Twisted Dreams-Chapter 55 - 27: Vampire’s Slaughter

Dozens of bald ninjas lowered their bodies and quickly surrounded the pillar tower with small, swift steps.

Suddenly, a shadow like a large bird rushed up from under the bridge, carrying the still-shocked Master Snake in its arms.

The shadow landed steadily on the cross-sea bridge.

The man was dressed in a black suit, with exposed areas wrapped in white bandages, and his eyes were blood-red.

The scar-faced man looked grave.

He felt the immense power of Qi Blood emanating from this man in the suit!

The Fourth Apostle, Blood Prince, Du Yangming!

As a vampire, how could his Blood Qi Power be weak?

"Hungry . . . . . ."

Du Yangming looked at the approaching ninjas, and his scarlet eyes shone with evil greed.

He had fasted for a long time, never once drinking blood since becoming a vampire.

Du Yangming lived in terrifying hunger every day.

He would rather starve than harm the innocent.

The ninjas before him were full of Qi Blood Power and had been given a kill-on-sight order by their master.

Then . . . it’s time to enjoy a feast!

He suddenly unfurled a pair of bat wings from his back, and a surge of Dark Power erupted!

The ninjas slowed their steps, staring at Du Yangming in horror.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"Wings?!"

"A . . . a vampire!"

"The legendary vampires that dwell in Hell!"

Du Yangming let out a strange howl, his wings stirring as he charged at the ninjas.

What was initially an encirclement turned into a one-sided massacre by Du Yangming.

Blood flowed like a river!

The color and taste of blood further aroused the vampire’s evil nature.

His eyes turned bloodshot with killing frenzy.

The ninjas screamed and fled.

However, their pride in their speed and strength seemed laughable as children before Du Yangming!

Vampires are the true nemesis of humanity!

The scar-faced ninja breathed urgently, taking out a pill from his pocket, ready to swallow it.

"Ah!!!"

To his surprise, Du Yangming broke the scar-faced ninja’s arm!

Carefully, Du Yangming put the pill into his own pocket; this was something his master wanted.

He sinisterly eyed the scar-faced ninja:

"This is what extraordinary is, do you understand? Ant."

The scar-faced ninja’s worldview had already been shattered countless times.

Being a Genetic Warrior was nothing in the face of such a legendary being.

Why does this world have such terrifying creatures!

The scar-faced ninja’s thoughts ceased as he saw his prideful Qi Blood being drained from his body.

He felt very cold as he watched helplessly while all his blood was drawn through his pores into the vampire’s body.

The scar-faced ninja became a desiccated corpse.

Profound information surged into Du Yangming’s mind.

[Spiritual Power Advancement!]

[Spiritual Power: Tier Two!]

[New Talent Acquired: Initial Embrace.]

[Initial Embrace: Consumes Spiritual Power to turn humans into Blood Servants.]

[Blood Servants lack intelligence and thought, with combat power equivalent to ordinary people.]

[The spiritual power consumed during Initial Embrace is permanent.]

[Blood Servants die under sunlight exposure.]

[When a vampire reaches Tier Three, Blood Servants evolve into new vampires, and you become their sire.]

Du Yangming wore a face of pleasure, moaning comfortably as his scarlet eyes shot beams of red light up into the sky.

Master Snake clutched her chest in fear.

In the darkness and mist, Du Yangming’s form was obscured, but those glowing red eyes were especially haunting.

Humans have an instinctual fear when facing vampires.

Is this the Demon Club?

The Demon Club truly lives up to its name, with all its members being demons!

Master Snake looked at Du Yangming, her eyes gradually softening, becoming infatuated.

This woman was drawn to excitement and dangerous men.

With such a person as backing, what was there to fear in the South Sea?

Du Yangming suddenly gazed at Master Snake, asking:

"Do you have other plans for this woman?"

Master Snake was taken aback.

She clearly felt Du Yangming’s killing intent; was he planning to eliminate witnesses?

Master Snake quickly looked towards Suzu.

Suzu sat atop the pillar tower, swinging her legs:

"You can’t eat her; if the master approves, she could become a Junior Member."

Suzu then flashed an evil smile:

"Of course, if the master doesn’t choose her, then she’s yours to devour."

Master Snake hastily pointed to the corpses and blood covering the bridge and said:

"I’ll have people clean this up right away; my team does this kind of thing very cleanly."

At this moment, two vans came driving from both ends of the bridge.

A group of people wearing white raincoats, boots, white caps, face masks, and goggles got off the vans.

They looked like forensic scientists or cleaners.

The Cleaners skillfully took out tools, cleaning up the corpses and blood on the bridge.

Only then did Master Snake realize a problem.

After so long, not a single vehicle had crossed the bridge!

She murmured to herself:

"Does a battle between Extraordinary beings result in a high-level lockdown?"

In reality, this wasn’t wrong.

The ninjas of Kuroki Mitsusawa didn’t care about killing; they would soon return to East Sakura anyway.

However, demons couldn’t be easily exposed.

Su Yutang had already used her connections to block the cross-sea bridge, allowing the Apostles time to fight and giving the Cleaners time to clean the bridge.

This was Su Yutang’s duty as the Demon Club’s housekeeper.

. . . . .

Outside the cross-sea bridge, a black sedan parked at a temporary spot.

Kuroki Mitsusawa watched the battle on the bridge, eyes full of shock.

The terrifying figure of Du Yangming was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Is this . . . truly a genetic creation?"

Kuroki Mitsusawa doubted his life, as he shakily lit a cigarette despite having quit smoking long ago.

Taking a deep drag, the nicotine slowly calmed him, and he murmured to himself:

"The things hidden in the South Sea aren’t human at all!"

’Knock, knock, knock.’

Someone tapped on the car window.

Kuroki Mitsusawa was startled, turning to see a young man.

He wore a black suit, with a black trench coat over it, and a round hat atop his head.

He looked like a refined scholar, a gentleman of elegance.

The young man smiled warmly:

"Could I borrow a light?"

Kuroki Mitsusawa glared at him:

"Get lost!"

The young man nodded, turning to leave.

Kuroki Mitsusawa continued smoking, the cigarette burning quickly.

"Click."

The car door opened, and the young man sat in the passenger seat.

Kuroki Mitsusawa cursed angrily:

"You little shit . . . . ."

The young man lightly tapped the cigarette pack in his hand.

It seemed like a signal, as a chilling cold instantly enveloped the car, frosting the windows.

A terrifying pressure felt like an invisible hand grasping his heart, making it hard to breathe!

Kuroki Mitsusawa looked at the young man in terror:

"Who are you!"

. . . . .

ps: The beginning is just a setup.

There won’t be constant repetition of collecting desires and creating demons.

The Demon Club will soon be initially completed; things will get more interesting afterward.

This story outline took six months to write.

To speed up the pace, there’s an extra update.

Please trust the author; it will get better and better!

Long-time readers know, my books get better the further they go~