What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

Especially the moment the black cube on the three-wheeled vehicle landed, the golden light surrounding the temple began to fade faster, almost shrinking back into the gate!

"Kid, how much longer can you hold out?"

Seeing this, the black cat had no choice but to crawl down, asking the old monk questions while gathering the little bit of magic power it had just recovered.

"If we don't attack, we can probably hold out for another five or six minutes."

The old monk answered, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Alright, as soon as the golden light breaks, I will immediately lead the villagers away."

Black Cat knew this wasn't the time for idle chatter or foolish conversations about 'everyone has to live.' So, when the old monk declared his resolve to die, she began to accelerate the recovery of her magical powers.

Outside the temple, Mr. K saw that everyone inside was still there and there was no sign of an attack, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the offerings from the village were taken away, so be it; he could make up for the loss with half of them. But if even the offerings here were taken away, he would really have to go to Shanghai to find that guy surnamed Chen and get some answers, and then commit suicide!

This feeling of frustration, like being struck by a plague, was even harder to accept than when he was punched into the roadside by Chen Shifeng, whose strength had been greatly reduced!

"Mr. K, the rest of the people are inside the temple."

One of the subordinates walked up to Mr. K and reported.

"I see."

Mr. K nodded, then instructed his subordinates to move the black cube to the opposite side of the temple.

"There's a monster hiding inside that thing! It smells similar to the bloodthirsty bats surrounding the temple, but it's much more advanced... Kid, are you ready?"

The black cat sniffed, and even without hissing, its fur stood on end instinctively because of what was inside the black cube.

"Ah."

The old monk nodded, then gave the black cat a calm smile.

"I am fortunate to have met Your Majesty and learned the methods of cultivation. I have no regrets in this life."

"..."

The black cat lowered its head and did not answer.

The villagers, hiding in a corner of the main hall, wept softly because of the old monk's impending sacrifice.

boom……!

At this moment, as an evil wind blew in from outside the temple, the black cube standing in front of the gate gradually shrouded the earth in the night and began to shed its surface disguise, revealing the redwood coffin with gold trim inside.

"Homage to the great Diablo Dolan!"

The black-robed vampires around them were no longer kneeling, but instead bowing and praying around the coffin.

"Damn, these vampires are really creepy."

Mr. K's subordinates couldn't help but rub their arms when they saw this scene.

It's important to know that the classical vampires of Europe don't follow this rule. Even when facing inferior vampires, they only show an elegant and civilized side, and in some ways, they are even more principled than human nobles.

Only those lunatics who traveled to the New World would know how to perform such rituals.

clack clack...

Fine cracks began to appear in the golden light outside the temple.

"Now! Let's go!"

The old monk shouted loudly.

Then, it unleashed its last bit of power, turning the remaining golden light into a shockwave that blasted towards the coffin outside the temple!

"Ugh...!"

The black-robed vampires were struck by the golden light and sent flying backward with a scream. Burn-like marks appeared on their bodies, and white smoke rose from them.

It felt like being scorched by the sun's rays.

But the coffin remained firmly in place, completely unaffected by the golden shockwave.

"gone!"

Without hesitation, the black cat transformed into a black whirlwind, swept up the villagers hiding at the edge of the main hall, and quickly rushed out of the temple's side door, disappearing into the dark forest.

"Instead of maintaining the barrier, he chose to deliver the final blow and let the villagers escape? Tch! I thought this old monk would cherish his life and hold on a little longer..."

Seeing this, Mr. K stepped forward and, after seeing the situation in the temple, gritted his teeth.

At this moment, the lid of the coffin standing in front of the temple quietly opened a crack, and a crimson vertical pupil suddenly opened inside the pitch-black interior.

"Go after them quickly..."

A chilling sound came from inside the coffin.

"Yes, Lord Diablo!"

Those black-robed vampires who had been knocked away quickly got up and then hurried after the direction where Black Wind had fled.

Soon, only the nearly lifeless old monk in the temple, the coffin at the temple gate, and Mr. K and his men remained at the scene.

"Ah... I'm hungry. The food I ate earlier has been digested, but I still don't have enough energy... I need more blood (soul)..."

After a long silence, a sound came from the coffin at the temple entrance.

The next moment, countless blood-red tentacles suddenly pierced out from the surface of the coffin, piercing through the bodies of Mr. K's subordinates.

"Mr. K! What is he doing?! Aren't we on the same side? Mr. K! Help... me..."

Mr. K, sweating profusely, watched as his subordinates were devoured by the coffin in the blink of an eye. Luckily, his body had undergone multiple modifications and no longer met the requirements for a sacrificial offering; otherwise, he too would have been eaten like a loaf of bread.

To be honest, the reason this guy ended up in China was because he ate too many people in various regions, which led to him being wanted by supernatural organizations in those regions, and even to being put on a kill list by the Vatican's Inquisition.

If he hadn't come to this land [beyond faith], that guy Diablo would have been nailed to a cross by the sword of God long ago, and then dragged to Rome to bask in the morning sun.

"What a terrifying demon..."

The old monk in the temple escaped the disaster, whether because he practiced Buddhism or because he was too old.

On the other side...

The black cat, which had transformed into a black wind and carried the villagers away, quickly returned to its original form due to the exhaustion of its magic. However, when it landed, it still ensured that the villagers landed safely and did not let them fall directly to the ground.

Unfortunately, the black-robed vampires possessed physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, and they quickly caught up with the villagers who were changing buses.

"It's all over, meow..."

The black cat closed its eyes in despair.

At this critical moment, three graceful figures appeared in the forest and attacked the black-robed vampires from the other side.

[Breath of Flowers - Fourth Form: Red Floral Robe] x2

Two identical sword shapes, one on the left and one on the right.

In the blink of an eye, he beheaded several black-robed vampires.

[Insect Breathing - Butterfly Dance: Teasing]

The next figure pierced the body of the black-robed vampire closest to the villager, instantly paralyzing him before he was beheaded by the other two girls.

"This is...the sun's..."

As one of the black-robed vampires' heads fell off, the smile on his face instantly turned to terror, and he turned to ashes after letting out a scream.

Hearing the noise, the black cat instinctively opened its eyes, then saw the butterfly sisters dressed as swordsmen, and instinctively said:

"Meow! People from the imperial court have arrived?!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: The True Ancestor Does Not Exist!

The moment the black-robed vampire was killed, Diablo, who was far away in front of the temple, felt it; the entire coffin trembled.

"My men were killed?"

Although he could create as many inferior vampires as he wanted, the actions of those three swordswoman girls were undoubtedly a slap in the face to him!

"Are those three swordsmen? Damn it! They're back so quickly!"

Mr. K, now all alone, felt a sudden stomachache.

Although his stomach was no longer the original one, that did not prevent him from experiencing the psychological effect of 'stomach pain'.

"Hey! Humans over there, my transformation is not yet complete... I need more... more blood!"

Diablo inside the coffin was clearly urging Mr. K to help him retrieve the originally planned offerings.

However, he was used to being high and mighty, and his words always sounded like commands.

"whispering sound!"

If he didn't need the other party's help, Mr. K wouldn't have obeyed this crazed vampire's orders.

However, he had only taken a couple of steps when he noticed someone approaching nearby.

"Is that direction... towards Club 10?"

Mr. K turned his head to look, but in the night vision of his right eye, he saw the figure of a girl 'flying and scaling walls' in the woods.

It was clearly not the Plum Blossom 10 that I had sent to intercept Chen Xia's team, nor could it be any of the mercenaries.

"So it really failed? Even though I greatly overestimated Chen Xia's strength, I still couldn't kill her!"

The constant setbacks made Mr. K increasingly resentful of Chen Shifeng, and even the surname 'Chen'.

However, he still has a chance to win.

As long as Diablo Dolan completes his transformation and leaps from a fourth-generation vampire to a second-generation vampire, even if he is a pseudo-second-generation vampire, it doesn't matter.

No matter how many cards Chen Xia has in her hand, it won't matter then.

Monsters of that level are only vulnerable to being dealt with by old fogies hiding in secret realms across the land, occasionally sneaking out to tease their juniors.

Of course, if you want to use express missiles to provide firepower coverage, then Diablo will have no choice but to run away.

Therefore, before entering Shenzhou, the Dolan vampires and the Poker Organization had already made a plan: he would complete the ritual and be promoted, Mr. K would kill the descendant of his enemy, and after achieving a win-win situation, they would immediately withdraw.

"?!"

Diablo, inside the coffin, also sensed the girl in the distance, and in his perception, she was someone similar to himself.

"Same race?"

He simply didn't perceive the class differences stemming from bloodline and generation.

Whether it's obedience to superiors or domination of subordinates.

That's really strange...

He had never seen this type of vampire before.

How could there be vampires in this world who are not within the framework of 'rules'?

"found it!"

The other person quickly appeared in front of Mr. K and Diablo.

A girl with long pink hair mixed with a few white strands, emerald green vertical pupils, and an aura of arrogance.

He was wearing a dark red sports jacket and black trousers.

But it doesn't look quite right, the clothes seem a bit tight.

"She's the one who took down Club 10?"

Mr. K stepped back a few paces, leaving the scene to Akashiya Moka and Diavolo in the coffin.

"What a horrible stench..."

Akashiya Moka first glanced at Mr. K, then turned to look at the red coffin in front of the temple, and then frowned.

To her sense of smell, a foul stench, like that of corpse fluid, was constantly emanating from the small crack in the coffin.

Diablo, inside the coffin, also looked at Akashiya Moka.

"Those eyes... a mixed-race bastard? They don't even have eyes that reflect the soul (blood-red vertical pupils)! Hahahaha!!!"

As Diablo mocked, the blood-red eye in the crack of the coffin curved into a crescent moon.

The question of whether something is outside the framework of 'rules' seems to have been answered as a result.