He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

At this point, Festicken paused, then proposed, "Kneel down and pledge allegiance to me, and I can forgive your previous rudeness and lead you to realize your dream of becoming the overlord of vampires."

"is it?"

Dior's expression turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice, "Get up."

"what?"

Festicken didn't understand what he meant.

"Get up from your seat and move your chair under my butt, and I'll spare your life like you've found a fly while eating."

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

Festicken paused for a moment, then asked.

"I don't like to say things a second time."

Dior's voice grew even colder.

Upon hearing this, Festicken's gaze turned cold. "It seems our joyful mealtime is about to end. Kill him."

No sooner had the order been given than Festicen suddenly appeared next to Dio and personally placed a chair under his bottom, as if he were a servant.

"what?!"

Festicen recoiled as if waking from a dream, staring at Dio in shock, while the other five vampire servants looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"You say no, but your body says yes. So that's what kind of person you are!"

Dior smiled and sat down in a chair, propping his legs up on the table. He ordered a waiter beside him, "Pour me a glass of red wine."

"What you think is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a servant suddenly appeared beside Dio, holding a wine bottle and refilling Dio's wine glass.

"what?!"

The servant snapped out of his daze and plopped down on the ground, his expression filled with terror.

"What's wrong with you, Floyd!"

Festicken's eyes were bloodshot as he roared at him.

"I have no idea!"

The vampire named Florian looked bewildered. "I clearly refused to pour him a drink, but as soon as I came to my senses, it was already poured for him."

"So the vampire empire is full of hypocrites?" Dio picked up his wine glass and calmly savored the wine. "This is a 91 vintage. I don't know the brand, but it's mellow and sweet, not bad."

"What exactly did you do!?"

Festicken could no longer maintain his composure; his eyes were filled with fear and terror, and he shouted loudly.

Dior glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, slowly put down his wine glass, and chuckled, "Why are you asking me about your own affairs?"

Do you take us for children?

"Is not it?"

Dior laughed heartily, "You actually dare to ask questions of someone with ill intentions? Isn't that childish behavior?"

"you"

"However, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you all about it!" Dio stood up from his chair, slightly raised his chin, and said in a condescending manner, "Vampires are psychologically the same as humans. When faced with certain things, their bodies will react subconsciously."

For example, wanting to run away when faced with danger.

They want to possess wealth for themselves.

People want to follow those who are strong.

I, Dio, am a born ruler, destined to become the king of the world.

Even if you rationally don't want to carry out my orders, your bodies faithfully obey them.

Is this, is this, is this really possible?

After hearing Dio's words, the five vampire servants were shaken and became suspicious.

Festicken, however, regained his composure.

He lowered his head, the shadow of his bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

But sound is acceptable.

"You're right about one thing."

Festicken's calm yet icy voice sent chills down one's spine, as if a fog had risen in the room.

"For Situ to ask someone with ill intentions for answers is as naive as a child. I was also foolish enough to ask you, the instigator."

At this point, he suddenly raised his head, his scarlet eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "The answer is completely unimportant. As long as you, the instigator, are dead, everything will be fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his claws at Dio.

"boom!"

Festicen's claws stopped a meter from Dio's head, which then exploded like a watermelon.

The five vampire servants were dumbfounded.

"Hmph, this is what happens when you disobey me!"

Dior scoffed dismissively, picked up his wine glass, and continued sipping his wine.

But

"call out!"

The blood that had been sprayed on the ground seemed to come alive as it flew back up to his neck and gathered back into his head.

Festicken's claws swiped down again.

"what!"

Dio looked surprised and curious that Festicone's head could recover completely after it exploded.

He had heard Madam Gao mention it.

The vampires in this world are pitifully weak. Not only are their physical constitutions only slightly stronger than humans, but their regenerative abilities are also no match for the vampires modified by the Stone Mask.

Not only that.

They also have additional weaknesses, such as being afraid of silver, garlic, and stakes, making them extremely weak.

Even those batches enhanced with demon blood were only barely comparable to vampires made from stone demon masks.

Even if a vampire made from a stone mask has its head blown off, it will lose consciousness and its body will have difficulty recovering, even if it doesn't die on the spot.

But Festicken recovered in the blink of an eye.

Did he acquire other powers?

As I pondered this, time stop activated again.

With a single punch, World shattered Festdeken's head once again.

There is no cause, no process, only the result.

No one knew what had happened, except that Festicone's head exploded twice out of thin air as he was about to attack Dio.

The five vampire servants were completely bewildered and almost dumbfounded.

However, Festicken still did not die.

The spilled blood flew back automatically, once again coalescing into a head on the neck.

This time, however, he did not continue to attack. Instead, he quickly retreated, widening the distance between himself and Dio, observing him with suspicion and uncertainty.

Even a fool knows how to learn from his mistakes, let alone him.

Having had his head blown off twice for no apparent reason, even the most stubborn Festicken dared not act recklessly again.

He's not truly immortal.

With the blood given to him by Dracula, he gained greater strength and speed, and also the ability to transform his body into blood and back again, making him virtually impossible to kill.

But this is ultimately borrowed power.

Each time he uses it, a portion of the blood Dracula gave him is consumed, and once it's all used up, he can no longer use it.

"You're not bad!"

Dio praised Festicen and extended an olive branch again, "Although killing you would be easy, you are the only one in the vampire empire that can stand up to me now. It would be a shame to kill you."

I'll give you one more chance.

Kneel down and pledge allegiance to your king, and I may forgive your previous actions.

"Playing tricks!"

Festicken scoffed dismissively.

If he hadn't seen the diverse blood demon techniques of the demon race, he might have been truly intimidated.

But after experiencing it firsthand, he understood.

Many abilities can produce bizarre and strange effects, and if you don't know the information, you can easily create shocking results.

But if you knew the effects of the ability, you would find that it was nothing special.

"Kid, keep being arrogant!"

Festicken uttered a harsh threat, "In two days, Dracula, the progenitor of vampires, will be born. That will be the time when you die."

After saying that, he transformed into a bat and flew away through the window.

Dior did not stop him.

The opponent's ability to freely transform between body and blood was too overpowered. Without a countermeasure, he had no way to kill them.

but

"Dracula?"

Dior smiled.

Whether it's the progenitor of vampires or the Vongola, he will definitely be the ultimate winner.