The tent flap opened and a young man walked in. He looked at everyone inside with piercing eyes, nodded his head in satisfaction. "It's still more comfortable in a cool place, and there are so many delicious things to eat."

  "Who let you in? Get out!" A noble shouted at him, seeing the commoner's clothes on his body. "What about the guards outside?"

  This young man didn't seem to be angry at all, and even smiled, saying "I'm hungry, so I came in to eat something." His face was so delicate that it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or girl, and this smile made him look even more beautiful, with a hint of evil charm. Everyone seemed to be shocked by the strange charm of his face, including the noble who had been shouting.

  His Majesty the Emperor, still feeling a bit down for not having understood the joke just now, upon seeing this young man's commoner attire, hastily waved his hand and said: "Don't chase him away, quickly bring some food over to feed this hungry commoner until he's full."

  The young man nodded, and again showed a very charming smile to the emperor, saying: "Thank you, don't bother, I'll do it myself." His smile made men feel beautiful and seductive, while women felt elegant and lovely. His shining eyes scanned the room, and he walked straight to the middle of the prime minister and his niece, sitting down between them. Due to the emperor's just displayed generosity and the young man's strange charm, no one rebuked him for this sudden rudeness.

  The young man completely ignored the prime minister beside him and only stared at his niece, Anastasia, smiling and saying: "Miss, you're really beautiful." Miss Elne looked a bit embarrassed at the very handsome young man in front of her, especially those pitch-black eyes that seemed to have a mysterious charm that could capture one's soul. She felt like her own consciousness was slowly sinking into them, as if they were an endless black sea.

  The young man, who was very hungry, did not show any interest in the exquisite delicacies on the table, but instead reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, bringing his mouth close to her neck. This elegant movement looked like a loving couple's intimate gesture. Unconsciously, a dizzying atmosphere spread throughout the tent, as if everyone was captivated by this beautiful scene, and surprisingly, no one tried to stop it.

  The noble lady seemed to be immersed in this gentle embrace as well, her expression showing complete intoxication and sweetness. However, the fleeting enchanting blush on her face quickly disappeared, replaced by a pale complexion that was almost transparent. The young man's mouth also flowed with fresh blood, which slowly slid down the noble lady's pale chest.

  The young man loosened his grip, raised his head and closed his eyes, letting out a trembling moan with his mouth stained bright red with blood: "How many years has it been? I'm really afraid that I've already forgotten this feeling. The blood of a virgin... is more beautiful than anything else in the world." He was filled with a sense of satisfaction mixed with sadness and desolation, while the noble lady slowly fell to the ground, her pale white face still full of intoxicating romance, an expression of enjoying the beauty of dying for love to the extreme.

  The scene looked like a pair of lovers' tragic double suicide, but what filled the tent was hysterical screaming. The prime minister next to him jumped up and shouted: "Guards, guards!"

  The young man glanced at the fat nobleman with apparent discontent for ruining the atmosphere, then he too turned around and shouted: "Guards!"

  The tent flap opened, but it wasn't the guards from outside who entered. Instead, two skeletal warriors strode in. The weapons in their bony hands and the tattered armor on their bodies were all stained with blood. One of the skeletons even grasped a human skull in its hand, which belonged to one of the original guards who had been stationed outside. As the heavy flap was lifted, a strange noise from outside also drifted in, punctuated by the sound of crunching bones and a faint "crack" sound.

  "There's only my guards here, so please refrain from shouting. The craftsmanship of these undead skulls is quite impressive, they must be early works of the Necromancer's Guild." The young man's smile was still as captivating as ever, he stuck out his blood-red tongue to lick the fresh blood on his lips, revealing sharp fangs. He stood up and bowed to the pale crowd, "Allow me to introduce myself properly, I am a descendant of the glorious vampire family of Dracula, Viscount Degar."

  The pot in the tent has already exploded, and all the envoys of various countries and some noble ministers have stood up and run out. Only the Prime Minister and a few ministers still remember to lean towards the Emperor who has been frightened into paralysis.

  The self-proclaimed vampire of Degaol waved his hand in the air, and with an elegant gesture, several magical symbols suddenly appeared in the air before immediately dissipating. He called out softly, as if beckoning a child: "Sit down." Everyone standing or running immediately fell to the ground with a thud.

  Stun magic isn't some profound magic, but it can produce a group effect, and with just a flick of the wrist, a large number of people are left unable to move. This level of magic is among the top in the Magic Academy.

  "Don't panic, everyone. Look, I've used such a large-scale hypnosis technique, and now I'm hungry again..." The vampire slowly walked up to the collapsed Countess and wrapped his arms around her, biting into her neck in one swift motion. Amidst the sucking sounds, many people inside the tent had already begun screaming and crying.

  "Don't cry out, I hate such an unpleasant sound." Degar sucked in the blood and raised his head, his voice elegant and clear, like a refined gentleman scolding a commoner. He snapped his fingers, and a giant three-headed dog ran into the tent at once.

  The three-headed dog was still devouring human limbs in its two huge mouths. The vampire pointed a finger, and the three-headed dog immediately dragged out one of the ministers who cried the loudest, followed by a blood-curdling scream that no longer sounded like it came from a human throat. This sound made many people's pants wet instantly, many people shouted like mad, and even more people vomited.

  "Whoever makes that disgusting noise again, I'll have him quieted in the dog's belly." The vampire's voice was not loud amidst the din and wailing, but the tent immediately fell silent.

  Two skulls holding still-bleeding weapons stood guard at the entrance of the tent, while on the ground lay two pale corpses drained of blood. A handsome young man with an evil aura stood in the center, his mouth full of fresh blood, gazing at the people cowering in extreme terror with a hungry gaze. The scene was eerily silent, with fear permeating every pore of everyone's skin, even the sunlight filtering through the window seemed ominous. This group of nobles and aristocrats, once proud and dignified, were now trembling like rabbits before a beast, their faces twisted in terror, tears and snot streaming down their distorted faces. Many had already vomited, but they pressed their mouths tightly to the ground, trying to stifle the sounds they made. The air was filled with the stench of feces and urine, a stark contrast to the grandeur that once occupied this space.

  "Get out, you evil thing." Finally, a brave minister on the ground suddenly pulled out a cross from his bosom and resisted with all his might as he threw it at Degar with full force.

  But the vampire nonchalantly stretched out his hand, and the cross was already grasped in his slender white hand. He lightly kissed the image engraved on it with his blood-stained mouth, leaving two bloody marks on the head of the golden carving, softly sighing: "Great Heavenly Father, letting such foolish things worship You, don't You feel sad?"

  Dega held the cross in his hand and walked up to the brave thrower, squatting down, placing the cross on his chest, and asked softly: "Do you think this thing carved with gold and jewels can protect you?"

  The minister trembled, having already used up all his strength and courage. As the vampire sauntered up to him, its blood-stained mouth hovering above his head, he was consumed by despair, unable to muster even the energy to control his bodily functions, let alone speak. Overwhelmed by extreme terror, his spirit was quickly pushed beyond its limits, causing the muscles on his face to twitch and contort, ultimately twisting into a grotesquely distorted smile that emitted a sound more chilling than a scream.

  Degar looked at the man who had gone mad, shaking his head in disgust and let out a sigh of annoyance. He didn't open his mouth to bite, this ugly madman probably made him lose all appetite, he raised the cross in his hand and stabbed it down. The minister let out a miserable cry mixed with wailing, blood gushed out from his belly, the entire cross and even the vampire's hand had been completely inserted into his body.

  Degar didn't stop there, he played with the minister's belly like a child playing with something, using the cross to dig and stir here and there, occasionally exerting force to scoop out some colorful things.

  The minister was yelling, this wasn't an immediately fatal wound, his hands and feet could only flail about like a frog being dissected, not even struggling.

  The smell of feces and urine in the tent had intensified several times, and the whimpering sounds made by the nobles who were suffocating with fear sounded like dying dogs.

  Degar finally played enough, took out the bloody cross and put it on the minister's forehead, continuing to say in that gentle voice: "Now, pray to him."

  The cross sank into his scalp under the vampire's force. The minister's cries grew more and more shrill, finally stopping completely with a crisp 'crack'.

  Degar stood up, holding the cross in his hand that was full of blood and other white things, and shouted loudly with a commanding voice like a believer showing a holy vessel: "Everyone look here."

  Almost everyone had to lift their heads, thorough fear and despair had worn out their will and thoughts completely.

  The vampire looked around with satisfaction at the crowd trembling and whimpering on the ground, looking up at him in despair like a rat in a sewer. They were not just his food, but also his toys, insects for him to slaughter at will.

  "You see, it won't come to save you." The monster's voice was like a hymn, its beautiful and eerie face was solemn, and even its words carried the flavor of gospel: "Here, there can be no other god but me."

  "Ah... you may wonder, why I appear in this place, and come to dine on you?" The vampire looked around, savoring the feeling of being a master. "Actually, I'm not quite sure either, nor do I know who it was that saved me from becoming dust and brought me back to life, or helped prepare this sumptuous feast and those suitable underlings for me. Judging by your attire, you all seem to be royalty from some country or other? This is truly a debt of gratitude owed to the friend who arranged things so well for me. In order not to disappoint his careful arrangements, I plan to select a few of you out, and let you have the great honor of becoming my underlings. This should also be in line with the intentions of that meticulous friend of mine, who must know that our selection is very particular. After all, vampires are incomparably refined, incomparably beautiful. If one's bloodline isn't noble enough, or their status isn't lofty enough, they don't have the qualifications to join this line of work."

  Degar glanced around, his eyes finally falling on Grefenhart the Seventeenth. "Ah, yes, the first one is this kind-hearted emperor, I suppose. Although you don't quite meet my aesthetic standards, considering your noble bloodline and courtesy earlier, I'll grant you this reward."

  Degar slowly walked towards Grefenhart the Seventeenth, the young emperor's face was ashen, it was unknown whether he still remembered his identity as an emperor, even under extreme fear, he didn't look particularly disheveled, at least not to the point of wetting himself.

  Suddenly, a man beside the emperor jumped up and grabbed a large plate from the table, slamming it down on Degar's head. Degar, completely unguarded, was hit squarely, his body tilting to one side as he stumbled.

  The vampire steadied himself, and the spot where he was hit by the plate actually caved in a small chunk. The plate was for roasted meat, very large and heavy, and when thrown out due to fear, it used all its might.

  Everyone in the tent looked at this bold and daring attacker, with a look of terror on their faces but also couldn't hide that kind of fresh and natural beauty, it was surprisingly Kris who had been sitting next to the Emperor.

  She had also been kidnapped before and was considered someone who had witnessed bloody scenes, but she wasn't completely intimidated. For some reason, she seemed to be unaffected by the vampire's slowing spell, although her face was pale and her body was trembling, she still mustered up the courage to pick up a sword from somewhere and block it in front of the emperor.

  His hand lightly brushed against her forehead, and the indentation disappeared immediately. He looked at Chris, his eyes full of surprise and admiration without a hint of anger. "I haven't seen such a beautiful lady for a long time. Why can you break free from my sluggish spell?" His beautiful eyes flashed with a mesmerizing gaze that enveloped Chris. "You're too beautiful. It's decided, I'll make you my woman."

  Kris met his intense gaze for a moment, but immediately snapped back to attention, revealing a frightened expression as she retreated backward.

  The vampire's form flashed and immediately appeared in front of Chris, grabbing her hands and embracing her with a graceful dance-like movement. She didn't even have time to react before she was completely immobilized.

  "But your move is really unimpressive, who do you think you can take down with that? The timing of your attack is also off, at least you should have waited until I went to bite that young emperor when he was completely unguarded... Never mind, we'll have plenty of time in the future, hundreds, thousands of years of intimate moments... I'll teach you slowly..."

  Chris was transfixed by his dazzling, captivating eyes, and finally showed a dazed expression just like the noble lady earlier. The handsome and charming vampire wrapped his arms around her, gently placing his mouth on her slender white neck as if to kiss his lover. Her delicate skin had already sunk in under those sharp fangs.

  At this moment, another person beside the vampire suddenly jumped up, and a short sword in his hand stabbed into the vampire's head.

  This person was originally lying on the ground, with his head and face buried in the ground, seemingly completely subjugated by the monster's momentum and tyranny, like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered, not daring to move. But this sudden burst of energy immediately resulted in a successful strike.

  Cheetahs only show their shapes and sharp teeth at the best time. The most critical thing in an attack is not strength, but timing, and ruthlessness, requiring a fatal blow.

  This person has a great sense of timing for attacks and his hands are absolutely ruthless.

  The short sword had already completely entered Degar's brain and came out from the other side, but he didn't stop because of this. Instead, with both hands, he continued to push the hilt forward violently, using all his strength as if he wanted to stuff the hilt into the skull together.

  Degaar was knocked flying sideways by the fierce blow and crashed into the thick tent.

  This man hadn't given up yet, releasing the hilt of his sword and immediately turning around to kick off a short table's leg with one foot. He picked up the table leg, grasped the sharp end, and charged towards Degar. With a "whooshing" sound, the table leg pierced through the vampire's chest and protruded from his back, pinning him to the tent.

  Everyone on the ground was still shaking and hadn't had time to react, this person had already completed this set of lightning-fast attacks. The devil who was just full of energy and seemed to be the master of the world now hung on the wall of the tent like a specimen.

  The magnificent savior who had just completed the attack let out a few deep breaths, bent down and picked up Chris. Chris woke up from her daze and immediately buried her face in his chest, sobbing: "Sister."

  Xiaoyi hugged Kris and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay. The monster is dead." Her face turned red for a moment, then pale again, revealing weakness from overexertion and extreme tension.

  It was just her secretly using the dispel spell on Chris, allowing her to get up and attract the vampire. Of course, this 'secretly' also included Chris herself, who didn't even understand why she could suddenly move again.

  This was a gamble fraught with peril. Chris might be too scared to get up, or she might realize that her dispelling magic had left some kind of residue behind. The vampire could kill Chris as easily as swatting a fly, and he would likely become even more alert if his spell failed, searching for the person who had dispelled it - in which case both sisters would be dead meat immediately.

  But there's no choice but to gamble. There is no one else in the tent with any fighting strength, the only hope and opportunity lies in creating it yourself, grasping it yourself.

  Even a small team of priests and mages specializing in dealing with ordinary undead monsters would never be a match for a vampire that could appear in broad daylight. The only way to win was to bet on the monster's complacency, bet that it would take an interest in Chris' beauty and come over, revealing its weakness.

  She knew in her heart that the chances of winning were only two layers at most. But if she didn't gamble, there wouldn't even be those two layers.

  She staked the chance of two layers on the possibility that she and her sister would be brutally murdered by monsters. Her heart was already tense to the limit, relying solely on willpower and perseverance, and only at the most critical and most appropriate moment did she burst out all her strength and fear together.

  But she finally gambled successfully and finally gambled out an opportunity. Although extremely tired, she also wanted to cheer for her own good luck a little.

  A round of applause erupted. A very forceful applause, indicating that the applauders also greatly admired and appreciated this attack.

  Xiao Yi looked up to see who was appreciating her actions. After all, it wasn't easy for someone to be in the mood to applaud at a time like this. But she soon discovered that no one was clapping, and everyone was still lying on the ground under the influence of the spell. The two skulls were still standing quietly at the entrance of the tent.

  The vampire who was pierced through and hung on the tent was applauding. He nodded repeatedly, with the hilt of the short sword still on his forehead, looking like a ridiculous headgear swaying along with his head. The vampire's face still had that enchanting smile, but his voice was full of admiration: "Great... Great..."

  Xiao Yi turned back, and the surprise and shock only stayed on her face for a moment. The next moment she immediately raised her hand, closed her eyes, and chanted incantations. A fierce flame burst out from under Degar's feet, and the golden light instantly engulfed his figure.

  The intermediate magic 'Wall of Flames' is the most powerful attack magic she can use. Moreover, after eating the leaves of the World Tree, her magical power has made a breakthrough, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to be unscathed in this magic, which makes her very confident.

  Unfortunately, however, what was burned could not be considered a 'person'. The figure in the flames raised its hand and made a simple gesture, and the flames immediately dispersed, disappearing even more suddenly than they had appeared, leaving behind only white mist and a large hole in the tent.

  Xiao Yi's face turned even paler. This was using a water-based spell of the same level, "Thunderous Frost", to neutralize the flames, but the casual and effortless way he did it, with just the right amount of magical strength, already made their levels obvious. The difference in their magical abilities was at least two tiers apart.

  Deigar pulled the short sword out of his own head with one hand, and threw away the already half-burned table leg on his chest with the other. His clothes had been completely burned off by the high temperature of the magical flames, and many parts of his skin were also charred. He gently brushed off the blackened skin as if it were dust stuck to his body, and immediately, snow-white new skin appeared underneath. The wounds on his chest and head that had been pierced through were completely gone. He was clad in a snowy white complexion, with an enchanting smile on his face, looking like an absolute beauty who had just stepped out of the bath.

  Xiao Yi's face had already turned pale. She knew she had indeed gambled and won the opportunity, but lost in her judgment. No matter how good the opportunity was, she simply didn't have the ability to kill such a monster.

  Dega just walked over naked and continued to applaud, as if he couldn't express his heartfelt admiration otherwise.

  "If it's a low-level vampire, that would be the second time I've died. I didn't expect a beautiful noble lady to use a spell like Flame Wall, and also be able to quietly dispel Slow Magic on her own - such magical prowess is rare indeed. Not only that, but she was able to endure until then before making her move, and when she did, it was so thorough and ruthless... although I felt numb from not having fought in a long time, the fact that she was able to attack me is truly impressive. Intelligent and brave, such an amazing beautiful woman... sigh, what a pity. If we were in different circumstances, if I had discovered you earlier, I would have definitely pursued you, given half of my magical power to you, and made you my new bride."

  With a sorrowful sigh, Degar's face showed the pained expression of a romantic young man who had just seen a beautiful woman on the verge of death. "The 'Vampire's Kiss' I carefully prepared was also interrupted by you, and to be honest, I don't have the confidence to use my charm to control such a formidable woman as yourself..." He sorrowfully revealed his fangs. "So now, all I can say is... may I ask, will you let me eat you?"