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Chapter 18 The Dock

Earl Taylor appeared on the pier at night. At six o'clock in the afternoon, he sat down in the room with thick curtains, quietly waiting for the arrival of Grand Duke Dracula.

For the titular leader, Grand Duke Dracula, he couldn't tell what his feelings were, was it fear, submission, or admiration?

He's not quite sure.

He even forgot what Grand Duke Dracula looked like.

At [-]:[-], footsteps were heard outside.

Earl Taylor was a little envious. Grand Duke Dracula was a rare vampire who was not afraid of sunlight at all.

He can walk freely under the sun without fear of being scorched by the sun.

His strength, magic, and vitality are all strong enough to amaze the rest of the vampires.

Seeing the door open, Earl Taylor subconsciously stood up and saw Grand Duke Dracula walking in.

Grand Duke Dracula changed his clothes. Unlike in the morning, he is now wearing a formal attire, and his hair is carefully combed and waxed, and the flies will slip on it.

There was also some vitality on his originally thin face.

Earl Taylor stood up to show respect, Grand Duke Dracula pressed his hand, and strode to the chair in front of Earl Taylor to sit down.

His eyeballs were as small as the eyes of a needle, and he was aiming at Earl Taylor.

"Taylor, sit down, my boy.

I still remember you. "

Grand Duke Dracula said softly, "Yes, I do remember you. In the Victorian era, you were still a little child..."

Earl Taylor didn't speak, he didn't know why this old guy was nostalgic when he came.

He hated the nostalgic atmosphere.

He just wanted to know what Grand Duke Dracula was doing here, and whether he planned to recruit his subordinates.

If Grand Duke Dracula really wants to gather his men for his own use.

Earl Taylor would certainly rebel.

These vampires have long been torn apart. Although there is a Vampire Presbyterian Church, in fact, those people in the Presbyterian Church are all doing their own thing.

They are completely different from the Thirteen Clans. The Presbyterian Council of the Thirteen Clans, and each elder's subordinates are extremely huge secular forces.

The descendants of Dracula, those vampires who lived in the Victorian era, those vampires who once appeared in front of the Pope of Rome, have been separated and disintegrated in the face of the Holy See and the siege of the thirteen clans.

The ancient vampires disappeared, and the new generation of vampires mastered the world.

He is already regarded as the best of Dracula's line of vampires.

None of the trash from the Vampire Presbyterian Church was his match.

But the vampires of the new generation are also old things now.

His young and strong faction was still suppressed and isolated in the Presbyterian Church, which made him very unhappy, so he simply came out to do it alone.

He was extremely dissatisfied with these old guys.

Correspondingly, he did not have a good impression of Grand Duke Dracula in front of him.

He is a young man.

As for some vampires who have been influenced by the thinking of the new era, it is impossible to say what they plan to do.

Those young people, even the radical Earl Taylor didn't know what was going on in their heads.

They loathed the Presbyterian Church, loathed everything ancient.

There are many such vampires in his gun team.

They will never like Grand Duke Dracula.

Grand Duke Dracula didn't care about the dissatisfaction on Earl Taylor's face, he was still rambling.

As soon as he came in, he talked to himself.

He didn't care about Earl Taylor's face at all.

Earl Taylor coughed several times and wanted to interrupt Grand Duke Dracula, but Grand Duke Dracula ignored them.

After a while, Grand Duke Dracula stood up and said, "I really appreciate you, Earl Taylor.

What a pity, what a pity. "

Earl Taylor asked impatiently: "Really? Grand Duke Dracula? You have been talking for a long time, what is your plan for coming here?

Is it just for nostalgia? "

After finishing speaking, Earl Taylor subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Grand Duke Dracula seemed a little too close to him.

Before he had time to shout loudly, Grand Duke Dracula suddenly rushed in front of him!

In less than a second, Grand Duke Dracula's sharp canine pierced Earl Taylor's neck, and a large amount of blood fell into his stomach as Grand Duke Dracula's throat surged.

As Earl Taylor lost a lot of blood, Grand Duke Dracula's face became healthier.

Ten seconds later, Grand Duke Dracula suddenly let go of his hand.

Earl Taylor fell limply to the ground like a torn rag.

A satisfied smile appeared on Grand Duke Dracula's thin face.

He obtained a large amount of information from the blood of this junior.

"Sure enough, times have changed."

Grand Duke Dracula sighed, looking down at Earl Taylor. Earl Taylor opened his mouth in despair. He seemed to want to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

His lungs were pierced by Count Dracula's claw just now, and his internal organs were also crushed by Grand Duke Dracula.

He never expected that Grand Duke Dracula would suddenly attack.

within this narrow area.

He has absolutely no ability to resist.

Even if there are bodyguards standing around, it won't work.

Although his gun team is all vampires, none of these vampires will be the opponent of Grand Duke Dracula.

Until this time, Earl Taylor remembered the introduction of Grand Duke Dracula.

Grand Duke Dracula is an odd number among vampires. He is powerful, defy the sun, has superb magic, and is good at transforming.

It's a pity that the new generation of vampires don't believe all this.

They all thought that this information was fabricated by those old immortals to deceive people.

Is there anything stronger than the gun in your hand?

No matter how powerful Dracula is, he will die with a single mithril bullet.

This is the common thought of the new generation of vampires.

Earl Taylor thought so too, so he paid a heavy price for it!

Dracula, Mithril can't deal with it!
Vampires can get other people's memories from their blood.

Dracula was looking for secrets just now, and he got a lot of information that Earl Taylor could and couldn't.

Dracula licked his lips and grabbed Taylor.

He drained Tyler's blood and infused him with new strength.

At this time, Taylor was in a state of extreme ischemia. Dracula walked out, grabbed Taylor's guards, broke his neck and threw it in front of Taylor.

The innermost guards were all killed by Dracula with his bare hands.

They didn't even have a chance to shoot.

Tear open the blood vessels of those guards, let the blood flow into Earl Taylor's mouth, and his wounds will heal automatically.

Even internal organs will grow by themselves.

"From now on, you are mine."

Dracula said, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, knowing that he had other things to do and couldn't stay here for too long.

He also made an appointment with the rest of the young vampire faction to "negotiate".

Walking out of the house calmly, Grand Duke Dracula turned into a group of bats and disappeared into the moonlight.

outside the warehouse.

Zhao Song sat in a pickup truck with a thermos cup in his hand, and frowned when he saw the bats flying over from above.

The bat gave him an unusual feeling.

This bat, can't it be the magic of vampires?
Zhao Song thought it was very possible.

But his target tonight is Earl Taylor. According to the informant, Earl Taylor will not turn into a bat and fly away.

Since it wasn't him who flew away, Zhao Song didn't intend to stop him.

He tried to practice the Convincing Qi and Longevity Jue, and found that this Convincing Qi and Longevity Jue was really interesting. He transformed the normal cultivation into several steps.

What Zhao Song thinks, why does he feel that this method of cultivation is like a means of demon cultivation.

To practice Convincing Qi and Changsheng Jue, the first thing is to strengthen Qi and blood.

Next, solidify the internal organs.

Then, it is to act infuriatingly.

In the end, the whole body is transparent, and the whole person turns into a muscular man.

You say this is comparable to the profound skills of Erlang Xianshengzhenjun in the myth, it is naturally not comparable.

This seems to be like constantly tempering oneself, borrowing one's talent of being a demon cultivator with a strong body, one way to get to the dark way.

Zhao Song is not a demon clan.

He practiced for a while, and found that this formula of persuasion and longevity can only be achieved by himself, without absorbing the energy of others.

Use only your own, and you will be sucked dry by yourself.

Moreover, this persuasive longevity formula is divided into several layers in terms of qi and blood.

The qi and blood are like a bull, the qi and blood are like a tiger, the qi and blood are like a python, the qi and blood are like an elephant, the qi and blood are like a dragon, the qi and blood are like a dragon.

It's like a demon cultivator's evolutionary history.

Zhao Song's blood doesn't even count as a beginner, but he still has eyesight, and the one that flew over his head just now must not be an ordinary bat.

In this regard, the co-pilot's Blade Warrior is an expert. He intends to ask the Blade Warrior who just flew over, and he sees that the Blade Warrior's whole body is tense and sweat is dripping down.

"what happened?"

Zhao Song asked, but the Blade Warrior didn't answer, and it took several minutes before he relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed, sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

"Dracula, Dracula just flew over."

Blade Warrior's perception is very keen, this matter is mixed, the advantage is that he can know the danger in advance and avoid it.

The disadvantage is the same as before, too strong a threat will cause his biological instinct to emerge.

He will be in a state of rigidity.

This is almost fatal in battle, but even though he felt extremely dangerous, the blade warrior still had no expression on his face.

Even Zhao Song had to admire it.

He might really be a pure facial paralysis.

(End of this chapter)