He pulled out the dagger with trembling hands and threw it away. A large part of his heart had been corroded, and the place where his hand touched the dagger quickly turned black.

Kenton looked at the group of manic low-level vampires chasing the curly-haired hunter madly, and suppressed them with blood suppression.

He scolded coldly: "What are you chasing? Do you think you can catch up with the Hunter Association's Gold Medal Blood Hunter? You are a bunch of rubbish that are only driven by instinct!"

The vampires lowered their heads and listened to the scolding in silence.

The wound on Eden's chest was healing at a slow but visible speed. His face darkened, "I actually soaked in holy water, damn blood hunter!"

If it was just the silver sword, he wouldn't be afraid, because the vampires have very fast self-healing abilities and can recover in less than a minute.

Kenton looked at the tombstone that had turned black and red, his eyes filled with madness, "As long as His Royal Highness wakes up, the vampires will have the final say in this world! The damn Hunter Association should all disappear! Hahahaha!"

Eden also stepped forward, staring at the tombstone with fiery eyes.

Soon, the tombstone emerged from the ground, the soil loosened, and a black and red coffin rose from the ground. The powerful blood suppression made all the vampires present tremble and kneel down on one knee unconsciously.

The coffin lid was pushed open, a pale hand rested on the edge, and then a person slowly sat up, his feminine face was extremely weak and pale.

He turned around and looked at the low-level vampires beside him, "Why did you, these inferior species, wake me up?"

"Your Highness, blood hunting has become more and more rampant over the past hundred years, suppressing our blood clan to the point where we have no room to survive. We want you to lead us back to our glory, back to the days when we could raise blood slaves at will!" Kenton said respectfully and excitedly.

"You useless bastards! Only a hundred years have passed, and you can't even beat humans." Parodo said contemptuously, "But it's also true. You have degenerated to this point, so it's normal that you can't beat humans."

"Let me be your king, kill all the blood hunters, and lead you back to the top."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!" The vampires cheered when they heard the words, and the sound was so loud that it scared away the ordinary bats in the distant forest.

"Kill all the blood hunters! Return to the top!"

"Kill all the blood hunters! Return to the top!!"

Morris adjusted the silver gun in his hand, pointed it at Parodo's heart, and prepared to shoot.

But just as his finger was about to press the trigger, the earth trembled and the dilapidated castle not far away began to disappear.

What followed was a magnificent dark red castle, with a blood moon hanging behind it, perfectly accentuating the weirdness and solemnity.

The vampire and Parodo who were surrounded by him began to tremble and knelt down together.

A dark red figure appeared on the castle, and the blood moon became her background.

From a distance, Morris could only vaguely make out the outline of a woman.

Almost instantly, the figure appeared in front of Parodo.

Her skirt was swaying as she stood against the moonlight, her face unclear. She was wearing dark Mary Jane shoes and a black and red Gothic-style knee-length skirt that rippled in the bloody moonlight, giving people the shudders.

The footsteps were silent, and the natural blood suppression made all the vampires kneel on the ground.

"It's so noisy." A cold voice came, a little hoarse and impatient.

Parodo raised his head tremblingly and shouted, "Your Majesty."

The only person who could make his whole body tremble was the leader of the blood clan whom he had seen from afar in the castle hundreds of years ago.

The person called Her Majesty the Queen lowered her eyes, and the castle behind her came alive. A group of blood-red bats flew out of it and ran towards the blood moon.