Chapter 320: Dark Demon’s Self-Cultivation (4k)
[The Dance of the Vampire: Approach while dancing, then s*ck away every last drop of bl**d from your opponent’s body!]
The more beautiful the dance, the more deadly it becomes.
Bastemon’s control over bl**d was clearly superior to that of the Vampire Count.
And it wasn’t just a little bit stronger!
What could be the reason for this?
Dark, though he had some guesses, couldn’t be sure.
But no matter what, strong is strong, and weak is weak.
Bastemon danced gracefully amidst the tide of bl**d, its alluring figure even captivating the vampire Vlad.
Vlad had been parasitized inside Robert’s body and had witnessed Bastemon’s prowess during the Novice Tournament.
However, that time, Bastemon was only fleeting, and the match ended before it could even use its ultimate skill.
This time, however, he felt that irresistible charm up close, making him feel slightly heated.
Bastemon seemed to have an extraordinary attraction to vampires!
Vlad swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure in this duel.
For this purpose, he gathered his spirit and coldly said to the Vampire Count, “Bloom, flower of bl**d!”
“Feel d*ath!”
The Vampire Count roared in response.
He abruptly extended his right arm, and with his pale fingers tipped with sharp nails, he squeezed with force.
“Boom!”
A bl**d beast approaching Bastemon exploded suddenly!
The petals of bl**d burst outward, dazzling and sinister.
Then…
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Countless bl**d beasts heading towards Bastemon exploded one after another.
The entire tunnel resembled a garden of blooming bl**d flowers, the stench of bl**d filling the air.
Bastemon, walking through the bl**d tide, was engulfed in the vibrant petals of bl**d.
“Even a seven-star golem dares to compete with an eight-star?”
Vlad’s voice regained its vigor.
Following his lead, the Vampire Count summoned more bl**d beasts from the sea of bl**d above and below him, charging and exploding, making the flowers of bl**d bloom even more fiercely!
In the blink of an eye.
The entire scene was drowned in bl**d.
From Dark’s perspective, he couldn’t even see Bastemon anymore.
But he felt no anxiety.
The “fusion” card containing “Bastemon” still emitted a faint golden aura, remaining incredibly stable.
Although Bastemon lost some mana in the explosions, it quickly replenished itself through bl**d absorption.
Vlad’s arrogance was built on ignorance.
Stars equated to levels, but the rank of a magic golem was determined by itself.
Bastemon was a magical golem with divine attributes, though not quite a true “god card,” it was already distinguishable from other non-god magical golems.
If placed among vampires, it would be akin to a “true ancestor.”
If the Vampire Count abandoned the power of the bl**d sea and fought with claws and teeth alone, it might pose a greater threat to Bastemon!
Their knowledge gap led to different perceptions.
But when the truth was revealed,
Even the most foolish could see through it.
The explosion lasted for a very long time; the Vampire Count’s sea of bl**d nearly depleted before it stopped under his command.
But as the bl**d splashed, Bastemon’s graceful form emerged unscathed before everyone.
It looked at Vlad in amusement, then flicked a finger, and a dark red bl**d stream shot out, growing to十多 meters long, transforming into a terrifying bl**d dragon!
The bl**d of the dragon came entirely from the bl**d beasts!
After absorbing the Vampire Count’s power, Bastemon transformed it into a bl**d dragon, with a body made of bl**d and a core of darkness!
The newly born bl**d dragon immediately roared silently yet terrifyingly at Vlad!
Vlad’s gaze, which had been high and mighty, instantly turned fierce, his face darkening as he shouted, “Vampire Count!”
The Vampire Count, hearing this, became enraged, its body surging with boundless bl**d light!
The bl**d sea around its feet and head flowed into its raised right hand.
A long bl**d-red scythe was thus forged!
“Harvest of d*ath!”
The Vampire Count roared.
It raised the scythe and lunged at Bastemon!
In the end, it came down to a melee.
Bastemon smiled, lifting her claw-like right hand, piercing her bloodied index finger through the veil and licking it with her tongue, her eyes filled with allure.
The bl**d dragon circling her head lunged forward, diving toward the Vampire Count!
The Vampire Count raised the scythe fearlessly, slashing at the dragon’s head.
The bl**d dragon opened its mouth wide, biting the bl**d-colored scythe!
“Boom!”
The scythe entered the mouth.
The dragon’s fangs bit!
The bl**d scythe tried to cut through the bl**d dragon, but the dragon bit down on the blade.
But after a brief stalemate…
With a sudden surge of strength, the Vampire Count broke free, slicing down with a “swoosh,” cutting off part of the dragon’s bl**d from the corner of its mouth to its jaw!
“Roar!”
The Vampire Count, finally achieving a victory, let out a roar of relief.
Vlad laughed loudly, “Only in appearance!”
At the same time.
The Vampire Count had already shattered the bl**d dragon into十几 segments!
Yet, Vlad was right; the bl**d dragon was indeed just in appearance.
Bastemon curled her finger, causing the severed bl**d dragon to grow heads and tails, transforming into several smaller bl**d dragons, which then bit the Vampire Count from multiple directions!
While biting, these bl**d dragons also wrapped themselves around the Vampire Count, binding it tightly.
One even climbed onto the Vampire Count’s right arm, pulling it down and tightly restraining it.
With another effort, the Vampire Count screamed in agony.
“Mew—”
Bastemon walked to the Vampire Count, smiling, and slightly tiptoed, her beautiful face now facing its eyes.
Then she lifted her hand, her sharp nail piercing the Vampire Count’s forehead.
The nail pierced through the pale skin, and a drop of bl**d oozed out.
The moment the bl**d oozed out, Bastemon sucked it into her fingertip.
She smiled charmingly, her beauty radiating.
With another push, the nail pierced the Vampire Count’s forehead completely.
bl**d poured out instantly!
…
Vlad probably never imagined that his painstakingly crafted eight-star magical golem, the “Vampire Count,” would lose to a seven-star magical golem.
When the Vampire Count’s bl**d was drained by Bastemon, turning it into a skeleton, Vlad realized he was losing.
He was somewhat adaptable.
When he should cower, he cowered.
When he should charge, he charged.
Now, he made a decisive move, not even bothering to adjust his expression, and shouted fiercely as he retreated.
The “light cavalry” that had blocked his path earlier moved aside due to Dark’s arrival, leaving him an escape route.
During his escape, Vlad did not forget to use his last magic card.
He threw the bl**d-soaked magic card backward, and countless bats flew out from the card, swarming towards Bastemon and Dark!
They looked like real bats, but in fact, they were just a swarm of illusions.
They filled the entire tunnel densely.
Dark’s eyes lost sight of Vlad.
But he immediately shouted, “Bastemon, catch him!”
“Mew!”
Bastemon meowed, throwing the drained Vampire Count aside and leaping onto the wall, then pouncing forward, closing the distance between herself and Vlad!
Vlad could sense the approach of the magical golem without turning his head.
His expression was panicked, but his eyes glinted with menace.
Using Robert’s body, he couldn’t exert any power.
If caught, he could imagine the tragic fate awaiting him.
But what was even more terrifying than d*ath was…
When Vlad parasitized Robert, he gained basic knowledge about this era.
He knew he might be the “last vampire!”
And there were a few professors in Saint Maryann Academy who had a penchant for research.
If he fell into their hands, d*ath would be impossible.
As a demon, vampires were seen as mere specimens by some humans, dissecting them without any moral qualms.
So he couldn’t be captured!
Even if it meant d*ath…
…
At this moment, the arrogance rooted deep in his soul surged.
Vlad would rather d*e than become a specimen!
“But fortunately…”
He touched his heart, forcing a sinister smile despite his panic.
“There’s someone to take with me.”
“A one-for-one exchange, it’s worth it!”
…
But when Vlad decided to go all out, a ray of hope shone into his eyes.
His “close friend”—Wit Gold—suddenly appeared from around the corner!
Initially, Vlad thought Wit Gold was part of the group hunting him.
But he quickly realized that if Wit wanted to attack him, it wouldn’t have been so complicated.
They were almost inseparable.
If Wit had known he was parasitized inside Robert, he would have been surrounded by those unfathomable professors by now.
But since he wasn’t…
Vlad’s eyes flashed with a peculiar light, the bl**d light quickly hiding deep within.
“Wit? Run!”
He rushed forward, grabbing the slowing Wit.
“Haha!”
Wit gasped for breath, urgently asking, “Robert, why are you here? I was discovered by the golem…”
Vlad pulled him towards another corner, shouting urgently, “I was discovered too, not just by the golem, but by bats?”
“Bats? Where did they come from?” Wit looked sideways, seeing a swarm of bats obscuring the view.
Vlad hurriedly said, “How should I know? Let’s run faster, I don’t want to be locked up again!”
But unseen by Wit, Vlad raised his left hand, his fingers curling into a claw, bl**d swirling around it, full of threatening intent.
Clearly, having a new hostage gave him more confidence.
Robert was worthless to him, even as a hostage.
But his “close friend” Wit, being the child of a hero, was a high-quality hostage.
In fact…
He quickly noticed that the seven-star magical golem hadn’t pursued them.
This made him realize his decision was correct.
With Wit Gold in hand, even the golden-haired youth would back off out of fear.
Afterwards, he just needed to…
A look of extreme greed flashed across Vlad’s eyes!
He had endured for a long time.
For a normal vampire, Wit Gold was the perfect delicacy!
But to achieve his goal of “learning and improving every day,” he had been enduring, enduring, and enduring!
Now that he was discovered, he could finally stop enduring!
…
In this short time, Vlad had planned his next moves.
He felt he had escaped danger, even running with Wit holding hands, feeling like there was a melody playing in the background.
They dodged and weaved through the castle’s corridors, finally evading the golem’s pursuit thanks to their experience.
Vlad pulled Wit into a classroom, panting heavily, “Finally shaken them off, are you okay, Wit?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Wit’s lips flickered with a hint of green, supporting himself on his knees.
After a while, he asked in confusion, “Robert, why are you outside too?”
Vlad grinned, saying, “I was curious, so I followed you out. How was it? Your… hehehe!”
Wit’s face showed discomfort, sighing, “Didn’t you see? I was discovered by the golem right after crossing the bridge. I barely escaped, and then she told me…”
Vlad looked curious, “Told you what?”
Wit: “She said she lost in Truth or Dare and was forced to give me chocolate. They were too mean, betting behind my back if I’d be invited out!”
Vlad couldn’t help but look surprised, suddenly feeling a sense of pity for his “friend.”
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