Zombie King of Blood Race

——It turned out to be like this.

So as a deal, she sold him to the Remere patriarch?

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Patriarch Remere, Tausig's eyes that should have been indifferent were as deep as the bottom of the sea.

Just in time to see Tausig directly, the patriarch Remere, who was stunned for a moment, showed a bright smile to Tausig, a little intoxicated, but also a little heartbroken, and said: "As expected of the blood of the ancestor, it really smells delicious. , but, it’s really a waste~~~~”

While talking, he licked the corner of his lips, and a greedy look flashed in the eyes of the leader of Tremere.

Ah

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.

They calculated well.

But it's a pity.

I didn't expect Tausig to laugh, and even laughed out loud. Both Catherine and the leader of the Tremere clan were stunned for a moment.

But unlike Catherine's bewildered face, the Tremere patriarch suddenly had a bad premonition for some reason.

Believe in your own feelings, patriarch Remore, who didn't care about thinking any more, clapped his hands.

Accompanied by his clapping, there was a rustling sound in the forest, and as the rustling sound fell, many dark shadows appeared in the forest at night.

As soon as these black shadows appeared, he immediately felt more relieved. The patriarch Remere, who had receded from the feeling of panic, smiled and looked at Tausig, mercilessly grabbed Catherine's neck, lifted her up forcefully, and threw her on the ground. .

After all, she is a blood clan known for being strong and powerful. Catherine, who was thrown to the ground by Tausig, was in pain, but her life was not in danger. .

This, is this the same Tausig she knew?

Is this still the Tausig who looks cold and cold but has a soft heart?

very scary!

very scary! !

very scary! ! ! !

At the same time, Tausig, whose eyes were flushed without even looking at Catherine, looked dangerously at Patriarch Remere, and those faintly visible figures in the forest.

Not blood, but——

Werewolf?

and also……

Seeing the extremely ugly beast-like man standing beside the werewolves, Tausig frowned slightly.

He can be sure that before this, there were neither werewolves nor such ugly monsters in this world, so it is self-evident how werewolves and these ugly monsters appeared.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the Remere patriarch again, and as the blood flowed more and more from Tausig's chest, his eyes, which were only light crimson before, were blood red now.

Looking intoxicatedly at Tausig's eyes, which are more beautiful than rubies, the leader of Remore exclaimed: "Oh~~~~, it's really beautiful, my lord ancestor?"

After sighing, as if he had just discovered that Tausig was looking at the werewolves and monsters behind him, the Remore patriarch looked surprised and said: "What are you looking at? My ancestor, is he looking at Are they? I'm really sorry, my lord ancestor, to let your beautiful eyes see such a failed work, but, lord my ancestor, you don't think they are very interesting, don't you?"

It was as if he was showing off his collection to the adults. The patriarch of Remere, the little boy, looked at Tausig triumphantly.

--really.

It's no surprise that the leader of Remere would say this, Tausig's red eyes flashed a hint of murderous intent.

However, this fierceness was not born of disgust, but because of the relationship between the injury and excessive blood loss, Tausig was about to go berserk.

A smile appeared on his lips again, and Tausig narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile was so dangerous that it was almost suffocating.

He no longer suppressed himself with reason, like a fierce beast with beautiful fur, rushing towards the prey in front of him in an instant.

This Remere patriarch is indeed very thorough in his calculations. If he is a blood clan, or even an ancestor like Cain, he will indeed be tricked and let his plan succeed.

But unfortunately, the other party must have never thought that he is not a vampire, but a zombie. Instead of becoming weaker, he will become more ferocious after being injured.

Wherever he went, there was blood, and Tausig not only killed his prey, but also devoured his prey.

Really devour.

At the moment when Tausig grabbed his fierce prey and tore at the prey with his lips and teeth, even the 'well-informed' patriarch Remere froze in place, let alone other blood clans.

They looked at Tausig in disbelief as if they saw something incredible.

Afterwards, after being shocked, these blood races couldn't help feeling a bit of chill in their hearts.

Is this monster in front of them really their ancestor?

Where is their ancestor, it's just a monster! ! !

Once fear arose in my heart, even the blood race who had always been fearless could not help but feel a little bit of retreat.

Those vampires who managed to escape under Tausig's hands subconsciously surrounded their patriarch—the patriarch of Remere.

Like his own clan, he was very shocked by Tausig's 'change', while the leader of Tremere felt fear in his heart, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

So it is! ! !

So it is! ! !

He said, how could such a man-eating monster be created with the blood of the ancestor?

So it is! ! !

If it is said that Tausig's devouring made the Remere patriarch suddenly realize why he created a monster like a ghoul.

Then Tausig's chest was getting smaller and smaller, and the wound that had even stopped bleeding made Patriarch Remere look like an addict who had just finished his addiction, excited and mad at the same time.

Recovered, recovered, recovered so quickly.

If he can get the blood of the ancestor, will he also...

Thinking of this, the heart was full of fire, and the eyes of the leader of Tremore looked at Tausig became even hotter.

Tausig, who has been unsatisfied since he came to this world because he swallowed enough flesh and blood, has never been so satisfied like this time.

With his satisfaction, not only the wounds on his chest have healed, but his body has finally returned to the peak state that a zombie king should have.