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Chapter 165 Blood God Dracula
Before Damaschinos could understand Du Mu's meaning, an unusual restlessness suddenly erupted from his body!
The crimson energy that had originally merged with him now produced a violent rejection reaction, and like a wild horse that had broken free, it frantically retaliated and began to devour his flesh and blood!
"What, what's going on!?"

Damaschinos was horrified and hurriedly tried to regain control of the crimson energy, only to find in despair that the energy had completely escaped his control and was instead attacking him at an even more ferocious speed.

“Why is this happening?”

Damaschinos cried out in panic, "The divine book clearly states that as long as the ritual is completed, I can perfectly control the power of the Blood God and become the new ruler of vampires!"

Du Mu looked at his futile struggle and shook his head: "What else could it be? Just like you deceived the other elders, you yourself were also deceived and became a sacrifice in this ritual without even knowing it."

He had already seen Damaschinos's information, and the other party's status also indicated that he was sacrificing.

Clearly, Damaschinos was one of the sacrifices from the very beginning.

"No! This is impossible!"

Damaschinos roared in resentment, but could not stop his body from gradually disintegrating under the backlash of energy.

"The divine book. That divine book deceived me. It was a trap from the very beginning."

Damaschinos finally realized what had happened, his voice filled with regret and resentment, but it was too late.

His body rapidly disintegrated amidst the violent surge of crimson energy, his skin cracking inch by inch, and he was ultimately completely devoured by the crimson energy.

With a short, agonizing scream, the meticulously plotted vampire elder finally transformed into a dense mass of crimson energy, hovering in the air, pulsating slowly as if it were alive.

Under the watchful eyes of Du Mu and Dao Feng, the crimson energy seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, beginning to rotate and deform, gradually outlining a blurry human figure.

The energy continued to solidify, eventually revealing a tall figure draped in a black cloak.

The man was pale, with long silver hair that fell to his shoulders. His bloodshot eyes glowed with an ominous red light in the dim light, and he exuded a strange and dangerous aura.

[NPC: Vlad Tepesh Dracula]

[Codename: Blood God, King of Vampires, King of Piercing]

【Favourability: 0】

[Evaluation: The only vampire to obtain the power of the progenitor of vampires, the face of vampires, can be killed but cannot be truly destroyed, and will be resurrected as soon as he dies.]

Dracula?
Du Mu raised an eyebrow; he was no stranger to this vampire king.

In various vampire-themed films and television series, this character is undoubtedly a classic.

When discussing the progenitor of vampires, the name Dracula is almost always mentioned, much like how the mention of a hatchet immediately brings to mind Makoto Shinkai.

Du Mu never expected that the Blood God that the vampires had been talking about was actually the legendary Dracula.

What surprised him even more was that Dracula seemed to possess a truly immortal body, able to resurrect even after death. Wasn't that equivalent to having an unlimited number of resurrection coins?

Du Mu was filled with envy.

If he had that ability, he could dominate all servers!

Just as Du Mu's thoughts were wandering, Dracula's figure in the air suddenly disappeared and appeared beside the maid vampire in the blink of an eye, grabbing her and biting down hard on her neck.

The maid vampire had no power to resist and was directly sucked dry by Dracula.

Du Mu finally understood.

No wonder Firth loves being number eight so much; he inherited Dracula's hobby!

Dracula dropped the mummified corpse in his hand, tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"What a nostalgic taste! After hundreds of years, I have finally returned."

Dracula's deep voice echoed in the inner hall.

"who are you?"

Blade gripped his silver sword tightly, watching Dracula warily.

He sensed that the person in front of him was also a vampire, and definitely one of the older ones.

Dracula's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and an arrogant look appeared on his pale face: "My name is Dracula, you can also call me—the Blood God!"

"Blood God!?"

Blade's muscles tensed instantly: "You're the one Fries once mentioned, the most powerful being in vampire legends?"

"Watch your word choice."

Dracula frowned slightly, his voice clearly showing displeasure.

"We are noble vampires, not vampires. Those foolish descendants dare to use such vulgar terms to tarnish our noble bloodline. It is blasphemy!"

"And that descendant named Fes dared to steal my power while I was asleep; he deserves to die!"

Dracula snorted coldly.

He can gain memories by absorbing the blood of others. After consuming the maid vampire, he already knows what happened during his slumber, including Fies stealing the power of the Blood God.

Fies only obtained the incomplete ritual by chance, barely acquiring a small portion of its power, but in doing so, he escaped being devoured by the complete Blood God's power.

Unlike Damaschinos, whose newly acquired power was taken over by Dracula before he could even use it, leaving him with nothing.

Dracula looked at Du Mu, a hint of admiration flashing in his blood-red eyes.

"You're quite good. You were actually able to defeat that junior who stole my power. Although he only obtained a small part of my power, it's really not easy for you as a human to do this."

"For the sake of eliminating that thief Faith for me, I will bestow upon you the highest reward."

Is there such a good thing?

Du Mu scratched his head: "How could I possibly accept this? Um, could I ask what the specific reward is?"

"My first embrace, from this day forward, you will be transformed into a noble vampire, becoming my direct descendant, sharing eternal life and glory."

Du Mu: "."

You call this a reward?
This is like a company saying that being able to work here is the greatest blessing, and they shouldn't even mention salary.

Du Mu realized that Dracula had taken a liking to him and wanted him to be his employee.

"Do you have a mission?"

Dracula was slightly taken aback, and asked in confusion, "What mission?"

Du Mu said with some disdain, "You don't even understand this? What I mean is, do you have any matters that you need to entrust to others?"

“Of course.” With the help of the maid vampire’s memories, Dracula quickly understood what Du Mu meant.

"Now that I'm back, the next step is to let the world recognize the majesty of the vampires."

"Humans have occupied this land for far too long. It's time to make them understand who the true masters of this world are."

Dracula gazed at Du Mu and smiled, "I have high hopes for your strength. As long as you assist me in making the vampires rule this world, you will have power and status second only to mine."

Du Mu shook his head: "No matter how many vampires there are, they can't possibly defeat humans."

Like I said, let's get past the bald boss first.

Even if Dracula possessed an infinite number of resurrection coins, he still wouldn't be a match for the Ancient One. After all, the Ancient One was someone who could easily defeat dimensional demons. No matter how powerful Dracula was, he couldn't possibly be more powerful than a dimensional demon.

But Dracula clearly doesn't think so.

He let out a disdainful snort: "That's because I wasn't there to lead them in the past. From now on, no one can stop the vampires. Humanity will soon fall from the world stage and become our slaves and food."

Du Mu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Just now, you sacrificed all the few remaining vampires yourself. Where are you going to find vampires to lead?"

"."

Dracula was momentarily speechless, but being an old monster who had lived for countless years, he quickly regained his innate arrogance.

"Those useless trash are dead and gone. As long as I have enough time, I can rebuild an even larger vampire army."

Dracula was almost swayed, his gaze returning to Du Mu, his tone seductive: "And you, you can become my top general. Once the new order is established, you can have everything in the world at your fingertips. What do you think of this proposal?"

"I don't think so."

Despite Dracula's lengthy explanation, Du Mu never received the expected mission notification, so he decisively refused.

A useless NPC who can't even issue quests, yet he wants to freeload off me, a player?
Don't even think about it!

"I don't know how to praise!"

Dracula's smile froze instantly.

In all his years, he had never been rejected so decisively.

Dracula's voice turned icy: "In that case, let your blood celebrate my return!"

Blade: "."

No, I didn't say anything. Why don't you ask me?
Bang! !

The ground shattered with a crash, and Dracula's figure vanished abruptly.

In the next instant, he appeared in front of the two like a ghost, his sharp claws whistling as they attacked!

"careful!"

Blade shouted, his instincts honed from years of battling vampires allowing him to react almost the instant Dracula moved, quickly raising his silver longsword to try and block Dracula's claws.

Clang!
Just as the blade clashed with the claws, a piercing sound of metal breaking rang out!
The silver longsword, which had severed countless vampire heads, snapped in two like a withered branch, the upper half of the blade spinning and shooting out, embedding itself deeply into a mural on a nearby wall.

Daofeng's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine.

With astonishing reflexes, just before the claws reached his body, Blade jerked his body backward. The claws grazed his throat, but he still couldn't completely avoid them. Several deep, bone-revealing gashes were torn open on his chest, along with his clothes and flesh, and blood gushed out instantly.

The immense impact sent him flying, crashing into a stone pillar in the inner hall like a kite with a broken string. He groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

boom! boom! boom!
The instant Du Mu shielded Dracula from the blade with his bare body, he unhesitatingly raised the Golden Desert Eagle and fired several shots at Dracula's vitals.

Dracula noticed his movement but made no attempt to dodge, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

It's important to understand that Fies's power originated from him, so Dracula was naturally immune to all the weaknesses of ordinary vampires. Weapons like silver bullets, which are designed for lower-level vampires, were utterly insignificant in his eyes.

He could use this opportunity to demonstrate his power, so that Du Mu would understand how futile resistance was and utterly submit in despair.
"what!!"

As Dracula was thinking this, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly swept over him, causing him to let out a shrill scream.

He clearly felt that after the bullet entered his body, a kind of holy energy seemed to spread within him, constantly burning his flesh and bones, and this intense pain caused him unbearable agony.

"What kind of power is this!?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Dracula's face.

Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a power, as if it were created specifically to restrain an existence like him.

Dracula did not fully absorb the maid vampire's memories.

It's really not his fault. These descendants who survived to the modern era lead extremely decadent and corrupt lives, especially in a free country like America, and with the vampire's immunity to all diseases, they have even more fun.

The disgusting fragments of memories in the maid vampire's mind, including things like master and servant and other pronouns, were truly an eye-opener for this vampire ancestor.

Dracula, who always considered himself noble and elegant, naturally couldn't stand such a debauched scene. He only glanced at it a dozen times before giving up, thus missing a lot of useful information, such as Du Mu's holy light.

Seeing that Du Mu was using a power he didn't know, Dracula had no choice but to go through the maid vampire's memories again. Among a bunch of unplayable CG animations, he finally found the reason.

"A clergyman with a gun? Someone from Heaven?"

Dracula was dumbfounded. What kind of nonsense was this?

Du Mu, wielding the Golden Desert Eagles in both hands, said to Dracula, "Dracula, it's not too late to reform. According to modern law, you haven't committed any illegal acts yet."

"I assure you, I can arrange an identity and job for you. With your looks, which are slightly less than mine, becoming a star shouldn't be a problem. In this era, you might even have a chance to receive an invitation from Twilight to play a vampire who falls in love with a human and has werewolves as rivals."

Dracula: "."

I, the King of Vampires, am being asked to become a star and play a vampire?
Or is it the kind of vampire who falls in love with humans and fights with werewolves for their affections?

"Human! You have successfully angered the great Dracula!"

Dracula's face darkened; he felt an unprecedented humiliation!
As his anger surged, a viscous, blood-red energy erupted from his body, flowing around him as if it were alive.

All the gunshot wounds Du Mu had inflicted on him were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The newly grown flesh wriggled and closed, and in the blink of an eye, he was back to normal.

Even the tear in his clothes that had been pierced by a bullet was completely repaired, leaving no trace of damage.

This is somewhat similar to Mystique's ability, which allows her to change her clothes at will.

But Raven at least had a sense of shame, and usually wore a coat over her clothes.

Dracula was not wearing anything, which means he was essentially naked at that moment.

It’s simply immoral!
(End of this chapter)