As the saying goes, beating the dog deceives the master. The shouting of the three vampire secret party elders in front of Dracula Cage finally caused Xu Qing's dissatisfaction. After all, the kid was also his servant. He couldn't afford to lose face. He said a murderous word.
It's like breaking up with some mysterious secret party.
Elder Mouse Spot did not seem to expect that Xu Qing would say such a thing. The Camarilla has absolute authority among the Vampires. Since the establishment of the Camarilla, no Vampire has dared to disobey this authority. Of course, there is one exception, and that is
The rebellious vampires have a purer and nobler bloodline than the founders of the Camarilla.
It is said that the person who founded the Camarilla is a true second-generation ancestor. If the bloodline is to surpass him, only Cain came. This is almost impossible. The second-generation vampire is the supreme god among all vampires. What he said is
Oracle, there is only one fate for those who disobey, and that is three words: kill without mercy.
Xu Qing didn't know about the secret party, so he didn't know the consequences of disobeying it. Anyway, he couldn't bear to see this old man with rat spots showing off with a piece of brown paper. What the hell, respecting the elderly and loving the young did not include vampires in his dictionary.
After killing two fourth-generation vampires, Hughes picked up the two weapons they had dropped on the ground and turned around and walked back. As if he had done a trivial thing, he walked up to Xu Qing as if no one else was around and bent down to pick up the two weapons.
The loot was handed over: "Master, this is a weapon used by the enemy."
Xu Qing reached for the short knife and weighed it. He found that this thing was made of mithril. It seemed to be specially used to deal with vampires. The blade was extremely sharp. If it was struck hard on the neck, it could chop off a person's head.
It turned out to be a pretty good thing. As for the ghost claw, it looked so bad that he didn't even want to reach out and touch it.
Elder Rat Spot and the other two elders looked at each other for about half a minute, practicing their special skill of flirting for a while. Finally, Elder Rat Spot turned around to talk to this difficult ancestor of the vampire clan.
"No matter who you are, I will advise you not to go against the Camarilla, especially if you are a vampire. There is only one consequence for going against the Camarilla. I believe you don't need to explain more!" Elder Rat Spot suppressed the anger in his heart.
He said angrily: "Now in the name of the Gangro tribe, I give you a chance to take back the rude words you just said. Remember, you only have one chance."
Xu Qing shook the long sword in his hand and said with a faint smile: "Stop talking nonsense, Dracula is my servant, it doesn't matter what honey you are, he doesn't need to abide by any six or eight precepts, he only needs to listen to me.
That’s all. Anyone who bullies him should first ask about the sword in my hand."
The rat-spotted elder snorted coldly and raised his head in front of the long sword. The golden mark between his eyebrows trembled, and he opened a narrow slit in vain. A little red light turned from dark to bright in just two seconds.
It turned into an angry vertical eye, and an invisible coercion full of blood rushed towards Xu Qing like a tide at the moment when the vertical eye was fully opened, as if it was going to engulf him.
Real high-level vampires cannot fight each other like lower-level vampires. The fight between them is like fighting for their fathers at the beginning. What they fight is blood, whose blood is older and more pure. The blood of three generations of vampires.
The purity is second only to that of the second-generation Vampires. In addition to being a third-generation Vampire and an elder of the Secret Party, Elder Ratspot also has an identity. He is the current leader of the ancient Gangro tribe.
Xu Qing ignored the old man's pressure at all. He had already reached into his pocket and grabbed the Fang of the Drought Demon. Elder Rat Spot's pressure had no effect on him at all. He just stretched out the long sword in his hand.
He could pierce this old guy and raise his eyes, but he did not do so immediately because the expressions of the three secret party elders all changed.
Drought Demon is the oldest ancestor of the vampire race in China, but its name is different, it is called a vampire zombie. Compared with Cain, the ancestor of the vampire race in the West, Cain is far different in age and ability than Drought Demon. If the two are put together to fight,
If this happens, Western newspapers will be completely blown away. There is no doubt about this.
The coercion exuded by the drop of blood essence in the Fang of the Drought Demon is a hundred times stronger than that of any ancestor blood clan. The three secret party elders now know why the other party said that killing them is no big deal. According to the current situation, this is not a big deal.
It's true, because they feel that they are overwhelmed by the pure ancestral aura emitted by the other party, and they will not resist even if they chop off three of their heads with a sword.
The long sword in Xu Qing's hand was extended two inches forward, and the tip of the sword was right against the vertical eye of Elder Mouse Spot. If he moved it forward even a centimeter, he could blind his eye.
Elder Mouse Spot felt unprecedented pressure at this moment. Vampires with such pure and noble blood are the real gods. He had never felt this kind of pressure in front of the second-generation Vampire who founded the secret party before. It can make life miserable.
Do not resist the pressure of thoughts at all.
"Who are you?" Elder Mouse Spot had a difficult question popping out of his throat, but unfortunately no one would help him answer it.
The mask on Xu Qing's face had been completely blown dry by the wind, and was wrinkled like an old piece of leather that had been beaten hard with a wooden hammer. Sometimes he really wanted to tear off the mask and restore its original appearance.
"You don't need to worry about who I am. Go back and tell the top leader of the Camarilla. My servants will not be bullied by anyone, not even the Camarilla. Remember?" Xu Qing understood the embarrassment of the three Camarilla elders.
At some point, these three old boys must have been frightened by the aura emanating from Drought Demon's Fang.
A warning hit the three secret party elders directly in the heart like a heavy hammer, and also called back all their sanity. The Vampire is such a magical creature. The higher the Vampire, the more they can feel what is true.
The pressure coming from their blood made it difficult for the three of them to even move.
"Okay... we will definitely... tell you." Elder Mouse Spot gritted his teeth and came out with a few words. Even though he tried to speak calmly, he was still a little stumbling.
Xu Qing lowered the long sword in his hand expressionlessly and said to Dracula on the side: "Give each of the three secret party elders two delicious brown sugar beans, and send them away after eating."
The red jelly bean refers to Lilith's curse. Although Dracula didn't understand why the master wanted to drug the secret party elder, he still said yes, then took out the medicine bottle and poured two red pills out and walked to the rat spot.
In front of the elder.
"Open your mouth, take these two pills and you can leave." Dracula asked the three elders of the Camarilla to take drugs with a serious look. In fact, he was surprised why these three elders of the Camarilla, who were respected by their status, would become completely different in vain.
Damn it, Lilith's curse is the best medicine for the Pope and his gang, but it's unclear how effective it will be for the three ancestor-level vampire elders.
The three secret party elders looked at each other, then raised their heads and opened their mouths in a tacit understanding. The sharp fangs were particularly eye-catching.