Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Alman explained, perhaps it was a habit left over from the past, he unconsciously put on an arrogant attitude - compared with low-level vampires like Kingsley, or even Baron Fisher, Alman's bloodline was overwhelmingly powerful.

Among vampires, the strength of one's bloodline determines one's status.

"Direct bloodline?"

"It's a vampire individual that is assimilated through one's own blood. It's somewhat different from the 'bloodline' of humans."

Yarman explained.

For vampires, blood is the foundation of their existence, and their blood can even assimilate a creature from another race into the vampire clan under certain circumstances. The stronger the bloodline, the more powerful the vampire can bestow upon the assimilated being. However, this act of assimilation itself will also consume a portion of their own blood, so vampires will not do this easily unless they want some "confidants" - vampires with the same bloodline are more likely to develop a strong relationship of obedience.

Aisha glanced at Alman.

"In other words, you can be considered a branch of your leader's bloodline?"

"Yes."

"I see. However, it seems that the loyalty of the bloodline branch is only this much."

Alman was speechless.

Elsa continued, "So, the first vampire in the world is your 'ancestor'. Strictly speaking, then, all of you vampires are considered branches of the 'ancestor's' bloodline?"

"Yes, all of us vampires are longing for the 'bloodline of the original ancestor' and waiting for the arrival of the 'original ancestor'."

Of course, the "ancestor" in terms of blood relationship is a different concept from the "ancestor" in the sense of blood power.

But one thing that surprised Elsa was that all vampires seemed very eager to become the "Original Ancestor", or in other words, they all longed to have their bloodline return to its original state, that is, the blood of the Ancestor. This desire has completely transcended the word "desire" in the popular sense and has become a kind of obsession unique to vampires, as if it were a brand engraved deep in the souls of all vampires, and all vampires are moving towards that direction intentionally or unintentionally.

The only exception to this vampire that Elsa had ever seen was Charlie.

At this time, Kingsley also led everyone into the castle, but was stopped by the guards here before he met the baron.

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359. Forced startup

Baron Fisher's castle was very large, but it was poorly maintained. Weeds grew everywhere, and the solid and thick foundation of the city wall was exposed. Some kind of plant similar to ivy covered the walls of the castle, and the roof was covered with withered short grass. Next to it was a tall tower. The wall was built of solid schist stones with thick and wide cracks spreading from the middle. The shaky iron fence separated the castle from other places in the territory, making the castle as a whole lean against the cliff, overlooking this small territory from a high position on the dangerous place.

At first glance, one can't help but feel that no one has lived here for many years. Just standing in front of the black iron gate of the castle, one can feel the eerie feeling coming towards you.

Completely different from the military fortresses prevalent throughout the empire, Baron Fisher's castle is a typical gloomy-style building that vampires are accustomed to. Rather than military use, it seems to focus more on showing the identity and status of its owner - a vampire.

The guards here are also vampires. They seem to enjoy the atmosphere here, or rather, enjoy the status brought to them by everything this castle represents.

"Everyone, let me take this... I know how to meet the Baron..."

Kingsley said respectfully to Elsa, then took the initiative to walk up to the guard.

"Kingsley? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you for a few days. What happened to your hand?"

The guard tilted his head slightly to greet Kingsley.

"Nothing, just a minor injury..." Kingsley winked at the guard, which made the guard confused. Kingsley stuffed a small bag of money into the guard's pocket and said, "I want to see the Baron... Please inform him for me, I have something important to tell you..."

The guard smiled mischievously, looked at Kingsley and others who looked nervous, then turned his gaze to Elsa, and then smiled meaningfully at Kingsley.

"The women today are pretty good. I don't know where you found so many women. If I were still human, I would definitely be super jealous of you."

The guard joked, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that Kingsley's face suddenly turned green for some reason.

Elsa glanced at Kingsley. Kingsley's face was stiff and cold sweat was on his forehead. Several other vampires also winked at the guards, but the guards seemed to have no idea about it and looked at them strangely.

"Stop talking and let me in. I really have something important to tell you..."

Kingsley was anxious and angry, but the guard laughed.

"Haha, it's not your first time, what's there to hide? Haven't you had enough women? What? Could it be that you've cheated on her again and that's why you sent her this?"

With every word the guard spoke, Kingsley and the others' faces turned greener.

He curled his lips at Kingsley.

"As much as I want you to come in, unfortunately, the Baron is currently 'resting'—you know, the Baron doesn't like to be disturbed. If you really need something, please come back later."

As he spoke, the guard glanced at Aisha again.

"I believe the Baron will like your gift this time."

Of course, the so-called "rest" naturally refers to sleeping - the lowest-level blood servants only have a lifespan of more than ten years or even a few years, but the more powerful the bloodline, the longer the lifespan. According to legend, the few blood dukes still in the world are all old monsters who have lived for six or seven hundred years. Even elves and dragons can only live to this age.

At this time, Elsa came over, and Kingsley immediately looked bitter when he saw her.

"My Lord, I have tried my best..."

Elsa ignored him and walked straight towards the guards.

She didn't want to continue listening to Kingsley and the guard's nonsense - it would be great if she could just get in easily, but if not, Elsa didn't plan to waste any more time here.

When the guard saw Elsa, he was surprised and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"Hey, stop! This is the Baron's castle. People like you..."

Before he could finish his words, Aisha had already punched him on the chin, and then Kingsley saw the guard fly up, then fall heavily to the ground and lie unconscious.

"Take him with you."

Aisha gave orders to Kingsley. Kingsley's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't dare to disobey.

Everything that happened here immediately attracted the attention of the guards in the castle. Suddenly, a sharp scream resounded throughout the castle. It was a "language" used by low-level vampires to convey information to each other.

Tricia raised her hand slightly and lowered a magical barrier within the castle, isolating all sound waves.

"Someone's trespassing into the castle!"

The guards gathered together. Although they were all vampires, with sharp white tips on their fingertips and fangs at the corners of their mouths, these low-level vampires could not completely use their bodies as indestructible weapons, so they still wore armor like human soldiers and carried swords and spears.

"Sir...the guards have been brought here!"

Kingsley now had a bitter look on his face, caught in a dilemma - he was afraid from the bottom of his heart. He naturally hoped that these guards were more powerful, and he also hoped that the baron would give this woman a hard time, but he was not blind, he could see that this woman was not simple and he was determined to get her.

Sure enough, Kingsley's wish was immediately dashed. As soon as those aggressive guards met, they were knocked to the ground one after another by Elsa's slap and fell into a deep sleep.

"Someone's attacking! Report to the Baron!"

Someone yelled, and then was knocked unconscious by Aisha's punch.

When Kingsley saw this scene, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue - Kingsley had completely given up any thoughts now, because even the most powerful vampire here, their master, Baron Fisher, could not face the siege of so many vampires at the same time and still be so at ease.

"You lead the way."

Aisha said to Kingsley, and Kingsley wanted to see a little effort on Aisha's face, but he was disappointed again.

"This way..."

Kingsley didn't dare say anything more. He took Elsa and the others to the hall and entered the tunnel from the room behind the hall. Kingsley brought a candlestick and, in the flickering candlelight, came to a gloomy, cold and narrow underground space. Blood-red spiders and green centipedes crawled away with tiny sounds, and a group of bats flapped their wings and whizzed past from the depths.

"Wow!--"

Charlie immediately covered her mouth. Tricia waved her hand gently, and these poisonous insects and bats could not get close to her, but Charlie was still scared.

At this time, Elsa saw a stone coffin appear in the center of the basement.

It was a very exquisite sarcophagus, made of a material similar to that of magic crystal. In the flickering candlelight, the sarcophagus shone, faintly revealing a dim blue color.

"Right here..."

Kingsley said, stepping aside.

Elsa looked at the sarcophagus and had a question:

"Why do vampires sleep in coffins?"

"Legend has it that the ancestor of the vampire clan woke up from a coffin. This may be some kind of belief," Tricia explained.

"That's it..."

Elsa grinned with a playful smile, walked straight forward to the side of the coffin, and reached out to pierce the sarcophagus. Kingsley clearly heard a scream from the sarcophagus, and then he saw Elsa pull Baron Fisher out of the broken sarcophagus and throw him to the ground.

Baron Fisher still looked sleepy and confused at this moment.

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360, Come and take the blame

Baron Fisher has not yet come back to his senses from his trance. He felt as if he was still wandering in a sweet dream the previous second, and was awakened by a sudden loud noise the next moment - in such a closed environment inside the coffin, any tiny sound would be amplified several times, let alone poking a hole in the coffin lid?

Baron Fisher felt as if he was covered by a huge bell, and then it struck hard from inside. The shrill sound scared him so much that he almost jumped out of the coffin.

He immediately wanted to curse and beat up every guard, but the next second someone grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the coffin like a carrot. Then he saw that a group of strangers had gathered in his "bedroom" without him noticing.

"His mental power is a bit strange, let's subdue him first."

A woman's voice said.

"Okay, let me do it."

Another woman's voice came closer and said.

Fisher looked up and saw a familiar face among the group of strangers, Kingsley, one of his capable subordinates.

As for everyone else…

Fisher was too lazy to care about it anymore.

He was still asleep one second and was woken up in such a rude way the next. Anyone would be angry, let alone Fisher, a vampire baron. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he was offended like this. Being awakened from his sleep made him sweat all over and ignited his anger.

"How dare you, rude humans, disturb my rest? Use your blood to quench my wrath!"

He roared angrily, and jumped up from the state of crawling on the ground in a completely unreasonable posture, stretching his arms like a bat. His sharp claws brought out a dazzling spark on the ground and walls, illuminating the dark basement. He directly grabbed Elsa, who was closest to him, with one claw, but Elsa easily dodged this extremely fast attack by turning sideways and gently pressing Fisher's head with her backhand.

Before Fisher could be surprised by the speed of Elsa's attack, he felt his head suddenly sink, and with a bang, Fisher's entire head was stuck into the floor.

The violent vibration caused dust to fall in the basement. Kingsley and several of his men's eyelids twitched, and they stared at Baron Fisher who was lying on the ground with wide eyes. At the same time, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was gone - Kingsley could naturally see that Elsa was very powerful, and he didn't think that Baron Fisher could be more powerful than Elsa, but he didn't expect that Baron Fisher could not even withstand a single move from Elsa.

That was Baron Fisher, a powerful man who was unrivaled even among the vampire barons.

At this time, Elsa had already lifted Baron Fisher out from underground by grabbing his neck. His originally neatly combed hair was now in disarray, and his face was scratched by bricks. Fisher's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be still immersed in the shock of being knocked down by a blow. But the moment he saw Elsa, he immediately gathered his strength and prepared to fight back.

But when he raised his hand, he suddenly found that all the magic power in his body had completely disappeared. Fisher Hilton's heart skipped a beat, and he looked terrified. He raised his head and met Elsa's golden eyes.

"It seems you haven't woken up yet?"

As Elsa spoke, she made another hole in the ground with Baron Fisher with a light flip, and then lifted him up. At this time, Fisher's head was almost broken.

"Stop, stop for a moment... Beautiful lady, why are you hitting me? I don't have any grudge against you!"

Baron Fisher's eyes had become much clearer from the trance, and the murderous intent had long disappeared.

Elsa then let him go and casually cast a lighting magic, lighting up the basement like daylight. The sudden bright light made Baron Fisher squint his eyes.

"Nothing else, I came here just to ask you something."

Nothing else? Asking someone? — Then was it really necessary to drag me out and give me a beating? Speaking of which, how did this woman get in? Why didn't the guards come to announce it...

Aisha continued to ask: "Tell me, where is your leader?"

Baron Fisher's eyes widened.

"Chief? You're looking for the chief?"

"Well, and where are the other people in the organization now? Are they carrying out any plans now?"

Fisher looked astonished. "You...what do you know...are you someone sent by the Empire?!"

Before he had time to think about it, Fisher saw Elsa move aside. At this time, Baron Fisher saw Alman who had been standing in the corner. The Alman he saw this time seemed to be a little different, but Baron Fisher did not think about it too much.

"Lord Alman!? You...why are you here..."

Baron Fisher was even more surprised, but some hope also rose in his heart - with Alman around, he seemed to become more confident. Kingsley and others on the other side were even more surprised. They never thought that this man who always nodded and bowed in front of Elsa would have to be called "Sir" by Baron Fisher.

Alman obviously saw deep doubt and a hint of respect in Fisher's eyes, which made Alman narrow his eyes slightly.

It can be seen that in just two months, the clone has met Baron Fisher more than once, which made Alman feel a sense of crisis, because he gradually discovered along the way that his clone seemed to be expanding its influence within the organization. This was very strange, because Alman really couldn't imagine that the leader would hand over these important relationships to him.

But it doesn't matter. After killing his clone, Alman planned to flee the empire and never come back. Naturally, he would not be attached to anything in the organization.

Only then did Alman regain his composure.

"Fisher, I am now obeying the lady in front of you and serving her - so I advise you not to disobey her."