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The blood thorns turned into blood, soaking the black suit full of holes.

The body was pierced by blood thorns, and many dense blood holes appeared like a lotus pod, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Paji!"

The people surrounding Yoko Onodera fell down weakly in a pool of blood, and more blood overflowed from the area.

Watching this bloody killing and death scene that is extremely challenging to one's willpower.

Looking at the area that looked like a haunted place, with corpses spread out in the middle of the bloody carpet, the people around were completely speechless.

He couldn't even run away, his body was completely stiff.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

“Run! Run…Ahhhhhhhh!”

"It's late, get out of my way, don't squeeze me, I'm your team leader!"

After a brief moment of shock and confusion, this entertainment area was filled with even greater panic. The people around did not even care about their status and rushed to escape from this place where they were doomed to die.

But Yoko Onodera didn't even look at the people who were running away, because they couldn't escape.

All the gunmen were dead, and the remaining ones posed no threat to her.

He slowly raised his hands, opened his arms, and clenched his fingers tightly.

The pool of blood on the ground suddenly boiled, and blood arrows emerged.

Like a blooming flower, the petals expanded outward, and the blood arrows also slowly dispersed outward.

"Hey~"

A blood arrow flew out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

As if starting a chain reaction, the remaining blood arrows all flew out!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Countless arrows seemed to have eyes, and they shot accurately into everyone's heart and then exploded!

One, two, three...more and more people fall down, and every arrow can find its heart!

With Yoko Onodera as the center, a picture of hell gradually spread out.

In the center are countless flying arrows, spreading out in a circle. Each arrow can take away a person's life!

Outside the circle were countless panicked humans, crying, struggling, despairing, and then dead silent.

Chapter 21 Strength improvement

The interior of the company, like a dance hall, was dyed red with blood.

Along with the blood-red color came the screams that came one after another.

In the wide space inside, blood-red arrows were flying in an orderly manner without favoring anyone, and everyone could get an arrow at his heart.

"咻咻咻～"

The screams and whizzing sounds of flying arrows inside the company lasted for a few dozen seconds before disappearing.

The scene was covered in blood and no one was left standing.

Except for Yoko Onodera, she's a vampire, not a human.

The door leading to the outside was wide open. Perhaps someone had escaped through that door.

But...so what.

Yoko Onodera just wanted to make some noise, she is not a murderer.

Since some people escaped, it was because they were lucky. It is not impossible to let them go.

Dying here is fate, escaping is luck, anyway, it is destiny's choice.

Now that it was over, Yoko Onodera didn't want to interfere any further.

Looking at the bloody scene that looked like a cult sacrifice, Yoko Onodera felt a little uncomfortable.

Even if all of this was caused by her, just like eating meat, some people can eat livestock meat without any psychological burden, but they just can't bear to see the scene of livestock being slaughtered.

Can you say that such people are hypocritical? People have two sides to them. There is no contradiction between doing such things and feeling uncomfortable about them.

Even though she feeds on blood, she still feels uncomfortable in a blood hell like the one described in religious texts. This is part of being human.

Looking at this bloody hell, Yoko Onodera waved her right hand, and the blood-stained clothes on the ground and the carpet began to fade their bright red color.

The blood from the corpse lying on the ground stopped flowing, and the blood that had originally formed a pool of blood slowly gathered into the air as if it was guided.

Yoko Onodera's raised right hand was like the eye of a storm, and the blood surrounding her began to swirl rapidly.

As the blood's speed became faster and faster, it gradually created a storm.

The storm gradually developed into a small tornado!

The tornado, which was several meters high, turned completely bright red. Although it was a small tornado, it still had great destructive power.

The small blood-red tornado swept everything around it, rolling up the mummified corpses, the sofa soaked in blood, and even the carpet on the floor could not escape the tornado's attraction.

The eye of this blood-red tornado is Yoko Onodera. She is controlling the blood around her and using the blood to control this small tornado, preparing to make some big noise.

Gradually, the destructive power of the small tornado began to destroy the load-bearing columns of the small building.

The load-bearing columns struggled to hold on in the blood storm, but ultimately they were unable to withstand the powerful destructive force that was controlled by someone.

The load-bearing columns collapsed, and the entire building could not withstand the destruction of the small tornado. The walls were shattered and the top floor collapsed.

Let everything around be sucked into the small tornado.

Gradually, the collapse of the entire building completely destroyed the small company.

At this point, the Matsubakai Financial Company, the Yakuza's small stronghold, completely ceased to exist.

After destroying the entire building, the blood tornado gradually became smaller and smaller from the eye of the storm and finally disappeared!

………………

When Yoko Onodera started the massacre, people who saw it from afar began to flee in panic.

The closer people are to the center, the more important they are in the entire organization.

Those who are at the edge and most likely to escape are actually the lower-level guys.

"Help!"

"Run, they're killing people!"

"Close the door and don't let that monster get out!"

There were a lot of people in the morning, and passers-by looked at the group of escaped gangsters in surprise.

This group of people is well-known in the neighborhood. After all, it is a small company of a Yakuza organization, and the employees inside must not be offended, so everyone basically remembers who not to mess with.

Looking at this group of usually arrogant and domineering Yakuza members, they now ran out as if they had seen a ghost.

Passersby who knew this group of gang members were all surprised. Were they being attacked by other organizations?

But the brothers who escaped don’t care what others think, they just want to escape from here. Who knows if they will catch up and kill them all.

“Huha~Huha~ha!”

He kept running until he was exhausted, and then one of the escaped brothers sat down on the side of the road.

It feels so good to be alive. When I think of the massacre inside, spikes suddenly burst out of a group of people's bodies, killing them without any chance of fighting back.

Thinking of this, the little brother shuddered. It was too scary. Fortunately, he ran out immediately when he saw the situation was not good.

"Call the police! Yes, call the police! We must get the police to handle this!"

Calling the police is not to save the remaining people, but to let the police deal with the monster!

Who knows if that monster will be eradicated, even if he is just a marginal figure.

After this incident and his close brush with death, he no longer had any desire for the underworld.

If he had known that the Yakuza was so dangerous and that he could lose his life at any time, he would not have joined the Yakuza.

He took out his cell phone and quickly dialed 110 to report the incident.

"boom!!!"

But just as he made the call, the building in the distance where they were fleeing in a hurry collapsed with a loud bang.

Looking at the collapsed building in the distance, there was also a small blood-red tornado that had formed where the building had originally been.

The mobile phone in my hand slid straight to the ground, and a questioning voice came from the phone.

"Moses Moses? This is the police station. What happened?"

"Is anyone still there?"

Collapsed buildings, and blood-red tornadoes that suddenly appeared and disappeared.

Many passers-by stopped and took out their mobile phones to start recording.

After all, everyone likes the hustle and bustle, not to mention that if you take great photos you can sell them to news agencies.

People tend to follow the herd mentality. When they see there is something fun to join in, more and more people gather around out of curiosity.

“There’s someone?!!”

"There is still someone standing in the ruins!"

When the bloody hurricane slowly disappeared and the dust stirred up by the collapsed building gradually dissipated.

The scene inside also appeared. In the center of the ruins stood a man who looked unharmed.

This surprised the people gathered around. How could someone survive the collapse of the building?

But when the figure inside fully emerged, the people who gathered around felt suffocated.

It was as if a frog was being stared at by a poisonous snake. The gaze from the predator made the people around it stiffen.

Those blood-red, domineering eyes seemed to be looking at food. Being stared at by such a gaze, even the brain's thinking slowed down.

This look is as if he is looking at food, and it completely gives him the aura of being at the top of the food chain.

The people who gathered around regretted their decision to join in the fun. They were doomed now.

But things didn't turn out as they thought, or rather, they just thought they were going to die, but the predator didn't think so.

The owner of the blood-red eyes that shocked the mind slowly closed his eyes and sat down on the ruins.

It was not until the other person closed his eyes that his heart, as if tightly grasped by a claw, began to beat again.

The onlookers were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat and regained their breathing.

As soon as he regained his mobility after being stiffened, those who had gathered around to join in the fun scattered like birds and beasts.

What happened today will probably leave a deep mark on their hearts, reminding them of the consequences of joining in the fun.

I joined in the fun but didn't see anything and was frightened almost to death.

Only when she realized that everyone around her had run away did Yoko Onodera slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes that exuded the aura of a superior predator, and a terrifying aura slowly spread.

Having just absorbed a large amount of blood, his strength increased significantly again, and he almost couldn't control his urge to bite the crowd.

It seems that the increase in strength also comes with danger, and there is even the possibility of going out of control. Fortunately, I managed to control myself. I just don’t know if I will have such good luck next time.

Forget it. Next time I need to absorb a large amount of blood to upgrade, I’d better control the blood and find an empty place in the wild to absorb it.

If there was no one around, there wouldn't be that crazy bloodthirsty desire.

But... why didn't I feel this kind of rampage the last time I increased my strength? Instead, I felt the comfort of soaking my whole body in a hot spring.

Could it be that I absorbed too little blood last time? Or was it because Lord Dracula watched me and helped me last time that I was able to quickly master the increased power?

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore. My strength has definitely increased anyway, so I should just stabilize it first and get familiar with the surge in strength.