C463 Dracula
C463 Dracula
It was a completely different world from the gloomy and terrifying outside.
The floor was covered with a thick red carpet. On the four walls, there were countless artistic treasures. Even the things inside the palace were priceless treasures.
Yang Qiu looked at the old man standing on the stairs of the palace and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
This old man was the one who fit all the descriptions of vampires in his mind.
He had a thin and slender body, and an incomparably wide blood red robe. A long tail was dragged out of the ground, and his hands were like chicken claws. His nails were extremely sharp, and they were half a foot long. His face was so pale that there was no blood on it, and his face was full of wrinkles. Its hair was piled high above its head, forming an extremely exaggerated shape. It was the collar of a blood-red robe. It was more than ten centimeters tall, with a slender neck. It was tightly covered.
Two beams of blood-red light shot out from his blood-red gem-like eyes. He stared fixedly at Yang Qiu, who was standing beside Solomon. He looked like a devil staring at his delicious food.
Yang Qiu didn't say anything, but the old vampire stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Just as he was about to speak, one of the Blood Gods from the Twelve Blood Gods appeared beside Yang Qiu. He stared at Yang Qiu coldly and his sharp voice sounded.
"Flad Dracula, my descendant, what are you waiting for?"
The old vampire suddenly screamed. The entire palace seemed to tremble. In the sharp voice, two huge wings that were over three hundred meters wide appeared on Dracula's back. Two shadows seemed to pierce the sky.
It was the shadow of a blood bat. It was completely formed by numerous thick Blood Mists. Its aura was like a huge mountain. It pressed down on Yang Qiu's bones until they made a series of cracking sounds.
Solomon was a Sun Walker. His strength was already close to the Mahayana Period Expert. There was no need to mention this Blood God. That was a Peak Of Mahayana Stage. Only Yang Qiu was a Golden Core Stage, and he had just recovered his Golden Core Stage cultivation base. This old vampire's strength was at the peak of Blood Emperor, and he was about to break through to the Blood God realm. His strength was much stronger than Yang Qiu's.
Flad - Dracula suddenly retracted the shadow of the blood bat behind him. Then, he knelt on the ground respectfully. His old face and the chicken claw that was as thin as an old tree bark slowly changed. Three to five seconds later, he returned to being an extremely handsome middle-aged man.
The blood god of Blood Clan looked at Dracula with satisfaction and praised.
"Not bad. 400 years ago, you were still a duke. Now, you are the peak of Blood Emperor. You are the most powerful genius of Blood Clan in the past 10,000 years! Greetings, young master. Swear to protect the dignity of the young master with the glory and life of the Blood Clan. "
Dracula Blood Emperor, whose strength was at the peak of the Void God Stage, could even barely compete with an Early Mahayana Period warrior. In the blink of an eye, the blood-red robe he was wearing turned into a noble suit. He then placed his hand on his chest and knelt on one knee. He performed the noble etiquette of a knight who was loyal to his master in front of Yang Qiu.
"Respected young master, your most loyal servant, Vlad Dracula, greets you. "
Yang Qiu took a deep look at Dracula and asked curiously.
"You are that Dracula? It looks familiar to me. Don't tell me you were the one in the movie?"
Dracula grinned, revealing two sharp fangs.
"You actually know about that movie? That's right. As a member of the Blood Clan, my long life is too boring, so I always do something unexpected. For example, invest in some properties and do something unexpected. I'll do business, film a movie or something. Back then, I almost turned those little guys from Hollywood into my descendants. "
Yang Qiu couldn't help but admit defeat. If the Hollywood turned into a group of vampires, then it would be really fun.
This Dracula was originally a prince, and he belonged to the oldest family in Europe, the Hubble Castle. This family was the same as the Rothschild Family, they were both inherited from the ancient Twelve Blood Gods, and they were the direct descendants of the Twelve Blood Gods.
Now, an unforeseen event had occurred in the Blood Clan. The entire Blood Clan had been controlled by someone. The only remaining branch of the family was the Habus Castle Family.
When Solomon sneaked back to Europe, a huge change had happened in the Blood Clan. If it wasn't for the help of the Habus Fortress, he would have been dead by now.
Griffith, Griffith, and the others walked out of Hollow Jade Palace. When Dracula saw the third generation ancestor of Blood Clan following Yang Qiu, he didn't have the slightest doubt about it. After respectfully greeting the Twelve Blood Gods, Dracula's deep eyes sparkled with a dim light. He looked at Yang Qiu with greed and said respectfully.
"Young master, and all the ancestors, this way please. "
The throne in the center of the hall suddenly sank into the ground, revealing a dark and gloomy passageway. Before Yang Qiu could enter, he heard a series of ear-piercing howls coming from the passageway.
Dracula stood at the entrance of the tunnel and bowed. Without hesitation, Yang Qiu walked straight into the tunnel. Behind him was the Twelve Blood Gods, followed by Solomon and Dracula. After entering the passageway, it immediately closed.
On both sides of the pitch-black passageway, on the walls. . . There were all kinds of strange patterns on the walls. Those patterns seemed to be alive. After Yang Qiu and the others passed by, the patterns on the tunnel turned into bats. They kept roaring and screaming. They followed Yang Qiu and the others and kept flapping their wings. He created waves of bloody air.
At the end of the tunnel, there was a huge space. When Yang Qiu saw this spatial zone, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, and his eyeballs almost fell out.
This spatial zone was 300 meters long and 100 meters wide. It was big and small, just like a huge coffin.
Countless bats were hanging on the four walls of the coffin. There were countless bats of various sizes, with only two blood-red eyes that looked like gemstones emitting a blood-colored glow in the pitch-black space.
Yang Qiu shook his head hard and stared at the ground in the dark space. He said with a dumbfounded expression.
"These are all. . . !"
Dracula said proudly.
"Young master, there are 300 Blood Emperor, 3000 princes of Blood Clan, and more than 30,000 descendants of Blood Clan who have evolved into dukes. They will all be your most loyal servants. "
Yang Qiu took a deep breath and looked at Solomon. Solomon was also stunned and said in a daze.
"Before I left, there were only 36 of them, Blood Emperor and more than 200 princes. How could it be. . . "
For vampires, coffins were very important. Usually, when a vampire advanced to Earl, they would create a coffin that belonged to them.
And when he was promoted to a duke, he would create his own personal coffin. Their coffins were simply magnificent to the extreme.
One had to know that coffins were the most important things of the vampire race. They were basically essential items that accompanied them throughout their entire life.
Here, there were no coffins for the dukes. Only Blood Emperor and the prince had coffins, and they were all very simple coffins.
With a sharp whistle, more than three thousand coffins, which were densely packed together in this huge space, were opened at the same time. Countless bat phantoms flew out from the coffins, along with the shrill cries of the bats that were hanging on the walls. Countless whirlwinds howled in this space and rose from the ground. The nauseating smell of blood twisted in the whirlwinds. A thick blood red ripple was emitted, and Yang Qiu almost fell to the ground.
Three hundred Blood Emperor were three hundred Void God Stage warriors and three thousand princes, which was equivalent to three thousand Nascent Infant Period warriors. As for thirty thousand Dukes, that was equivalent to thirty thousand Golden Core Stage warriors. This force was ten times, a hundred times greater than what he had imagined.
In addition, there were eight second generation Blood Gods and the ancestor of Blood Clan. The strength of that bat demon was enough to sweep away everything in Cultivation Realm.
Didn't they say that the Blood Clan was completely wiped out? Where did so many experts come from?