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"Woooooooo..."

Supporting himself with his arms on the ground, Nikaidou Xiong moved his body backwards. He wanted to escape from this hell and stay away from Sakai Akito in front of him.

"Can you escape?"

"Bang~"

The sound of a blade cutting through the air was heard, and Nikaidou Xiong, who was originally retreating backwards, suddenly found that he could not move his body.

When my hand was pulled, it only brought endless pain. When I looked back, I saw that my entire palm was completely frozen to the ground. Not only my hand, but even my feet were completely frozen.

"Die in pain..."

"Woooooooo..."

In Nikaidou Osamu's house, the lights that were originally on were turned off, and in the gloomy and dark room, there were sounds of painful whimpers, mixed with the sound of meat being torn into strips.

After a long time, Sakai Akito walked out of the house with blood splattered all over his body. Behind him, there was only a pile of clean bones without any blood, and neatly arranged meat strips.

As for Nikaidou Xiong, he has completely disappeared from this world.

"It's too troublesome to die one by one, so... let's die together in pain!"

Holding the long sword in his hand, Akito Sakai walked towards the village gate. He wanted to use the true power of this sword.

In the darkness of night, Akito Sakai stood at the entrance of the village, holding a long sword that gleamed azure blue in his hand.

Without saying anything, he raised the long sword in his hand high and swung it towards the sky.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded in the sky, followed by an unexpected downpour. The rain hit the surrounding leaves, making a crackling sound.

Feeling the sound of rain falling on his body, Akito Sakai took a deep breath, even though he no longer needed to breathe.

The villagers didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After all, this was sometimes the case in this area, with sudden heavy rain or something.

Some people even believe that this is a blessing from the sea god, using rain water to wash away filth and bad luck.

After the sound of rain washed for a while, Akito Sakai felt the amount of rainfall in the village and sneered, the prerequisite was completed.

Holding the knife in his backhand, he inserted the blade downward into the ground, and like turning a key, Akito Sakai grasped the handle and turned it.

The downpour in the sky suddenly changed, the air was flashing with white light, and snowflakes... fell.

The first snow of early winter came earlier than usual. The white snow was mixed with an unknown blue and slowly fell to the ground.

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"Click~"

The sound of freezing suddenly sounded, and in an instant, a thin layer of frost froze on the ground.

Snowflakes floated in the air and slowly fell on the branches and leaves, which instantly froze like exquisite colored ice sculptures.

The originally quiet village seemed to be filled with a winter symphony after the falling ice crystals and snowflakes, with the crackling sound of freezing and shattering being heard continuously.

"Bang~"

He pulled out the samurai sword stuck in the ground. A hint of azure light flashed across the blade, then disappeared into the blade. The samurai sword once again became plain and ordinary.

The power of weather!

This is the power of the demon residing in the sword, or it can be said to be the power of the sword itself.

In simple terms, meteorology refers to all physical phenomena in the atmosphere, including wind, clouds, rain, snow, frost, dew, rainbows, halos, lightning, thunder, etc., occurring in the sky.

However, it is obvious that this is no longer a simple physical phenomenon, but a supernatural phenomenon that cannot be explained by science.

Having said that, Akito Sakai was unable to use the full power of this demon sword. He only used the power of rain, snow, and frost. At this moment, Akito Sakai felt that he had been completely drained.

This hollowing out not only consumed his physical strength, but also his mental strength.

If he wasn't already dead, he would have fainted completely after the heavy snow that had just fallen.

Despite this, Akito Sakai's body still felt weak again and again, and the energy that supported his movements was being consumed rapidly.

That energy, the energy that could support his actions, was known by Akito Sakai through the fluctuations transmitted by the demon sword.

Life energy is very easy to understand. The demon sword can absorb the dissipated life energy from the dead, and then feed it back to Akito Sakai, allowing him to continue to act even when his body is dead.

"Like a demon or evil spirit that eats people."

Akito Sakai murmured to himself, how was he different from those demons who survived by eating humans, since he survived by killing people?

"It makes no difference. Then I can discard my human identity..."

It seemed like he was answering himself, or telling something to the demon sword.

Remembering the despair before his death and the treatment he had suffered during his lifetime, Sakai Akito's hand holding the demon sword turned white due to the force!

"Humans? Gods? Haha!"

Holding the handle of the knife, Akito Sakai walked towards the village. He wanted to get the scabbard back. A knife without a scabbard is not a complete knife.

"Click~"

"Click~"

Walking on the muddy road that had long been frozen, the thin ice surface was directly crushed to pieces.

The village, which was bustling with people during the day, was now cold and silent, with only the sounds of footsteps and breaking ice echoing around.

There was a lifeless look in the low-rise houses; even the outer walls were covered with frost, and icicles hung from the eaves, clear and transparent.

If it is illuminated by sunlight during the day, the surroundings will be as beautiful as an ice wonderland.

But at this moment, this place seemed like the eighth level of the eighteen levels of hell, the iceberg hell.

The sinners who are punished in the iceberg hell are all the villagers in this village.

Regardless of gender, age, rich or poor, noble or humble, at this moment, the hell they are enjoying is no different. Perhaps, only in this situation can the purest fairness appear.

Akito Sakai has no so-called compassion. He treats everyone equally. Or it can be said that his compassion was shattered along with his spine when he fell off the cliff.

There were no screams, no wails, only the sound of ice freezing and breaking. Along with these sounds, Akito Sakai continued to move forward.

"found it."

In a pile of junk in a corner somewhere, Akito Sakai found the azure scabbard.

He picked up the scabbard, and with a clang, the silver-white blade of the demon sword sank into the scabbard. It fit very well, and the blade did not change completely because it became a demon sword.

The moment the magic sword was put back into the scabbard, the snow in the sky seemed to fall even heavier, and the snowflakes were mixed with ice-blue light.

Amidst the flying white, a figure walked out, with a samurai sword with a blue scabbard slung around his waist. The snowflakes seemed to be frightened of the person who came, and fell to the side one after another.

Not a single snowflake fell on the man, and a snowflake-free space formed around him.

"Where should we go? We should go there!"

As if asking and answering his own questions, Akito Sakai walked unsteadily towards the beach from which he came. His wife was still waiting for him there.

………………

Prahova, Romania.

In Romania, which has a seven-hour time difference with Japan, the sun has just set.

However, the dark creatures living in the shadows had already appeared on time in the depths of the city where the sunlight could not reach.

"Creak, creak, creak~"

In the alley where no sunlight or even light could reach, there was a creepy chewing sound.

"GuluGulu~"

"Ha, refreshing! Why didn't I realize before that human flesh and blood are so fascinating?"

It was like a man hiding in the darkness, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He was originally just a black gangster who dropped out of school early. He bullied honest people every day and occasionally robbed people to make some money.

But one day, as he was squatting in a dark alley with a knife in his hand, preparing to work, a strange bat pounced on him and bit him before he could react.

When he was hurriedly preparing to pull the bat down, the bat disappeared like an illusion, but the pain in his neck told him that it was all real.

I wanted to go to the hospital, but work has been bad recently and I haven’t seen anyone walking through the alley alone in a long time, so I had to give up.

Perhaps it was because he was born with well-developed muscles and his body had developed antibodies, so nothing happened after a few days.

Just when he thought that the matter was over, his body underwent unexpected changes. He became strong and fast, and could even jump seven or eight meters like Spider-Man!

Mutants!

This is the first thought that comes to mind. After being influenced by a certain company's superhero movies, it seems to be common knowledge that after being bitten by a mutant animal, one will gain the corresponding superpowers.

He never expected that he would die today, but the hunger that followed was like the torture of hell, completely overtaking his consciousness.

Tonight, he has forgotten how many times he has eaten. He only knows that if he doesn't eat, he will be hungry, and if he doesn't drink, he will be thirsty!

Never endure hunger and thirst again!

"Haha~ As expected, young and fresh blood is the most delicious. It's a pity to waste such a good body. I should have played with it first."

"But, if you have super powers, what can't you get? You can get anything! Hahahahaha!"

"Negroes? How disgusting!"

"Benyamin, just kill him. Even if I have to find a companion, I don't want to be a companion with a Negro."

"Well, our companion cannot be a Negro. He is an inferior product, unworthy of the power of a noble blood!"

The black man, who was still laughing wildly, suddenly turned cold because his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness: "Who? How dare you insult me! Call me Nig..."

"Oh!"

The head exploded, brains splattered everywhere, and the anger in the eyes did not seem to dissipate, until there was a "pop" and the impact force stuck to the wall.

"Isn't this man a fool? Isn't he a Negro? Who insulted him?"

"Okay, now that we have dealt with the scene, it's time to look for our next companion."

Chapter 128: Aimubbatman

"Could it be that... Lord Dracula has really disappeared from this world?"

A Gothic spire church located in Bucharest. Yoko Onodera was standing on the highest spire and talking to herself.

Because the spire was high enough and it was noon, almost no one noticed that this holy church was under the feet of a vampire.

As for the patriarchs and bishops inside the church, it is not objective to say that they were also trampled under the feet of Yoko Onodera. If they were discovered by these clergymen, they might have to pray to their own Lord and denounce the disrespect of these evil creatures.

"No, except for the sudden appearance of some new vampires, there is no trace of Lord Dracula at all."

Looking at the sun emitting light and heat in the sky, Yoko Onodera couldn't help but recall the new vampires discovered during this period.

They are ignorant and have no idea about the changes in themselves, and only a very small number of them have guessed the causes of their changes.

According to the descriptions of the newly born vampires, they were all bitten by a strange bat, which caused the corresponding changes in their bodies. After biting them, the bat disappeared directly.

There was nothing strange in the first few days, but after a few days their physical condition began to strengthen strangely, and they began to crave fresh blood. Normal food was like smelly swill to them.

Most of the mutated people hid their changes and quietly lived the same life as before. Only a few stupid guys thought they had turned into superhumans.

And those guys who are not so smart don't hide their thoughts at all. They want to prove their uniqueness to the whole world directly. Therefore, the more high-profile you are, the more these guys will come.

But those guys were only rampant for a day or two before they mysteriously disappeared without leaving even a trace. Their families kept silent about it, and some families even moved out of the city.

This is also the information that Yoko Onodera learned from the mouths of those new vampires who hid very well and whose lives and behaviors were exactly the same as those of ordinary people. After all, those guys' high-profile behavior was also well-known, although they quickly disappeared from the Internet.

In fact, it was by chance that Yoko Onodera discovered these hidden new vampires, and only then did she learn from them about those new vampires who disappeared for no reason.

The moment she learned the information, Yoko Onodera knew that someone must be secretly capturing these new vampires. Although she didn't know where these new vampires came from, there was no doubt that they were related to Lord Dracula.

Integrate all the new vampires and count them all. This is the order that Yoko Onodera issued to Benyaming and others.

Although I don't know what Lord Dracula's intention is, there will definitely be no problem in integrating and counting these new vampires.

Thinking of this, Yoko Onodera came back to her senses from the dazzling sunlight. She didn't know what to do now.

After all, her Lord Dracula has never contacted her. Is he leaving her alone?

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time."