El condensed the blood mist into a red crystal ball, which he held in his hand like a walnut.

He was instilling fear in his prey through words, which would make the meat more tender.

However, he was right; the vampires before him faced the exact same situation as Archduke Charles.

"But you didn't even use a spell, how did you do that?"

"This problem... is it because I'm exceptionally gifted?"

Lies. In reality, El's affinity for water, like other elemental affinities, is a talent he developed through diet.

Eating vampires greatly increases one's affinity for blood magic. Over the years, El has been hunting vampires in large numbers in search of the legendary flesh that can regenerate infinitely.

The blood magic talent has been stacked to a terrifying level.

Let alone the vampire grand duke, even if the vampire prince were here, he might not be able to go toe-to-toe with El.

This is the thing that El's enemies fear most, and almost every magic-type monster has to face: their magic attacks are ineffective against the enemy and can even be used against them.

Aside from Light and Holy, El's affinity for other attributes has reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

The vampire lord was unaware of these things; he simply felt that today might truly be the end for him.

If you can't win in melee combat and your magic gets stolen, how are you supposed to play? This game has absolutely no balance!

"Human beings, will one of us inevitably die today?"

"Not necessarily. I'm not here to kill you outright, so don't be so scared."

Grand Duke of Vampires: ?

El's answer caused a question mark to appear above the heads of both El and the adventurer beside him.

"What is this guy talking about?"

The warrior was just about to advise El that a high-level monster like the Vampire Grand Duke should not be let go.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard El's follow-up question.

"Let me confirm this first. As a high-ranking vampire, if you lose a hand, foot, or wing, or any other body part, it can regenerate, right?"

"That's right, this is my immortality. It's very difficult for you to really kill me, so why don't we each take a step back?"

Driven by its survival instinct, it answered the question subconsciously, only to find that the hunger that had been gripping it was becoming even more pronounced.

That greed, that hunger and desire, seemed to want to devour it completely, from flesh to bone, not even the slightest bit of residue would be spared.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing. Didn't I say before that I especially love vampire chicken wings?"

However, your problem is similar to that of the gargoyles. Gargoyles only have one brain to eat, while you only have a pair of roasted wings.

But the first vampire friend I ate, the red-eyed bat, told me that vampires can regenerate wings once they reach the rank of Marquis.

In other words, a marquis can replenish his flesh indefinitely, which made it incredibly difficult for me to find a high-ranking vampire.

The more the vampire duke spoke, the more he retreated, but he had nowhere left to retreat.

"This time, we've finally waited for the Grand Duke of Vampires, and he really is exactly as my friend described."

"You're only here to mess with me because of an unlimited supply of chicken wings?"

I am a vampire grand duke! You are trampling on my dignity!

How can you look down on monsters like that? In your eyes, my meaning is just endless chicken wings?

And what is that giant red-eyed bat? That thing deserves to die!