensure he doesn't die. .

Looking around, Doyle spotted one of the few minions he spared. "Cancel all appointments. From now on, no more human business!" The war was coming in 2 weeks and he was busy dealing with vice-ore6natters. Wasn't that a joke? Of course, Lord Beelzebub had said they must not show any strangeness before the war, so he had no choice but to come up with the excuse of being ill. Looking at his melted phone, Doyle slowly headed to another and took a completely different phone from his drawer. He dialed an unfamiliar number, placing the phone on his ear. His face was expressionless and his aura somewhat desperate. However, his time didn't reflect any of his desperation. Soon, a voice echoed through the phone. [Master Doyle, we, the remaining D'jaggarians are at your service.]

[Master Doyle, this Rose Lady and her subordinates are also ready to accept your command.] n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Master Doyle, we are ready…]

On the Conference call, several forces replied one by one. And all these forces had one thing in common – They were Vampires!

"Good…" Doyle nodded. "There's good news for you, and everyone else."

Good news? Has that bastard Horseman been captured yet?

Don't think that because they weren't directly responsible for this matter, their Lords will let them go. All of them had their lives dangling on a thin line if the Horseman wasn't found yet. Apart of the fear that their lives would be cut short, they also gated that f**king horseman to the core. Who knew Love could make a person go so far? Sure enough, a man in love was a dangerous entity. However, that danger didn't make them quake in their boots. It only annoyed them, having to see such a weakling outburst them again and again. [Master Doyle, can we finally begin?] Several people hastily questioned. You have to know that they've been wanting to personally go after the Horseman for quite some time now. However, the fact that the War was coming closer, also meant that their jobs were also growing daunting by the day too. What's more, do you know how much time it took to clean up every setback they experienced in the hands of that Horseman? .

Everyone's eyes glowed cruelly.

For the D'Jaggarians, the Horseman completely disrespected them by storming into their castle and eliminating several of their top forces. This alone left them somewhat crippled, because each of those who died had other tasks they were supposed to be doing during this time. So with their demise, those alive suddenly had 4 times more work to do up their shoulders. As for the Rose Lady, she hosted a party, planning to devour a large chinch of souls. However, the party she had long planned, already ended before it could start when her estate was attacked days before the party. In the end, her beautiful estate crumbled to the ground due to a landslide. Landslide her ass! She was a hundred percent sure it was that cowardly Horseman. Heh! If he had the guts, let him try facing her face to face! Dammit! All these sneaky actions were the doing of a cowardly being. All of them thought the same too, including Doyle. If that bastard has the guts, why doesn't he just face them squarely? There was only one explanation. He was too chicken to do it because he knew he didn't stand a chance against them. All this time, they've been busy handling War matters, especially concerning the sewers.

Now, with Doyle giving them the go ahead, they suddenly felt the powers within them boiling.

They have long wanted to deal with that bastard Horseman but kept having surprising incidents happening around them that kept delaying their hunt. However, now, they were good to go. With 2 weeks left, they'll have to use all forces to all catch the Horseman. This way when their Lords and masters return to this world, they'll be able to present the Horseman's head on a silver plate. With all of them working together, what chance does the Horseman stand?

.

Bahahahahajjajahah~

Several creatures left maniacally, as they agreed with Doyle's decision. Soon, Doyle ended the call, his head slowly raising high towards the map on his wall. He has been keeping track of all reports during these many months, observing the horseman's movements. Sometimes he's in Vardos, other times in the East, other times in the Northern Countries and so on. He was intelligent, that much Doyle agreed on. Doyle had to admit that ages ago, he didn't think this particular Horseman was smart and wise. He really felt he was foolish. But facts have proven that a determined Half-human creature deep in love, was still a terribly annoying threat to them. However, no matter how fluid his actions may be, they must successfully hunt him down to appease their masters and lords. Truthfully, the only few people who could forcefully summon the Horseman was Beelzebub, and the other Princes in his union. The horseman they created, as well as any other creations of theirs, had what humans can understand to be tracking on them. To solve this matter, once Beelzebub returns, he might just need to snap his finger for the Horseman to appear. No matter where the Horseman was hiding, its creator will always know where it was.. if it was still alive. If Beelzebub summons it and it doesn't appear, it can only mean 2 things: It has grown far stronger than Beelzebub, or is dead. In this case, the latter is definitely most likely true. Beelzebub can get the horseman over at a snap of his fingers after returning. But if he should do so, it would be considered as cleaning up their mess. And that would mean their lives would definitely get lost. .

'Horseman… wait for me.' Whoosh!~

Doyle was gone, and so were many others around the world. Horseman… horseman… It was time to get the Horseman once and for all! But while the gang of creatures were hunting for their prey, the 'true' enemies and culprits involved in all their personal matters, were busy speeding up Protocol C. All across the globe, evacuations escalated. In a particular city, a city where all the Big 6 Clan heads resided, the evacuation left a heavy mark on the hearts of some. The city lay under a shroud of strange tension, its usual hustle replaced by an eerie silence. The streets were still constantly followed by people, yet, they seemed more tense than ever. What happened to them? What changed? The cobblestone streets, usually bustling with life, were now eerily deserted. Shadows stretched long under the dim glow of street lamps, casting ghostly figures that danced with the wind. It was daytime, yet every little thing seemed to scare everyone. The air was thick with an unspoken dread, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of the coming storm.

Some knew, and some were completely oblivious. Today, The Su family was finally getting 'moved'... And without knowing it, a war broke down in the affluent residence of the Su Clans Main home. Crash! Old Su couldn't believe it. What did these people mean they must go in for questioning? All Su called all his contacts, only for them to tell him to obediently flow the police like criminals. Who is it? Who is behind this? The remaining 5 Clans came to mind: The Tians, the Hous, the Bhos, and the Gous and the Gias. "They're ganging up on us!!"