Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

According to the contract of the "mouthpiece of the night", the vampire ascension ceremony has extremely complicated requirements.

In addition to the need to sacrifice 1,674 vampire spawns to the great evil being, there are also seven carefully cultivated spawns that serve the evil monarch and symbolize the seven original sins: pride, jealousy, and rage. , sloth, greed, gluttony and lust.

As a master, a vampire needs to "love" these spawns sincerely.

When the ritual begins, the power and blood in these spawns will flow into the main body and be absorbed by the vampire.

Alexia, for example, is a symbol of arrogance.

Duke Brad sent his youngest son, Todd Luckman, to Sky Town in the hope that he would become a symbol of jealousy in that remote little place and eventually become the perfect food for his ascension ceremony.

However, before he could enjoy this supreme honor, he was turned into a ball of minced meat by Trump in his rounds of experiments.

"Damn red dragon..."

Thinking of this, Duke Brad gritted his teeth even more.

"We must find a special spawn to replace Todd's position, and it is best to be a spellcaster."

When a vampire ascends, he will not only suck out the blood, but also absorb all the abilities of the spawn, including the ability to cast spells. This is why he worked so hard to train Todd into a mage.

"Spell caster..."

Duke Brad pondered for a moment, and he suddenly thought of the rude vampire spawn he had caught not long ago. He seemed to be a trickster and had a high affinity with dark forces.

"Isn't this ready-made?"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips - it was a very interesting prey, but now it had fallen into his control.

Duke Brad likes this feeling of being high and in control. He enjoys the resistance of his prey, especially seeing their desperate faces.

For a vampire who has long lost his sense of taste, it is simply a sweet and mellow wine.

Duke Brad couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Such an unruly human being can watch helplessly being controlled and reduced to a sacrifice, but unable to resist. This should be an extremely wonderful thing,"

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

Duke Brad's scarlet pupils flashed with a glimmer of expectation, ferocious and terrifying.

…

"For the great ascension..."

Langli Baitiao stood in the iron cage, imitating other irrational blood slaves, and repeated in a low voice: "For the great ascension..."

He secretly hid the "rebellious emblem" under his tongue, making it invisible to the guards who searched his body.

Looking at the blood mist gradually filling the air, and the sacrificial array shimmering with light in the iron cage, Langli Baitiao wanted to cry without tears, and thought to himself: "Damn, I'm not really going to be sacrificed."

Suddenly, a powerful pressure from the bloodline came.

The blood slaves knelt down one after another, licking the ground like devout fanatics.

Langli Baitiao also knelt down.

In order to become stronger, he can endure even crotch humiliation.

Isn't it just a kneeling?

Bear it!

But his eyes peeked at the uninvited guest.

The person he saw had pale skin, scarlet eyes, and was wearing a gorgeous black robe trimmed with gold—that was Duke Brad Luckman.

Langli Baitiao suddenly became excited and thought to himself: "This Lao Deng is finally here!"

But Duke Brad's eyes glanced at him, which made him quickly lower his head and dare not say anything.

"Very good, the strength is still sufficient."

Duke Brad smiled with satisfaction.

He gently raised his hand, and with the sound of flapping wings, hundreds of bats emerged from the darkness, turned into a giant hand, wrapped up the white strips in the waves, and flew out of the iron cage.

And his cloak was slightly opened, and his whole body was suspended.

Soon, they came to the stone platform where the ceremony was held.

The bats dispersed, and Langli Baitiao's vision was finally no longer pitch black. He saw the spawns tied to the stone pillars at a glance, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Ordinary people would only feel extremely scared if they stayed in this kind of environment, but Langli Baitiao's brain circuit was obviously a little different, and his focus was also a little strange.

As a senior pervert, he noticed at a glance the Duke's eldest daughter, Alexia Luckman, who was naked and exposed her snow-white body.

"Damn, are you playing so big?"

"And there is no Holy Light?!"

"No, Langli Baitiao, Langli Baitiao, how can you let beauty blind you?"

"You are the man who wants to become Yu-Gi-Oh!"

Thinking of this, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and continued to pretend to be controlled. Fortunately, Duke Brad was still looking at his masterpiece intoxicatedly at this time and had not discovered any clues yet.

However, during this process, he also used his peripheral vision to catch sight of Jeno Lachman, who was also tied to the stone pillar. He appeared here as "Sloth" among the Seven Deadly Sins.

"It's so annoying."

Langli Baitiao sighed in his heart.

At this moment, Duke Brad turned his head and stared at Langli Baitiao, a flash of red light flashing in his eyes.

"May I have your name?"

"White strips in the waves."

Langli Baitiao answered truthfully.

He was afraid that his disguise would be seen through and he would be slapped to death by the vampire duke in front of him before he even caught anything.

Fortunately, Duke Brad didn't notice anything unusual. He just raised the corners of his mouth and said softly:

"Strange name...but it doesn't matter. From now on, your name is Todd Luckman. You are my youngest son who was sent to the fringe area. You are crazy jealous of your brothers and sisters. Do you understand? "

"Now, again, who are you?"

"I'm Todd Luckman, your underappreciated youngest son."

"Very well, say it again."

Langli Baitiao's body was submissive, but in his heart he had already greeted the eighteen generations of this old vampire's ancestors. He had seen people who recognized him as his father, but he had never seen anyone who recognized him as his son!

"Who wants to be the son of an old wall lamp like you?"

Langli Baitiao roared in his heart, but he still said obediently: "I am Todd Luckman, your underappreciated youngest son. I am jealous of my brothers and sisters."

"very good."

Duke Brad nodded slightly.

He stared at the wavy white strips like a marionette, rubbed his chin, frowned and pondered.

"Just letting this derivative replace Todd's identity doesn't seem to make me feel 'love' for it."

Duke Brad is a complete monster, able to forcibly create twisted and perverted "love" in order to achieve his own goals.

Although he can deliberately guide and control, he cannot create emotions arbitrarily.

“The physical and the emotional are inextricably intertwined.”

"In the eyes of mortals, extreme sensuality seems to naturally produce love, so..."

Duke Brad looked at Langli Baitiao again. At this time, the look in his scarlet pupils was a bit strange, revealing some inexplicable desire.

Langli Baitiao suddenly felt a chill, and a bad omen appeared in his mind.

Although his expression remained unchanged, alarm bells were already ringing in his heart.

"Wait a minute, what is this old Bidden going to do?!"