I became the sun god.

"So... the high gods have disappeared?"

A heartfelt smile appeared on Dracula's face.

That kind of smile is very elegant, but it makes people shudder, as if the devil is grinning.

"This news...is really great!"

"I didn't expect that I could survive the attack of the doomsday."

"By the way... You said that there is a sect in the east that is suspected to be a sword fairy, and it also survived the end of the Dharma Era?"

"It seems that our experience is almost the same."

When mentioning the East, Dracula's eyes flashed fear:
"Although I don't have the wealth and power of the East, it is impossible to own a small world."

"But inside my golden coffin, it can be regarded as a world of its own, completely isolated from outside influences."

"Coupled with the vitality of the blood race, this will allow me to survive the end of the law."

Dracula muttered to himself, as if he had found the answer to everything.

Then he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, staring at the few nobles present:
"So... except for the immortal cultivators in the East, the Titans in Northern Europe, the gods in Fusang, and the beast gods in Egypt... have those damned fellows in the Holy See recovered?"

"Except for that hypocritical God, and his disgusting bastards, is there any sign of recovery?"

The powerful aura of the extraordinary was unreservedly released, making everyone present feel the fear from the soul.

The Blood Race used to dominate the West!
Together with the werewolves, they brought a shadow of terror to the West.

If it weren't for the Holy See, which holds the power of light, the entire Middle Ages would have collapsed completely, and there would be no cultural revival.

But even so, in that extremely backward era, vampires and werewolves still plunged the Middle Ages into darkness.

Dark Middle Ages!

This is the scene described by Dracula in a few words during the chat.

At that time, vampires and werewolves were the rulers of the medieval west.

Even the Holy See has to consider the cost of offending a grand duke or even a prince.

In that era, there was an eerie balance of darkness and light.

Of course, this balance is limited to central Europe.

After all, there are other myths that exist throughout Europe.

In Dracula's description, the decaying gods on Mount Olympus are existences that cannot be offended.

They manipulated the wars of the world, gambled on the victory of mankind, and lived a life of corruption and immortality.

As long as you don't provoke them, everything will be fine.

If they provoke those gods and disrupt their boring games, they might send the gods to destroy the blood race.

Ordinary gods, the top powerhouses in the blood race, may not be inferior.

But there is an Apollo in Greece!

He is the natural nemesis of the vampires!

And in Egypt, those gods were equally powerful, and their king was Ra.

Under such circumstances, even the proud blood clan can only compete with the Holy See for the soil of survival on this land.

Facing Dracula's questioning, the nobles felt suffocated, and answered with difficulty:
"According to the information we have received, the Holy See has no news of the recovery of the gods."

"Even...they haven't publicly demonstrated superhuman strength."

"Hahahaha!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Dracula laughed out loud:

"good, very good!"

"In the age when the gods were sleeping, this group of damned ants actually developed faith for God."

"It's also time to let them know the fear of being dominated by the blood race."

Dracula looked ferociously, looked at several nobles, and said in a commanding tone:

"Prepare the blood of three hundred people for me."

"When I recover some of my strength, I will let the Holy See know that the glory of the blood race still exists."

The blood of three hundred people?

Where the hell am I going to find you?
Do you really think that killing people in the Middle Ages is the same as killing chickens?

Although I don't know the situation outside, but I want to know it with my butt, and someone is already investigating.

Just wait until tomorrow morning, when the endless pressure will be overwhelmed, you still want me to find blood for you?

Several nobles showed embarrassment.

Dracula showed a dissatisfied expression, then chuckled lightly, and said in a seductive voice:
"You guys have to think about it."

"It's very likely that I'm the only one left in the blood race now."

"The noble blood family is in urgent need of fresh blood."

"If you make a contribution, I don't mind granting you eternal life and strength, and becoming a member of the noble blood family."

As an antique, Dracula is easy to read people's hearts.

Sure enough, as soon as Dracula finished speaking, the expressions of several people changed.

Amidst the excitement and madness, several people nodded heavily:

"Master Dracula, don't worry, we will do our best to ensure the supply of blood."

"Um…"

Dracula nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the darkness outside the window, and the whole body began to be filled with blackness, and then amidst the clattering sound, he turned into countless bats and flew towards the depths of the manor.

"I'm waiting for your good news in the basement."

After Dracula dropped these words, his whole body disappeared, leaving only a faint darkness still pervading.

Several nobles waited for a while, and after confirming that Dracula had disappeared, someone said leisurely:
"Master Dracula can be regarded as a mythical existence."

"Although it is not a god-level existence, it also has an immortal life."

"I don't care what you think, I'm too old, I don't want to face my weaker body."

"Next, I will pay all the price to meet Master Dracula's request."

As he said that, the old man took out his phone as if no one else was there, and began to issue commands remotely.

"You can't monopolize the benefits."

"The current blood group has no leader, and it is the time when we are needed."

"As long as we can become a noble blood family, our family will also be immortal."

Among the several old men present, which one is not thoughtful?

He dared to risk his life to meet the legendary vampire just for the chance of eternal life.

Now that Dracula has given the sweetness, it is impossible for them to refuse this opportunity.

basement.

A smile appeared on Qin Ran's face.

Creating bloodlines is really not that hard.

With the infinite growth characteristic of black blood, setting up the physique program of the blood race couldn't be easier.

Creating a blood race is just one of his goals.

What's more, let the world see the extraordinary power, and push the whole society into the embrace of extraordinary.

Only in this way can you have the opportunity to accelerate your extraordinary layout.

The power of the real world must be firmly grasped by oneself.

Among other things, there is a master god in another world who is eyeing him.

It is estimated that the main god will be very curious about the means by which he disappeared out of thin air.

Under such circumstances, only true strength can preserve itself.