The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 618 - 331: Count Dracula’s Day of Suffering_3
Turning your own son into a creature that's neither human nor ghost is one thing, but to dare provoke me? At this moment, retreating is no longer an option, only battle remains!
Even if the enemy is of the high-ranking gender that the entire world respects,
Even if their family might perish completely because of it,
Even if they would be expelled from the Chaotic Holy City, even if I am to die today,
Still, there is only battle!
It's not just for my departed son,
But for the countless men all over the world.
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If I let the Rainbow Envoys run rampant, where else could Count Dracula go to find virgin blood to drink!
Right here, right now, there is only battle!
The sky suddenly turned blood red, and the crimson hue of the twilight smeared every wall of the estate with blood, causing the citizens watching from afar to burst into cheers, Count Dracula had made his move, breaking his decade-long silence and striking out at the Rainbow Apostles!
"Sima's troublemakers, I've come to decimate your entire families!"
The blood clouds rolled back, pressing down, as Count Dracula no longer contained the aura of a Demigod; the terrifying vampiric pressure instantly filled the sky, and all living creatures bowed their heads, not daring to look directly into the bloody light; to do otherwise meant blood would be drawn, and if one was slower still, their entire scalp would be shriveled up like dried tofu.
Endless quantities of fresh blood were converging toward Count Dracula,
Their source shockingly came from the slums, where Dracula had built housing for illegal immigrants for free.
Since he offered it without charge, many Demon Seed Cicadas and Breeders even used this to scorn the Human Empire, touting the social welfare perfection of the Holy City—little did they know, all gifts bestowed by fate were already priced in the dark.
Each immigrant living there had at least three vials of blood drawn every day under the guise of medical checkups.
And when the Nobility had a need, the amount would surge dramatically!
Like now, in just a matter of seconds, Count Dracula had drained the blood of Breeders and Demon Seed Cicadas for an entire street, regardless of their virginity.
After the feast, Count Dracula grimaced, feeling a nauseating surge in his stomach, reminiscent of the rotten stench of a sock soaked in wine for three years, then left to sour and rot.
"Great!" An Su cheered for his boss's tolerance, clapping his hands, "Even daring to drink the Breeders' blood that stinks worse than menstrual blood, you truly live up to your reputation as a preeminent Noble of the Vampire Nobility, as Count Dracula! Who else could stop such a vampire! Who can stop him now!"
Seeing his elder brother so valiant, even Viscount Pigula showed admiration; even he couldn't stand the smell of the public cicadas, yet his brother could stomach it.
"Brother, I'll assist you." Viscount Pigula chugged the milk in his cup, and his Rank shot up instantly.
He was all in, as the new upstart of the Vampire Nobility, Viscount Pigula was quite the connoisseur of bloodsucking.
As the old saying goes, a drop of gold equals ten drops of blood!
So for a vampire, the most efficient thing has never been bloodsucking, but gold-sucking!
If he could suck all the gold from the virgins in the city, his noble Rank might even surpass that of Count Dracula.
"This is my destined battle with the Chaos Envoy; stand back for now."
Count Dracula said without turning his head,
"There's certainly someone behind this, and he's your real opponent. Find him, then kill him."
"Chaotic City cannot let him remain." Count Dracula narrowed his eyes, "Nothing can go wrong with the Councilor's election in three days."
Facing the overwhelming rainbow, he resolutely plummeted downwards, his Blood Blade dancing among the monster crowd; aside from the likes of the Gula Apostle leader and other Saints, the lower-Ranked rainbow heads were sent flying into the air. The brainwashed creatures cried out in the sky,
"Why don't you drink our blood, instead of chopping off our heads!"
"We can't possibly smell worse than the Breeders!"
They shouted angrily,
"That's gender discrimination!"
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