There is no hope left. For the vampire viscount, the current situation offers absolutely no hope.

In terms of strength, it was evident in their previous confrontation: when he went all out, his hand cracked, while El was unharmed.

In terms of speed, even though I was running away at full speed, I was still caught by my wings and had such a big pair of bat wings torn off.

"Human, can't we each take a step back? If you let me go today, I'll lure other monsters over here later and serve them to you as snacks."

"And I have a great deal of wealth. If you spare my life, all these treasures are yours!"

Instead of getting a response, it stepped on its belly and kicked it hard.

"Give me treasure? Foolish! I'll kill you, and all these things will be mine too."

The physical pain and repeated torment brought back the sanity that the vampire viscount had lost due to the energy frenzy.

Going berserk? Two big slaps across the face, and his eyes cleared up.

Lying on the ground, images flashed through the vampire viscount's mind—his life from birth to the present.

"Damn it, is today my end? As a powerful being who drinks blood and has killed countless humans, am I really going to become human food?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible! I won't allow this to happen!

The human hunter was indeed very strong, but I'm not completely without options..."

Magic, it still has magic.

By linking the energy core to its body, it now has enough magic power to try and explode against this guy.

Red lines flickered, and the violent aura caused cracks to appear on the monster's body.

The blood mist surged, transforming into a long spear, which was then hurled at El.

"Human, accept this, it's my final move!"

It was about to burn out completely; this move, leaving a wound on the enemy, would satisfy it.

The flashback I just saw seemed to have really unleashed this guy's full power; this attack was even more powerful than before.

However, reality often doesn't change because of passion; the gap in ability is like an insurmountable chasm.

"Smack..."

Just as the spear was about to reach his body, he raised his right hand and slapped it down with a palm strike.

Absolute power, coupled with the magic resistance from the gargoyles, leads to only one outcome.

It shattered. The vampire viscount's last hope was shattered with a single slap.

The magic's structure was destroyed, the crimson energy dissipated, and in the end, it had no effect other than blowing the black robes on El's body.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The vampire viscount was stunned. Could it actually be dreaming?

There were no extermination teams, nor any strange hunters who wanted to eat monsters.

This is just a dream; only in dreams can such fantastical scenes appear.

Otherwise, everything that just happened...

"Why would I have such a dream when a slap shattered my ultimate technique?"

The vampire viscount was bewildered, but El was in a good mood because he was about to harvest high-quality ingredients and decided to give his prey a sophisticated death.

"Is this your ultimate weapon? That lousy spear. Want to see mine instead?"