From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 99 The Terrible Vlad III

He floated slowly in the air, with blood-red energy flowing around his body. Then, in everyone's eyes, it transformed into an exquisite tailcoat, which he then put on!

His narrow eyes scanned his surroundings, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why do I see slaves all around you? Could it be that you've actually given them status?"

The sarcastic words echoed in everyone's ears: "Your plan is to make black slaves who pick cotton and watermelons America's citizens? Abraham Lincoln?"

Upon hearing this, Karel Adams, who had been temporarily chosen as the commander, stepped forward and loudly questioned, "Monster, did you just kill so many old people?"

Black people are politically correct in this country, so of course I can't answer that question. The best thing to do is to change the subject directly.

Upon hearing this, the pale man nodded slightly. "Yes, it's me! I haven't seen such dark souls in a long time, and now there are so many... How delicious!"

"I will definitely enjoy the food you sent!"

As he spoke, he waved to the void.

The next second, the corpses that were parked neatly in the surrounding vehicles turned into torrents of blood, breaking through the steel plates of the vehicles and flowing through the crowd to the monster, all to the astonishment of the onlookers.

Dressed in a tailcoat, he gracefully performed a noble bow to the crowd and said with a smile, "Thank you for bringing us this fresh blood feast. I'm going to dig in now!"

He opened his mouth, and a torrent of blood entered his mouth, completely swallowing the blood of dozens of old people in the utterly astonished gazes of the crowd.

This unbridled behavior instantly enraged everyone present!

He was openly mocking them, brazenly treating their family as "food," which was unacceptable to these old money families who had been arrogant for hundreds of years!
This is a blatant slap in the face, the most outrageous provocation ever!

For them, face is far more important than anything else!

Therefore, Carrel Adams immediately ordered his bodyguards and guards to open fire.

During the Blood Cocoon Time just now, they had completed the battle plan, so everyone was in a relatively safe position, with only the combat personnel surrounding the monster!

"Bang!" The first gunshot was the order to fire.

A dense barrage of gunfire rang in everyone's ears, causing many to immediately cover their ears, including Barron and others.

But they were far enough away that they could still barely see the scene of the battle.

The vampire clearly made no attempt to dodge, simply staring indifferently at the incoming bullets, as if he didn't care at all.

When the bullets landed near him, the others realized the source of his nonchalant attitude.

Two enormous bat wings spread out and swept around his body.

Neither rifle nor machine gun bullets could penetrate his wings, and naturally, they could not attack his body.

But just as this vampire was calmly playing the "bullet-blocking" game with them, someone in the crowd pulled out a silver bullet, loaded it into the gun, and fired it at the monster!

"Bang!" Even amidst the hail of bullets, the bullet's mark and effect were exceptionally noticeable, piercing through his bat wing and striking his body!

"You hit it!" A hint of joy appeared on Karel's face!
They weren't entirely unprepared; in fact, after learning these stories, they had already found ways to restrain vampires in wilderness legends and ancient fables.

Garlic, crosses, and silver weapons and bullets—Irving McDowell's diary also mentions Lincoln bringing silver-plated bullets.

Therefore, these people also used 3D printing technology to quickly manufacture a batch of silver bullets to deal with potential crises.

It seems to be working! These bullets can penetrate the opponent's defenses and directly attack the vampire's body!

Without anyone giving an order, after discovering that the attack was effective, many people switched to their silver bullets and started firing at the vampires.

The silver bullets were indeed very effective. After a burst of fire, the vampire's wings were shattered, and its body plummeted uncontrollably. This excited many people. Just as they had guessed, the monster that seemed incredibly powerful to the ancients was clearly no match for modern weapons and had been defeated.

"Send a team of men to capture him, alive!" Karel said immediately, his heart filled with anticipation and longing.

This is a vampire, a legendary vampire. Even with only one heart left, it can still live for over a hundred years and can even be resurrected with just the flesh and blood of two people. How powerful is that?
If we capture him, wouldn't these people also gain a form of immortality?
"Tsk... Not fun, I'm not playing with you guys anymore!" Just then, a lazy voice rang in their ears.

People in the distance could see that the vampire, which had fallen to the ground, actually rose into the air again the moment it hit the ground!

His bat wings, which had been repaired at some point, were now fluttering in the air, whipping up a blood-red whirlwind.

The bullets that were originally aimed at him slowly stopped in front of him and fell down bit by bit.

"I am Vlad III, Grand Prince of Wallachia!"

"I am the ancestor of the Southern Vampire Clan!"

"My mother is Lilith!"

"My existence is the will of Cain!"

"No one can kill me—not Lincoln, not Pius IX, not Rauscher, and certainly not you!"

"Humans really are getting worse with each generation. Back then, you still had holy water, knights, vampire hunters, and a priesthood of bishops... But now, look at your pathetic weapons! Silver bullets without the blessing of holy light, and you think you can hurt me?"

"Could it be that the black blood of those slaves has entered your veins, making you as stupid as them? No way!"

Vlad III’s words carried a hint of contempt and sarcasm, but the immense pressure he exerted was like a terrifying storm pressing down on everyone’s face!
"Fire!" someone shouted, and many people pulled the trigger, rushing towards the vampire.

But this time, their attack was ineffective. A blood-red barrier blocked their path, rendering their silver bullets, which had just made some progress, futile.

The mere sight of this vampire flying through the air filled many people with fear.

Bullets couldn't do any harm to him at all. Whether it was a powerful anti-materiel sniper rifle or a machine gun that could penetrate two layers of brick walls, they all stopped in front of him.

These people sadly discovered that even the firepower of an entire battalion was insufficient to kill the monster; they could only watch it soar through the sky.

The next second, he swung his arm, and a blood-red blade flashed through the air. More than 200 people clutched their throats and collapsed to the ground.

Their throats were cut open, blood was flowing out, and they were clearly going to die.

To everyone's surprise, all the dead were Black.
“Former slaves are not worthy to stand on the same land as me!” Vlad III said. “I wonder if my old farms can still buy these black slaves to help me pick cotton?”

He appears to have been a slave owner hundreds of years ago and still longs for that life.

Vlad III quickly awoke from his reverie, his arrogant and unrestrained gaze lingering on everyone before him, his furious voice carrying unparalleled penetrating power:

"Come, tell me! Who wants to become an immortal vampire?"

"Who wants to become my kin? I give you this opportunity to fulfill your long-cherished wish!"

"Death does not belong to vampires, immortality is ours!"

"Leave your true names, receive my first embrace, and you will gain eternal life in this world!"

"Offer your loyalty to the great progenitor of the vampires, humans!"

From arrogant intimidation to terrifying slaughter, and then to winning over these people's will, it has to be said that this guy really has the demeanor and ability of a "king", and is not a useless person with empty power!

(End of this chapter)