Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 729 Didn't your mother teach you?

Snapped!
Another blood vial shattered on the roof, splattering blood everywhere.

No, no, no!
King Lobsang II lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over. He clutched his head and face tightly to his arms, howling in despair.

But every inch of his body was roaring, yearning for the liquid on the ground.

It squeezed out what little reason he had left.

His organs, tissues, joints, and muscles began to steam as if boiling water was being released, and he convulsed uncontrollably.

stop!

Listen to me!
I am the Second Lausanne!
The owner of this body!
It wasn't you!
It wasn't you!

No!

Lausanne II struggled and gave orders to what remained in his body—who knows what was left.

But it's no use.

They were noisy and protesting, each doing their own thing, and they just wouldn't listen to him.

He wanted to take a step, but he couldn't lift his leg.

He wanted to pick up the sword, but couldn't reach out his hand.

I want to close my eyes, but I can't close them tightly.

And they were all vying to protest against him, wanting to get closer to the bloody smell that covered the floor and walls.

Like a commander who has lost authority and suffered a defeat, the soldiers scrambled to leave the camp.

But what could he do?

He is too weak.

Too weak.

The stench of blood around him grew stronger and stronger, far exceeding the limit he could tolerate.

It was like being soaked in a pool of blood.

“Look, so much blood, all fresh human blood drawn today,” Catherine laughed from the rooftop across the way, smashing a blood vial and pointing at the blood splattered everywhere. “You can’t take it anymore, can you?”

Her laughter carried a wild, liberating joy.
"Then show your fangs and your ugly side!"

"vampire!"

Upon hearing those words, King Losang II trembled once more!
Do not!
No! No! No!
How could she...?

A new panic, a sense of shame at being exposed, instantly struck Lausanne II.

It dealt a blow to his faltering spirit.

How did I find out?

As if knowing what he was afraid of, Catherine, ignoring the cold sweat covering her body, gasped for breath like someone who had been holding their breath underwater for a long time, and burst into loud laughter:

"These days we've been helping the missing people—was that your doing?"

Yes, they attacked, ate on the spot, then stabbed the wounds open, left the body in the street, or threw it directly into the water and framed Black Silk.

Catherine thought to herself.

At least that's the conclusion drawn by a certain cold and unsmiling servant who always seemed to be scribbling in a small notebook.

By the way, all of that lord's spies, including himself, were named after this servant when they went out on missions.

(Just like the dogs that Sangare kept: Sanga No. 1, Sanga No. 2, Sanga Large, Sanga Extra Large, Sanga Giant...)
Hmm, this servant must have a lot of influence in front of the master, but what if one day...?

Yes, it refers to a high-ranking position with immense power and extremely high value.

When we get back to the capital, we'll have to curry favor with them.

Catherine's thoughts raced, but her words flowed without pause:

"...There are only two places where nothing happened."

Lausanne II's eyes behind his goggles slowly widened. He clutched his head tightly, convulsing and struggling, forcing himself not to look at the blood around him.

but……

Drink up...

The resistance within his body coalesced into a single, unified voice, which spoke coldly to him.

It's like a soldier successfully rebelling and then giving orders to his commander.

That's blood...

No.

Drink up...

Do not!
Ah, the sweet taste of blood...

No, no!
Enjoy...

The sound grew louder and louder, until it was deafening:
Let's drink!

In reality, Phantom Blade sneered:
"Frango's theater street, and Jaga's workshops—I know why you don't hunt in those places."

Looking at King Lausanne II, who was kneeling on the rooftop, burying his face in his hands and in unbearable pain, Catherine sneered:
"Because these two areas are full of young women."

girl?

Losang II's fading consciousness was instantly cleared.

Indeed, Franco's theater was surrounded by brothels that paid tribute to him, filled with hundreds and thousands of girls soliciting customers.

Phantom Blade Catherine gritted her teeth, estimating the distance between herself and her opponent.

As for the printing and textile workshop of "bad shoemaker" Jaga, he preferred to hire female and child laborers, especially young female workers. However, it was not because he cared about women and children, but because the female workers' wages could be lowered compared to male workers, and they were less likely to resist. Of course, for a hypocritical old lecher like Jaga, there may have been other more personal reasons.

"And the girls... will have their periods."

Catherine laughed sarcastically, her laughter fueled by the fervor of revenge:
So you're scared!

According to the young sergeant, vampires are most vulnerable, sensitive, restless, and susceptible to temptation at the moment they ingest fresh blood while hunting.

This is especially true for the younger generation.

"You're afraid that if you smell too much blood among the girls while you're eating, you'll lose your mind and won't be able to stop once you start..."

Ultimately, this led to a major disaster and exposed their true nature.

Based on this, the young servant of the lord deduced that, as a vampire, King Losang II was still too young.

Faced with bloodshed, he lost his composure and revealed his true colors.

Catherine stared intently at the other person:

"Ultimately, he became a complete beast."

Humans, however, are never afraid of wild animals.

[Drink up!]

Losang II was at a disadvantage in his battle with desire; he writhed in agony, but the blood on the roof stained his clothes, making his convulsions even worse.

no……

He felt as if he was on the verge of death.

But it's right there!

Reason gradually blurred.

Fresh, warm, delicious, just like always...

girl……

Just one bite, just one bite, and all the pain will be forgotten...

blood……

【blood!!!】

girl……

【Sunlight!!!】

blood……

【she!】

"no……"

At that moment, King Lobsang II paused, then spoke in a trembling voice:

"no!"

Catherine squinted.

Under the night sky, King Lausanne II slowly closed his eyes:
"No... because of... blood..."

The reason he...

【All right……】

The reason we avoid those two places when hunting...

Since you're unwilling...

no……

【Then let's go drink...】

Not because...

[Fresher than ever!!!]

The next moment, his rationality completely collapsed.

Filled with endless despair and sorrow, King Lausanne II drifted into a deep sleep.

Instead, it was something else entirely.

Its vision was completely red.

Its teeth struggled to pierce its gums.

Its nails protrude from the tips, and the ends become tough and sharp.

Its joints crackled and stretched, becoming increasingly flexible and easy to bend.

Its pitch-black heart pounded wildly, the black blood belonging to vampires flowing and consuming at an unimaginable speed... yearning.

And on its back, on its shoulder blades, there was something there, hot, surging, wanting to burst through the skin.

the most important is……

Swish!
To Catherine's chilling eyes, Lausanne II suddenly stood up, landing on all fours with bloodshot eyes.

【Blood!】

He screamed and, using his hands and feet—or rather, his claws—leaped up and pounced on Catherine with unimaginable speed!
"Do it!"

Catherine roared, turned and ran, leaping onto another rooftop.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Losang II landed where she had just been standing, his sharp claws whipping up a gust of wind that grazed her heel, narrowly missing her!
Bite her.

Bite her veins.

Let her hot blood gush out.

It could be on the neck, or the wrist.

Just like those beasts from the Lori Roya family did.

Bite her.

But the next second, the four corners of the roof beneath Lausanne II’s feet suddenly trembled!
boom!
A huge net suddenly appeared and swept towards him, trapping King Losang II!
"Ahhhh!"

Amidst the terrifying roars of the unworthy humans, King Losang II was pulled off the roof by the immense force and inertia of the net, slamming heavily onto the alleyway more than ten meters away!
pain.

渴。

Tear her apart.

He scratched her.

Eat her!
"You vicious villains! Surrender now!"

In the alley, a young man in a tight-fitting outfit, carrying a large sword on his back, looked smug and shouted, trying to make his voice carry as far as possible so that more people could hear it:
"My name is Kong Geyou. I am grateful to my fellow villagers for their kindness in calling me 'The Hundred-Step Wanderer'!"

He shouted loudly, but his movements were not slow at all. Kong Geyou flipped his hand over, and several throwing knives shot out like lightning.

"To bring peace to our hometown and rid the people of this scourge!"

Lying in the net, Lausanne II instinctively blocked the attack.

laugh!
The throwing knife pierced flesh.

Wisps of silver smoke rose from the body of King Losang II, causing the monstrous figure to wail in agony.

"Ahhhh!"

No, no!
In that instant, amidst the terrifying pain of facing a natural enemy, his reason returned somewhat.

what happened?

Oh, right, I did it again...

She fell asleep.

Only this time...

With trembling hands, King Losang II endured the excruciating pain and pulled out a throwing knife that had stirred up puffs of silver smoke upon contact with his flesh, rendering him unable to move.

This time, his wound did not heal on its own as usual.

This is……

Silver-plated throwing knives?

silver?
Looking at the wound emitting wisps of smoke and bleeding profusely, King Losang II's pupils trembled slightly.

"By the way, the net was my idea!"

On the other side, before King Losang II, who was restrained by the silver knife, could react, Kongeyu drew the greatsword from his back and stepped forward to attack!
"Traitor, die!"

laugh!
The greatsword was parried by King Losang II with his bare hands, but it deflected past his heart and plunged deep into his abdomen.

But perhaps due to the high cost, this sword was not silver-plated.

King Lausanne II, covered in black blood, roared and drew another silver-plated throwing knife.

His remaining rationality managed to maintain a balance between his thirst for blood and his fear of excruciating pain, without faltering.

Damn it, damn it!
Get moving!
You damned vampire body!
On the other side, Konggeyou roared and drew his sword, slashing down from above, aiming straight for the target's head!

"I am Baibuyou—"

Boom!
The next second, a muffled thud came from behind Kong Geyou, and the famous Hundred Steps Ranger suddenly went black, his greatsword slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground.

To the surprise of King Lausanne II, the man who had defeated Kongyo was a handsome, richly dressed male swordsman holding two rapiers, one on each side.

The hat on his head seemed to have a few feathers stuck in it.

"I am Levin Jabari, a freestyle swordsman, and one of the top eight in the selection."

Jabari flashed a smile that could charm countless aunties, swayed his hips and walked forward with a cat-like gait, letting out a sigh of lament for the unconscious Kongeyou on the ground:
"As a swordsman with a sense of honor, I truly do not wish to commit such a despicable act, but unfortunately, Boss Fesso..."

The handsome swordsman shook his head inwardly:
He gave so much!
Before he finished speaking, Jabari's two rapiers drew beautiful and dazzling arcs, piercing deeply into the body of King Lausanne II with unpredictable trajectories!

Woo!
Lying on the ground, King Losang II, still unable to draw his last silver sword, groaned in pain from his injuries.

He could only barely hold the blades through the net, preventing them from getting close to his heart or vital blood vessels.

"Die! Die! Die already! Why won't you die?"

Jabari seemed quite nervous—especially since he had never encountered such an opponent before. Despite being severely wounded and fighting unarmed, Jabari was still able to pry open Jabari's blade inch by inch and slowly get up, which made him even more panicked.

"It's no use, the more you struggle, the more painful it will be! Boss Feisuo invited a lot of people tonight... Just die already so I can collect the bounty!"

King Lausanne II rose with all his might, his eyes narrowing upon hearing this.

Feisuo.

He is a henchman of the Black Street Brotherhood's biggest drug lord, "The Wolf" Razanchi Fissor.

I knew it; that cowardly drug dealer never skimped on spending money on his bodyguards.

So, Fisseau.

You were involved back then, weren't you?
Sunlight?

However, King Losang II soon realized that the two rapiers that had pierced his body were exquisitely crafted and contained a vicious blood groove, causing his black blood to drain away at a considerable rate!

No.

Even vampires need blood to power their bodies, and if this continues...

Thinking of this, King Losang II bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed squarely on Jabari's face!
"Ah! You—"

Caught off guard, Jabari instinctively closed his eyes!

The next second, Losang suddenly withdrew his strength from his hands, enduring the excruciating pain, and let the two rapiers pierce his chest!
Oops!

With his eyes closed, Jabari leaned forward and instinctively let go of his hands to maintain his balance.

Why isn't this guy playing by the rules?

What swordsman would fight like that...?

When he came to his senses after being shocked, and opened his bloodshot eyes, he saw a leg that was caught in a net.

boom!
Jabari screamed and rolled into a haystack in the distance.

Damn.

King Lausanne II coughed up another mouthful of blood.

When Feisseau hired people, he probably didn't tell the truth to these lackeys who came for gold, and only wanted to use them as cannon fodder to consume him.

For example, "Go kill an extreme vampire assassin."

Haha, that makes sense. Who else would dare to take on this job?

And if there weren't those two fools who kept coming forward as cannon fodder...

He probably wouldn't have been injured like this.

It's just a pity, didn't Alpha Wolf Fesso, Black Sword and his brothers teach you?

Not telling the truth comes at a price.

King Lausanne II clutched the massive wound in his abdomen, gritted his teeth, pulled out the silver-plated throwing knife that had restricted his movements and prevented him from healing, then removed the two rapiers that had pierced his body. Trembling, he cut open the net, leaned against the wall, and fled into another alley.

At some point, flickering firelight appeared in this cluster of houses, and shouts of battle echoed everywhere.

Where did it fall?

"Over here, I heard that idiot named Baibu shouting!"

"He can't escape, the area is surrounded! He must be in these streets and alleys!"

"Don't grab it from me!"

"Be careful, even if we find a weakness, it's still a tough point!"

"nonsense!"

"Find quickly!"

Avoiding the firelight, King Lausanne II trembled as he walked, passing through two alleys before finally collapsing again from his severe injuries.

Damn.

That pretty idiot just said that Fisseau hired a lot of people...

Come and kill me?
Hey.

King Lausanne II, panting, curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Let them try it.

【Blood.】

King Lausanne II trembled!
No, no, no, not now...

The excruciating pain from the silver knife subsided, and the craving for blood once again took over.

The commander-in-chief who had defeated the foreign enemy was once again threatened by his own rebellious soldiers.

[Hurry, the blood...]

No.

King Lausanne II clutched his head in anguish, trying to ignore the voice inside his body.

And the smell of blood that wafted through the streets and alleys—no, the stench of blood, the stench of blood!
Blood doesn't smell good at all!

King Lausanne II wept in despair.

Blood... is what allows you to... live...

No, no, no... I can't lose my mind again...

Only by living can you... overcome...

【Blood……】

At that moment, King Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes.

Victory.

Yes, we won.

In order to survive...

In order to defeat...

He struggled to sit up and touched his wound.

A silver knife pierced his body, a greatsword ripped open his abdomen, and a rapier bled him...

He is currently severely injured and needs to recover.

must……

【Blood……】

King Lausanne II was stunned, staring blankly at a broken vial of blood on the ground.

And a pool of blood all around.

The scene before his eyes slowly blurred...

Correct.

Sweet.

The familiar taste flowed into his mouth.

tasty.

It was absorbed by his body.

Forget your worries!

Flowing through his entire body, utilizing, absorbing, activating, restoring...

Forget all the pain you once suffered!
forget!!!

Just then, King Lausanne II regained consciousness!
His gaze sharpened, and he realized that he was lying on the ground, licking the blood on the ground like a dog.

But that's not why he regained his senses.

"Ughh ...

An unprecedented, excruciating pain struck, and King Losang II trembled all over, rolling around on the ground!
"Do you really think we'd prepare supplements for you as bait?"

Lausanne II turned his head away in pain.

At the alley entrance, a female mercenary, dressed smartly and fully equipped, cautiously approached him, sword in her right hand.

“Every vial of blood used here to disturb you has been poisoned.”

poison?
With all his might, King Lausanne II knelt up.

No.

"A secret poison specifically designed to counter vampires."

The female mercenary sneered:
Enjoy your meal.

Before King Losang II could react, the female mercenary flashed her sword in her right hand!
clang!
This time, King Losang II was prepared. Ignoring his aversion to his body, he swung his right hand, with its hard and sharp claws, to parry the sword!
Dangdang Dangdang!
The sounds of clashing swords rang out repeatedly. Under the influence of the poison and his injuries, his movements were distorted. He could only barely block three attacks and was hit by several swords before he used a clever sword-disarming technique to take away his opponent's sword.

But the moment the blade touched his hand, King Losang II sensed something was wrong!
zizi...

As pain struck, Lausanne II's claws, sharp enough to withstand steel, began to go numb.

Silver smoke rose from his claws, and the wounds on his body, inflicted by the sword blade, began to fester and corrode!

Losang II's pupils dilated, and he hurriedly threw away his longsword, groaning as he staggered backward.

This is……

He stared in disbelief at the longsword on the ground and the blistering allergic reaction on his hands.

This was done after careful prayers by the temple priests...

A weapon specifically designed to counter immortal beings?

"Although the bounty is considerable, I have come only for you—you filthy, evil, and disgusting vampire."

The female mercenary spoke coldly, drawing a curved scythe from behind her.

“Robel Hobrup,” she tossed her ponytail behind her, “from the infamous town of Half Tower, a mercenary who gloriously inherited her mother’s profession.”

"Even more so, the new generation..."

The female mercenary flashed forward, unleashing a scythe attack!

"The Immortal Hunter!"

Despite the poison in his body and his lingering allergic reaction, King Lausanne II raised his hand to stop him!
But unexpectedly, Robert moved his left hand and scattered a handful of ashes.

"Kyra's Glory!"

Covering the head and face.

King Lausanne II realized what was happening, wiped the dust off his goggles, and thought angrily: "Children's tricks..."

But he was wrong.

The moment the fly ash touched my skin, the familiar, excruciating pain returned!
"Ahhhh!"

King Lausanne II trembled and stepped back.

Arms, chest, face...

Everywhere is burning!
Every part of his body was immobilized.

Oops.

This is……

King Lausanne II stared incredulously at the ashes, which shimmered strangely in the moonlight.

This is not dust.

It's silver powder!
"Hartmann's perseverance!"

But the battle situation left no time to think. With Robert's roar, a grappling hook flew over and grabbed his left arm, preventing him from retreating!
Ahhhhh!
It's silver again!

King Lausanne II was both shocked and furious, before belatedly realizing what had happened:
This is a professional thing—

Vampire Hunter!
"Dafro's bravery!"

The grappling hook tightened, and Robert drew closer. His scythe-like, semi-circular blade gleamed in the moonlight, emitting a faint silver glow!
With no way to avoid it, King Lausanne II paused, his gaze lingering.

Oops.

That knife...

That's not silver plating.

It is a rare alloy that was truly cast using pyrite as a medium and mixed with a large amount of silver.

If it ruptures into the skull, heart, or even just a major blood vessel...

The bloodline ancestor is beyond saving.

King Lausanne II immediately realized that he was on the verge of death.

Vampires...can they go to the River of Hell?

A moment of distraction passed quickly, but his extensive experience allowed him to turn sharply, advancing instead of retreating, and colliding his shoulder with the opponent's knife-wielding hand!
boom!
Robert cried out in pain as the blade narrowly grazed Lausanne II's back.

But she didn't hesitate and pulled out a pendant from her chest.

"Gulando's decisiveness!"

The pendant on her chest suddenly lit up with a dazzling fiery red light.

The light was incredibly dazzling, intensely hot and bright, causing King Losang II excruciating pain.

Just like the sun.

The invincible sun.

It made him feel weak all over.

To be slaughtered.

At last……

"Ada's deadly luck!"

Lausanne II closed his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

Bait blood, silver powder, hooks, alloy silver knives, sun-drenched pendants...

Enticing, delaying, suppressing, annihilating...

This is a complete, smooth, and efficient system...

An extermination technique for immortal species.

Damn.

If only he hadn't been lured by the knife and then seriously injured by those two idiots.

In that case, against this hunter whose moves and footwork were so ordinary, at least he could...

clang!
The dull thud of metal clashing came from above.

The dying King Lausanne II gently opened his eyes.

To his surprise, he saw a steel axe blocking his head, barely stopping the downward-slashing sickle-shaped blade.

how?

"Old Bu? Denver Bu?"

Robert was equally surprised. She turned to look at the person who had stopped her—a burly man with a wild beard and a rugged face behind her.
"why is that?"

The giant man held up the iron rod, revealing a simple and rugged smile, and lowered his head slightly.

Boom!
"nonsense."

The next second, Robert shuddered as she was slammed to the ground by the giant's headbutt, and the alloy scimitar also fell to the ground.

"He belongs to Lao Tzu!"

The giant revealed a cunning smile. He stepped over Robert, picked up his steel axe, and walked toward the critically injured King Lausanne II lying on the ground.

My bounty!
Losang II looked at the approaching giant and tried to struggle, but he was powerless.

"and many more!"

Robert gagged a few times:

"You can have half the bounty! Or even the lion's share, as long as you take my knife and cut him down..."

But the giant turned around and kicked him!
Robert was kicked and groaned as he rolled over.

"Damn it, we have to split it in half!" the giant cursed, kicking him again. "Go to hell!"

King Lausanne II lay on the ground, helplessly watching Robert cry out in pain as he clutched his abdomen.

"No, no," Roberta cried out in excruciating pain, making a final effort. "Listen to me, this vampire is different, very dangerous, we must use—"

But that was the end of her story.

The next moment, the giant swung his arm!
laugh!
The alleyway was quiet.

Robert stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the massive axe blade slashed into his chest.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Amidst the stench of blood, King Lausanne II shuddered.

【Blood.】

Having long lost all ability to resist, he lay on the ground, his lifeless eyes wide open, helplessly watching as Robert was ripped open by the giant's axe.

Poker face.

The giant spat and drew his bloody axe blade without hesitation.

Robert twitched.

Her blood stained the ground red.

"Old Bu, why, why..." On her deathbed, Robert coughed up blood and spoke in agony.

"Mercenaries? Didn't your mother teach you that?"

The giant snorted coldly and disgustedly wiped the blood that had stained his body.

"In our line of work, the most dangerous thing is not the target."

The seemingly rugged and honest giant revealed a ferocious smile:

"We're in the same industry."

Robert wanted to say something more, but she was too weak to do so.

The giant turned around and looked at King Losang II, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Damn it, because of you, you troublemaker, the selection process will only go down to the quarterfinals, the quarterfinals!"

The giant strode forward and kicked him right in the head!
Boom!
King Losang II was kicked so hard that he trembled and rolled on the ground in a sorry state.

But he clenched his teeth and swallowed his cries of pain.

Robert, her eyes vacant, stared intently across the alley.

At that moment, it seemed that his body also calmed down.

We stopped forcing him to suck blood.

The giant sniffed.

Damn it, throughout the entire election, I was busy running around, playing tricks, fighting to the death, winning what should have won, dragging out what should have dragged out, and even those who were supposed to lose were going to lose anyway, and they still had to act like northerners howling like ghosts!

In the end, just because the election was not finished and the champion was not decided, that unscrupulous bookmaker only gave him ten gold coins as a trouble fee.
Ten gold coins!

Is this how you treat a beggar?
Do you really think he's one of those stupid Northerners?

The giant snorted and walked up to King Losang II, raising his steel axe.

Fortunately, this is Emerald City.

The one thing we have no shortage of is money.

“Your head is worth a lot,” the giant sneered. “Vampire.”

The bounty offered by "Alpha Wolf" for this guy is five hundred gold coins... which is ridiculously high.

There's definitely something fishy going on.

After all, even the champion of the selection committee only has eight hundred.

but……

The giant tightened his arms, aimed at King Losang II's head, and raised his steel axe.

“Remember, the man who killed you was named Denver, Denver Diawara.”

King Lausanne II sighed softly, stretched his neck, closed his eyes, and awaited death.

“I’m a bounty hunter—a real one.”

Denver estimated the force, then a thought flashed through his mind: if his head is valuable...

Wait, aren't vampires supposed to recover very quickly?

If you cut off one of his heads, will another one grow back?
How long will it take? Will it be exactly the same as the original one?

Thinking this, Denver mustered all his strength and swung the axe blade!

At that moment, King Lausanne II lowered his head slightly.

Pass!
The axe blade was deeply embedded in the skull.

King Lausanne II cried out in anguish!

The axe blade was positioned across the side of his head, looking quite terrifying.

Denver was taken aback: Did he miss?
He tried to pull his arm back, but couldn't manage to pull the axe blade out.

Damn it... I'm stuck.

The giant man angrily raised his axe, and with Losang II's limp, boneless body in his grasp, he shook him violently, trying to shake him off.

We need to hurry, or someone else will find out...

Just as the axe blade severed from the bone, King Losang II suddenly opened his eyes!

His left hand, hidden behind his back, shot out in an instant, a sharp claw—the one Robert used to restrain him—and plunged viciously into Denver's wrist!

"Fuck——"

Denver cried out in pain and retreated.

But he was immediately horrified to find that Losang II had his body gripped by a grappling hook, his eyes bloodshot, and, despite the horrifying wound on the back of his head, he was climbing up his neck!
Didn't his mother teach him?

Losang II stared intently at the giant man who was getting closer and closer, watching the arrogance in the man's eyes turn into shock, and then into fear.

Didn't his mother teach him that the human skull is extremely strong?
It can't be chopped open with a single axe.

King Lausanne II smiled.

That's true, my mother never taught me either.

After all, this is what the Black Sword taught him:
When beheading someone, you have to aim accurately.

"No no no..."

Denver was terrified and tried to pull him off the stage by punching and kicking him, but Lausanne II ignored him.

The vampire assassin gripped Denver's shoulders tightly with a skillful gesture, staring intently at his neck.

A strong pulse beats there.

【Blood.】

His food.

His source of life.

Vampire hunters can poison the blood vials of bait.

But you can't poison real human blood—the kind that's still flowing in your veins.

"Didn't your mother teach you that?"

Amid Denver's increasingly terrified pleas for mercy, Lord Lausanne II pressed his neck against Robert's, looking calmly at the gradually ceasing convulsions on the ground.

Under the moonlight, the wounded vampire spoke gently, word by word:
"Don't hit the woman."

Denver's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

The next second, Losang II abandoned his last shred of reason, bared his sharp, cold fangs, and pounced without hindrance or regret...

His source of life.

Fresh blood enters the mouth.

Very good, a formidable super-level expert.

The assassin thought silently.

Sweet.

tasty.

Refreshing.

Hot.

Full of energy.