Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"This is Sheriu's help; he makes you stronger. You will lose control of this blood in a few minutes; it will be recognized as the bodily waste we discard and become the 'blood of the gods' of vampires."

"Thank you, I've lost interest in this power. Let's go back; Beatrice must be going crazy by now."

"Nia".

"Okay!"

The tentacles that plunged into the water transformed into conduits, sucking the blood dry from the pool. Nia's body showed no signs of swelling. To Lyle's bewilderment, Nia patted his head.

"You idiot Lyle, how can you possibly get full by eating yourself?"

Lyle shrugged and walked out of Loshutter's restaurant, past the dark red, dirty floor.

The dim candlelight cast his distorted shadow on the stone wall, turning it into a terrifying omen.

“Although my power is enough to break the seal, and Beatrice will regain her power after drinking my blood due to the power of the blood of the gods, the two of us are too weak. We need outside help. The Ring of Andrei does not belong to its own power, and its means of communication are still sealed.”

"If it were someone as powerful as Mr. Raymond, they would definitely be able to break this seal. But if we want to summon Andrei's powerful reinforcements, we must first break the seal. Suddenly, it seems that restoring our power is not very useful."

Just as Lyle was thinking that nothing was more practical than going back to be Beatrice's blood bag, Nia's tentacles suddenly smashed the window, sending flying wood chips, deformed iron frames, and shattered glass crashing to the ground.

"Nia, this is the Vampire Castle, not Naslan Castle or Andre Academy! Can you please keep your voice down!"

Nia shrank back as Lyle scolded her, clinging to his head. Her tentacles cautiously pointed to the sky outside the breach, and she said weakly, "Nia didn't do anything wrong. Grape, grape is outside."

Grapes? Lyle looked out at the night sky through the gap. Under the blood moon, a small black shadow was flapping its wings, hovering around like a moth.

Although Lyle didn't know how Nia could distinguish grapes from ordinary bats, looking at the small black voice, Lyle could only hope for the best.

"Grape, come down, come down quickly."

The black bat did not obey Lyle's words, or perhaps it did not understand them. It hovered uneasily in the air, its terrified little eyes staring at Nia's tentacles.

As a magical creature, the light bat was also affected by the seal. It lost its ability to glow and its intelligence, and turned into the original form of an ordinary bat. Fortunately, Grape had the special black color of a light bat, so the patrolling vampires let it in as an ordinary bat.

“Nia, retract your tentacles, she is afraid of you.”

Nia huffed in grievance, shrinking completely back into Lyle's shadow. "You bad guy, you clearly ate Nia's fresh cheese."

With the obvious and terrifying threat eliminated, the little bat became noticeably more active. After confirming that Lyle was merely observing, Grape moved from the corner of the hole to the windowsill, stopping less than half a meter away from Lyle. It scratched its head with its front paws while staring at Lyle with its small eyes.

The seal didn't erase Grape's memories; she must still remember Lyle, but the bat's brain couldn't help her understand. Confused, she followed the familiar scent and arrived before Lyle.

Lyle smiled. "Kevin, you always manage to surprise me."

To appear in the right place at the right time—it was simply fate's arrangement. This man had been blessed by Lady Luck.

Grapes are a key, a fulcrum, a lever that can change the entire situation.

Lyle needs to catch her.

This was no easy task; those little wings were far more agile than his own hands, and even the most docile wild animals possess instincts far stronger than humans. Lyle was in trouble; how could he catch Grape without harming her?

Grape's simple head-scratching gesture sparked a flash of inspiration in Lyle.

The lightbats are part of Andre Academy; they are professionals and among the most polite and intelligent beings in Andre. No offense intended, but Andre liches do indeed represent the lower bounds of the entire academy. These polite little creatures, even if they have lost their former wisdom and humility, will have their manners ingrained in their very being, like muscle memory.

So Lyle bowed to the grapes.

“Come on, little one, respond to me, as you always have, and show Andrei the most elegant manners.”

As Lyle waited expectantly, Grape was stunned for a moment, then fully spread her right wing, placed her left paw on her lower abdomen, and slowly lowered her little head. Grape followed her memory and gave a perfect bow.

While she was bowing, Lyle suddenly rushed over, grabbed the grape, and held her in Lyle's palm like a corn cob, her eyes filled with fear, screaming incessantly.

"I am the glorious Andrei Lich, Grape." Grabbing Grape's hind paw, Lyle artificially hung Grape upside down, and amidst the violent flapping of his wings, he removed his Andrei Ring.

"I must apologize to you, dear Grape, for both my rudeness just now and what I am about to do."

"The first time I ever gave a living creature a psychological suggestion was actually to my friend."

"And it's controlled by the fear of an ominous sign."

"Sorry, Grape."

The wriggling tentacles climbed back up Lyle's shoulder, and a deep shadow gathered on Lyle, completely swallowing the light of the moonlight and candlelight.

Grape stared in horror at those eyes filled with malice and fear.

"Fear descends."

Chapter 465 Bloodsucking

"Go, Grape, go find Kevin." Lyle watched the little guy fly away quickly, his flight path swaying as if he could crash at any moment, but his speed was incredibly fast, more like he was fleeing a disaster.

The power of the ominous sign, the control of fear, was still too strong for Grape. While mental shocks have a greater effect on creatures with more complex brain structures, fear, as the earliest negative emotion mastered by life, has a detrimental effect on all living things. During the spell's casting, Lyle worried that Grape might succumb to fear and die suddenly, so he chose the minimum output to carry the information. Fortunately, she survived. The swaying carrier of hope disappeared from Lyle's sight, and Lyle finally felt relieved. Kevin's luck would definitely bring Grape into his hands; at the very least, it would get my message across.

A frail figure moved forward in the darkness. Lyle needed to go back, Beatrice needed her own blood.

As they walked back, the howling of the Blood Servant remained piercing, and the night in the vampire castle seemed to stand still.

Lyle returned to the door he had closed himself; it remained exactly as it had been, perfectly intact from this angle.

The creaking of the door hinges echoed in the empty room, which remained unchanged. The candlesticks were overturned, the lights were out, and only the single open window cast a hazy moonlight on the floor. A cold wind blew the blood-red curtains, making them sway in the air, much like the ghosts of Naslan.

Beatrice was no longer in his sight; had she left?

Lyle looked at the back of the door; the horrific claw marks had completely obliterated the original patterns. The resistance he felt when pushing the door open was caused by large wood chips stuck in the crack. Lyle hadn't gone to the wrong room; this was indeed his and Beatrice's room.

But Lyle didn't see Beatrice. Perhaps she had succumbed to hunger and thirst and gone out to find food. Approaching the open window, which might be the exit, Lyle searched for any trace of Beatrice's departure.

Ralph had taught him a little about tracking techniques, but Lyle's eyesight wasn't as sharp as it was for marks hidden on the ground and buildings. This had greatly displeased Ralph. "You can find bruises hidden in age spots! You can't even see such obvious shoe prints! Lyle, you're so good! You're so good!" In this situation, could Lyle say he couldn't see them? He could only silently endure Ralph's gaze and pretend he was blind.

Nia's tentacles groped along the window frame for a moment, and Lyle, following his previous training, also searched carefully.

A moment later.

Amidst the ominous, sinister laughter and Nia's questioning gaze, Lyle gave up.

"It's not that I'm blind, I really didn't see any trace! Not a scratch from a fingernail, not a trace of magic, not even a scent! I have no idea how Beatrice got out, there's absolutely no indication that she escaped through this window!"

The scent of Beatrice's roses remained strong throughout the room, but once outside the window, perhaps due to air movement, the fragrance quickly dissipated. This indicated that Beatrice hadn't been gone for very long.

Or perhaps, they never left at all.

Nia's tentacles no longer groped for the windowsill, but instead followed the scent, pointing to the place where the rose fragrance was strongest.

Under the moonlight, Lyle rested his right hand on the windowsill, his surrounding tentacles pointing straight upwards.

He slowly raised his head and met her gaze.

On the ceiling, a gigantic humanoid monster, encased in bat wings, hung suspended in the air. She was about two meters tall, her emaciated body seemingly elongated, her large bones covered by a layer of skin. Her withered figure, devoid of any excess flesh, looked extremely frail. Lyle wouldn't forget Beatrice's monstrous strength; those once beautiful blood-red eyes now appeared blunt and wild, staring at him with intense emotion. That pure hunger sent chills down Lyle's spine.

"Ahem, actually, your vampire form is quite handsome."

Perhaps she understood Lyle's words, deciphered the sarcasm in them, and was enraged. With a piercing shriek, Beatrice pounced. In mid-air, Lyle saw Beatrice's exposed fangs and claws, gleaming like steel nails.

Tentacles surged and tangled with the enraged vampire.

"Nia, let go, Beatrice needs my blood."

Nia was wrestling with Beatrice, who was screaming wildly. After gaining a slight advantage, Nia reminded Lyle.

"Really? It will hurt a lot!" Nia left a little space for Lyle to examine Beatrice's sharp teeth. The fully exposed fangs were ten centimeters long, like two sharp daggers. Any tentacles that came near were cut open like tofu, although the tentacles that were split in two became two separate tentacles.

Lyle took a breath. Was that really something a human could withstand? Those two teeth felt like they could bite right through his neck.

"Come on, I'm ready."

The tentacles protecting Lyle instantly dispersed, and before Lyle could even react, what was embracing him had transformed from tentacles into bat wings. Her head was raised high, and her sharp teeth magnified in Lyle's eyes.

This kiss was absolutely unforgettable.

"Beatles, please be gentle... Holy crap!"

A flower of blood bloomed on Lyle's chest. The intense pain caused Lyle to scream, and his tentacles twitched along with his master, like a half-dead fish that had been gutted by an osprey.

Unforgettable, truly unforgettable. Beatrice's bloodsucking was far more realistic than any neck-kissing. Her teeth bit into Lyle's left collarbone, plunging diagonally downwards into his chest cavity. The collarbone shattered in 0.2 seconds; under Beatrice's powerful bite, bone fragments pierced flesh, causing massive bleeding that sprayed onto Lyle's jaw. Beatrice's teeth eventually pierced Lyle's carotid artery, three centimeters from the top of his heart. The upper left chest caved in, the pressure causing blood to gush out and enter Beatrice's mouth.

Like squeezed juice, Beatrice wrapped her arms around Lyle's chest, creating continuous pressure that would drain seventy percent of Lyle's blood in just twenty seconds before his heart failed. Then Beatrice would spend a minute and a half extracting the remaining blood from his already dead and desiccated body.

The extraction process is more complicated than the squeezing process.

But Beatrice was surprised to find that this body, this heart, was exceptionally strong. Beatrice could feel the powerful heartbeat through her teeth, the pumping pressure had not weakened at all, and the sweet blood had not diminished, as if she were biting through not a human worth four thousand milliliters, but an inexhaustible sea of ​​blood.

The constant pleasure made Beatrice's movements much gentler. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and she felt the sweetness that spontaneously emerged from the tip of her fangs. Her ferocious expression gradually softened.

Flesh and blood reformed, broken bones were pieced back together, and the sunken chest cavity was restored, except for the two teeth that remained embedded in the flesh, and Beatrice, fast asleep nestled against Lyle's chest. Even in her sleep, her bloodsucking did not cease.

Lyle finally recovered from his pain and looked at Beatrice, who was innocent and carefree in his arms. Her vampire-transformed form had ripped her clothes, and her pale skin was the same color as the moonlight. Lyle tore off a red curtain and covered her with it, watching her sleep. Her eyes and brows revealed the same tranquility and holiness as Ariana's.

"If anyone ever tells me that being sucked blood can produce pleasure comparable to intercourse, I'll stab them right now."

The fear of life slipping away and the weakness of a depleted body felt like slapping death in the face while greeting it.

Chapter 466 The Legion of the Fallen

Beatrice's sleep lasted less than thirty minutes. When she awoke, her body was already entangled with Lyle's. By the windowsill, Nia's tentacles twisted and coiled, forming a unique mattress. Her vampire fangs were long gone, and her shrunken teeth had reverted to the cute canines on Beatrice's smooth gums.

Her head remained nestled in Lyle's arms, listening to his alluring heartbeat through their skin. With a seductive sigh, her arms wrapped around Lyle's neck.

“I didn’t originally intend to change how I address you, Lyle. But my sister is right, some things are much easier to accept than to resist.”

"I……"

Bright red lips sealed Lyle's mouth, and Lyle could taste his own blood on them. Beatrice's movements were fierce, and the suffocating sensation even reminded Lyle of the pain he had felt from drinking blood earlier. When Lyle came to his senses, he saw that face in the moonlight, looking down at him with a captivating and alluring charm, yet also filled with arrogance and wildness.

“I take back what I said before. I’m joining this game of food. Don’t speak, just listen to me, Lyle. Don’t feel guilty towards me or Ariana. Naslan’s daughter is far more terrifying than you think. We will get what we want, and this desire is as important as the bond between us sisters. I don’t care how you feel about me, Lyle. You are my first prey. All you need to do is be fed to me and accept my favor.” Beatrice grinned wickedly, her hand sliding down Lyle’s face. “That blockhead Anna, it’s so easy for her to get you. How amusing. I left my mark on you before she did.”

A cool hand began on Beatrice's forehead, gliding past the corner of her eye, down her cheek, to her jaw, and down her neck. Beatrice's eyes slowly narrowed, a blissful smile spreading across her face, before abruptly stopping. Her hand rubbed against Lyle's collarbone, searching for something.

"Where are my teeth marks?!"

Lyle swallowed hard.

"If you consider the teeth marks left by sucking blood as a mark, I can only tell you that the wound has healed on its own."

Beatrice's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. She gripped Lyle's shoulders tightly with both hands and slowly leaned down, letting Lyle see her sinister eyes. "Hehehehe, no mark? Then I'll bite again until I leave a mark!"

"No! It hurts so much!!!"