What?! My anime figures have all come true!

The moment the black-robed vampire was killed, Diablo, who was far away in front of the temple, felt it; the entire coffin trembled.

"My men were killed?"

Although he could produce as many inferior vampires as he wanted, the actions of those three swordswoman girls were undoubtedly a slap in the face to him!

"Are those three swordsmen? Damn it! They're back so quickly!"

Mr. K, now all alone, felt a sudden stomachache.

Although his stomach was no longer the original one, that did not prevent him from experiencing the psychological effect of "stomach pain".

"Hey! Humans over there, my transformation is not yet complete... I need more... more blood!"

Diablo inside the coffin was clearly urging Mr. K to help him retrieve the originally planned offerings.

However, he was used to being high and mighty, and his words always sounded like commands.

"whispering sound!"

If he didn't need the other party's help, Mr. K wouldn't have obeyed this crazed vampire's orders.

However, he had only taken a couple of steps when he noticed someone approaching nearby.

"Is that direction... towards Clubs 10?"

Mr. K turned his head to look, but with the night vision in his right eye, he saw the figure of a girl, "flying and scaling" through the woods.

It was clearly not Plum Blossom 10, whom I had sent to intercept Chen Xia's team, nor could it be any of the mercenaries.

"So it really failed? Even though I greatly overestimated Chen Xia's strength, I still couldn't kill her!"

The constant setbacks made Mr. K increasingly resentful of Chen Shifeng, and even the surname "Chen".

However, he still has a chance to win.

As long as Diablo Dolan completes his transformation and leaps from a fourth-generation vampire to a second-generation vampire, even if he is a pseudo-second-generation vampire, it doesn't matter.

No matter how many cards Chen Xia has in her hand, it won't matter then.

Monsters of that level are only vulnerable to being dealt with by old fogies hiding in secret realms across the land, occasionally sneaking out to tease their juniors.

Of course, if you want to use the Express Missiles to provide firepower coverage, then Diablo will have no choice but to run away.

Therefore, before entering Shenzhou, the Dolan vampires and the Poker Organization had already made a plan: he would complete the ritual and be promoted, Mr. K would kill the descendant of his enemy, and after achieving a win-win situation, they would immediately withdraw.

"?!"

Diablo, inside the coffin, also sensed the girl in the distance, and in his perception, she was someone similar to himself.

"Same race?"

He simply didn't perceive the class differences stemming from bloodline and generation.

Whether it's obedience to superiors or domination of subordinates.

That's really strange...

He had never seen this type of vampire before.

How could there be vampires in this world who are not within the framework of 'rules'?

"Found it!"

The other person quickly appeared in front of Mr. K and Diablo.

A girl with long pink hair mixed with a few white strands, emerald green vertical pupils, and an aura of arrogance.

He was wearing a dark red sports jacket and black trousers.

But it doesn't look quite right, the clothes seem a bit tight.

"She's the one who took down Club 10?"

Mr. K stepped back a few paces, leaving the scene to Akashiya Moka and Diavolo in the coffin.

"What a horrible stench..."

Akashiya Moka first glanced at Mr. K, then turned to look at the red coffin in front of the temple, and then frowned.

To her sense of smell, a foul stench, like that of corpse fluid, was constantly emanating from the small crack in the coffin.

Diablo, inside the coffin, also looked at Akashiya Moka.

"Those eyes... a mixed-race bastard? They don't even have eyes that reflect the soul (blood-red vertical pupils)! Hahahaha!!!"

As Diablo mocked, the blood-red eye in the crack of the coffin curved into a crescent moon.

The question of what was outside the framework of the 'rules' seems to have been answered as a result.

"A mongrel?"

Akashiya Moka raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Without further ado, he rushed over and kicked the coffin.

"So fast!"

Mr. K's eye twitched.

Diablo, inside the coffin, hadn't expected this 'half-breed bastard' to have such strength. Seeing that the flying kick was about to hit, he hurriedly summoned fleshy tentacles from the surface of the coffin to defend himself.

boom----!

With a dull thud, the coffin, which the old monk's last-ditch golden light attack had failed to budge, was kicked four or five meters away by Akashiya Moka!

The coffin lid, which had only been slightly ajar, was lifted high, revealing a flamboyant man in aristocratic attire and a blood-red skeleton lying inside.

"Ugh...this is even more disgusting."

Even Rimoka's personality couldn't help but show an expression of disgust at this moment.

"Cough cough... Impossible! Such powerful strength! How could a mere half-breed, a bastard not chosen by the blood of our ancestors, possibly possess it!"

Diablo slowly crawled out of the coffin.

Because the kick was so powerful, he had to temporarily interrupt the ceremony.

Now his appearance is also exposed to Akashiya Moka and Mr. K.

She was so effeminate that she didn't seem like a man.

"Hmm... I remember, the Holy Coffin that this Dolan vampire stole belonged to a female second-generation vampire."

Mr. K couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ha, this androgynous appearance is typical of someone from the Alabacia Federation."

Akashiya Moka had no more reservations and started laughing loudly.

"You'll regret this! You half-breed!"

Diablo immediately transformed into a blood-red mist and attacked Akashiya Moka.

"Mixed-race...mixed-race...I'm not mixed-race at all! You don't know your own limitations! I..."

Akashiya Moka clenched her fists and said with a cold and arrogant expression.

"He is the true progenitor of the vampire clan!"

Then, with a clap of his hands, a tremendous gust of wind blew Diablo's blood mist back! (@Hulk)

Diablo, who had returned to his original form, was stunned by what he heard. It took him a while to react, and his face showed an expression as if he had heard something absurd.

"A True Ancestor? That kind of thing... that kind of thing is just a fantasy of some inferior vampire! How could there possibly be a king in the world who is not bound by any bloodline class, yet can rule over all classes of vampires?!"

Yes, there are!

Akashiya Moka answered naturally, and slowly grasped the cross hanging around her neck, then suddenly pulled it off.

Whoosh!

In an instant!

The pitch-black night sky was shrouded in blood, and even the moon turned blood red!

"Look, aren't I... the true progenitor among vampires?"

As she spoke, Akashiya Moka's long hair turned completely silver-white, her eyes turned blood-red, and her body swelled further, making her clothes even tighter.

Immediately, an indescribable sense of oppression descended, pressing Diablo's body to the ground, making it impossible for him to even stand up!

Diablo: ... (Sweating profusely)

Prisoner K: ... (Almost dead)

Old monk: ... (unconscious)