Not long ago, on the deserted coastline of the Uruk Dynasty, an uninvited guest emerged from the tide and moved an extremely thick door-like object onto the beach.
He has an appearance that is different from that of the native race of the Sai country. The yellow robe on his body has been completely soaked, and his hair is hanging down like seaweed. It is obvious that he has been soaked in snorkeling for a long time.
As soon as he landed on the shore, the uninvited guest vomited out all the stains in his lungs, and pulled and threw away the aquatic plants on his body.
When the scorching light shone on him, the uninvited guest shuddered all over. He looked up at the huge building in the distance, his eyes gradually changed from blurry to hawk-like.
His pointed chin was still dripping water, and his body had not been dried in the sun, but something important was urging him, making him dare not stop, so he pulled the door panel hard and dragged it forward.
The door panel drew a deep ravine in the sand. The uninvited guest suddenly remembered something and took out a wrinkled card soaked in water from his underwear pocket.
"It's no use anymore, Mr. Mike Cambino."
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then he turned over the cards, threw them to the ground, and continued dragging the door panel away.
At the same time, on the deck of the Crimson Queen, Mike Cambino clutched his chest and gasped in agony.
He felt as if his heart had been stabbed by something sharp, and blood began to spurt out of his body.
The severe pain and suffocation made it difficult for Mike to even open his mouth to speak. He raised his hands feebly, as if he wanted to grab some life-saving straw, but there was only the arrogant pirate captain in front of him.
Agatha watched Mike fall into pain and death. She was only slightly startled. Then her expression changed and she squatted down gently. Regardless of the view under her skirt, she observed Mike with interest.
"You look like you're in a lot of pain, huh?"
Mike almost laughed in anger, but his current state prevented him from making that expression. He felt the passage of life more and more, and it was estimated that he would die in less than a minute.
Seeing Mike covering his chest, Agatha guessed something, so she pinched her delicate chin and looked at it carefully.
"I think you are going to die soon. What a pity. However, you are very lucky, because the person standing in front of you is your savior."
Mike's eyes were already bloodshot, and he stared at the girl in front of him with blurred vision, quietly waiting for her next words.
Agatha stood up, resting her hands on her skirt behind her buttocks, and jumped up to the deacon's side.
"Join us and your ailments will not be a problem at all."
Mike instantly understood what she meant, but the pain in his body prevented him from responding.
Agatha raised her hand high and patted the deacon on the shoulder.
"Become a being like the Knicks and serve me forever, are you willing?"
As a navy and a conscientious human being, Mike would certainly not be willing to let such an evil pirate captain control him and be shackled to eternal life.
But he was about to die, and his body was lying on the ground without any strength to refuse.
Agatha clapped softly: "If you don't object, does that mean you agree?"
Mike made a whining sound in his throat, but he lost his breath in the next second. He went into shock and was only one step away from death...
Ten minutes later, he suddenly woke up and found himself lying on the wet wooden floor, with the light of the surrounding oil lamps constantly stimulating his pupils.
Hearing slowly recovered, and the sailors' shouts became clearer and clearer, even more real than before the coma.
The pain in his chest disappeared, the blood and qi in his body were extremely smooth, and his breathing was very smooth. Mike felt that his body had returned to its most perfect state in an instant, or even better.
He suddenly realized something and wanted to stand up, but accidentally bit his lip, causing a wound and bleeding.
Touching the teeth in his mouth, there were already four fangs that looked like beasts.
Not only that, the bite wound was also recovering rapidly, and scars soon formed.
"Are you awake?"
A man's voice with no discernible emotion sounded from above.
Mike climbed up and looked at the deacon in front of him in shock.
"What did you do to me? Where is she?"
"Here!" Agatha stood at the helmsman's position and fiddled with the rudder with one hand.
"Wait a minute!" Mike approached her, but suddenly, a will of surrender that seemed to come from his soul severely oppressed him, making him involuntarily kneel on the ground after approaching Agatha.
"Uh~~! What did you do!" Mike couldn't understand his actions at all.
Agatha let go of the rudder and jumped in front of Mike with her feet together.
"I saved your life, no need to thank you."
Mike's face was ashen, and he would rather die than do this.
Agatha walked up behind Mike and gently touched his neck with her fingers: "Here..."
Mike immediately touched the same location with his hand and found that there were two scars there that had not yet completely healed.
Seeing that his face was ashen, Agatha actually started psychological counseling.
"Don't be so disappointed. Becoming an inferior blood demon is not as bad as you think, especially... an inferior blood demon who was personally transformed by a high-level blood demon."
Mike raised his face, looking very helpless: "I...I became a monster..."
Snap!
Agatha slapped him across the face.
"I will not allow you to insult yourself in front of me. You are now a bloodthirsty, and you have your own name. Bloodthirsty is never a monster, but my servant, my child!"
Mike smiled bitterly: "Monsters are monsters. You live by sucking human blood and are the enemy of all humans."
"The same old racial position, but this world does not belong to humans. It has been the property of the demi-gods from the beginning."
Agatha held the hem of her skirt with one hand and walked to the edge, pointing with the other hand at the crew below.
"The bloodthirsty ones on the deck are all my children. Only the ugly things below the deck are not. They are my pets."
After saying that, she turned around and looked at Mike.
"Don't confuse all inferior blood demons. The bat-winged demons are deformed evolutions, and the bloodthirsty ones are inferior servants who retain human appearance. Only the bloodthirsty ones who have been personally transformed by the high-level blood demons will have other characteristics."
An ability that even inferior blood demons cannot possess."
Snap!
After speaking, Agatha snapped her fingers and returned the light that she had taken away from the ball of light to the surroundings.
As a result, the darkness covering the ship's hull dissipated instantly, and the scorching sun's light suddenly covered it.
The entire crew of the ship was bathed in the sun, but no one felt sick.
Only the deacon quietly held up the black umbrella again.
Agatha stood confidently in front of the rudder and said to Mike: "The bloodthirsty ones who have been transformed by me personally will no longer be afraid of the sun, and among all the inferior blood demons, only the bat-winged demons have been transformed by the superior blood demons."
How about a bloodthirsty person who can move freely under the scorching sun? Are you satisfied with this gift?"