The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Blood test?"

Gray was taken aback.

Cultists drawing blood from vampires? Isn't that going against the natural order?

This is truly an eye-opener! I only knew that vampires drank blood and flesh, but I've never heard of vampires being captured by humans and having their blood extracted.

Who is the vampire?

But one thing is certain: the blood of vampires must be of great use. Otherwise, why would cultists capture vampires when they have nothing better to do?

Ok?

Previously, when Lyra was escorting the caravan, she directly confronted the cultists of the greed and avarice faction. In her report, Lyra emphasized that the cultists took out several syringes filled with blood-red liquid and injected them into the monsters.

After being injected with this unknown liquid, the monster became even more ferocious, and most importantly, its ability to regenerate flesh was greatly enhanced, almost like... the characteristic ability of a vampire...

Upon realizing this, Gray suddenly understood. Cultists capture vampires and extract their blood to create that special liquid. The unknown liquid in the syringe may not be the original blood of vampires, but it is definitely an important component.

However, the cultists' research on this special liquid is likely insufficient, making mass production impossible.

Otherwise, each cultist would have one. There was a small detail in Leila's report: the other side did not use this drug in large quantities.

Lyra's assessment of the drug was...

"It cannot help professionals defeat opponents of higher levels, but it is more than enough to help them remain invincible among professionals of the same level."

In Gray's view, this potion posed no threat whatsoever. To guarantee invincibility among those of the same level, one would first need to be at the same level as him.

Moreover, Gray didn't think this potion would be very useful for high-level professionals.

Having roughly grasped the purpose of the cultists driven by greed and avarice in capturing vampires, Gray said.

"Let's go up. The battle should be almost over."

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Meanwhile, another... another five sides.

To prevent the cultists from spreading news of the attack on the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild's branch building and alerting them, the attack was carried out on the same night.

More precise time control is not possible, and there is no need for it.

Although the six territories are close to each other, they are still somewhat far apart. The guarantee is that they will act on the same night, but the timing of the action is not entirely consistent.

At this time, the Shadow Court servants led by Gray, Alpha, and Delta had already wiped out the cultists in their assigned areas and were now cleaning up the battlefield and destroying some traces.

The Golden Weasel Merchant Guild is, after all, a commercial giant renowned throughout the Olmec Kingdom. Although the cultists, feeling guilty, were unlikely to report the attack on their branch and to be on the safe side, it was always better to destroy any clues.

Meanwhile, Beta and Kappa's team is on a smooth mission and will soon complete it.

But it seems there's a problem with Lyra...

Compared to the other five regions, Lyra was the last to launch an attack; Delta was almost finished while Lyra was just beginning.

Because Lyra's group was the furthest from Dawn Territory, it took them longer to get there than other groups. In fact, Lyra didn't slack off at all; she immediately began operations as soon as the deployment was completed.

The likelihood of this "fanatic" slacking off is lower than the likelihood of a certain pink-haired succubus not doing any work at all if given the chance.

"Your Majesty the Bishop..."

A cult member respectfully walked to the table and placed down a bottle filled with blood-red liquid.

The bishop looked like an old man over sixty, but in reality, his age was far more terrifying, well over a hundred and rounded up to two hundred.

He was a bishop of the money-grubbing and greedy faction, but his thin physique contradicted the faction's high obesity rate of 80%, making him seem more like a bishop of the lust and pleasure faction.

His thin frame suggested he was deficient in nutrients. (whispering)

He grabbed the bottle on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Feeling the faint life force returning to his body, he flew into a rage and smashed the bottle to pieces.

"The concentration is off. You even dare to dilute my 'Blood Gift' with water?"

The elderly bishop displayed a terrifying aura, frightening the cultists who had brought the "blood sacrifice" to kneel and beg for mercy.

"Your Excellency, I didn't add any water. This is all the vampire I could extract from the cell. Extracting any more would cause excessive blood loss and death..."

The elderly bishop understood the principle of not exhausting resources, but he was so angry that he yelled at his subordinates, "Get out!!!"

The cult members immediately felt relieved and scrambled to leave.

"stop."

The cold voice rang out, and the cult members immediately held their breath, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"You said 'get lost,' can't you understand human language?"

The cult members panicked and quickly apologized, saying, "Your subordinate understands."

Then he actually rolled out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

The elderly bishop sneered, "You're quite clever."

Taking your anger out on your subordinates is pointless; finding multiple scapegoats won't solve the immediate problem.

"Blood Gift" is a potion made primarily from vampire blood, supplemented with other precious and highly nourishing ingredients.

Its effects are twofold. The first is that it grants the drinker a powerful regenerative ability similar to that of a vampire. The advantage is that the drinker will not be afraid of sunlight like a vampire. The disadvantage is that low-level human professionals cannot withstand it, so it can only be consumed by high-level human professionals or monsters.

The first effect was already powerful enough, but the elderly bishop valued the second effect.

Prolong your life.

For an elderly bishop, a decrepit old man who is already halfway to his coffin, the most important thing is the issue of lifespan.

High-level professionals can judge their approximate time of death by their own life force. Some ordinary animals also possess this ability. Elephant graveyards are the places where elephants, sensing their impending death, voluntarily walk along elephant trails to be buried.

Death is something that everyone fears and dares not talk about lightly.

The elderly bishop, nearing the end of his life, did not want to die just like that, so he searched everywhere for secret methods to prolong his life.

However, the vitality replenished by these secret methods is woefully inadequate compared to the amount consumed in resisting one's own aging.

His joining the Demon Order as a bishop was a way to prolong the Demon Order's existence.

The most basic method is to slaughter living beings and perform sacrificial rituals, in order to obtain a small amount of life force.

He cannot directly devour life force; he can only obtain some through demons as intermediaries.

Demons have a strong affinity for life energy, and the life sacrificed will be completely devoured.

All he could absorb were scraps that even demons would reject.

In recent years, however, the "blood gift" has been invented.