Corpses were everywhere—vampires, werewolves, witches, and vampire hunters.

This was a massacre specifically targeting vampires. Werewolves, witches, and vampire hunters joined forces to devise a meticulous plan to wipe out the vampire race. Unfortunately, they did not expect that the terrifying and irresistible progenitor of vampires would awaken at this time.

The baby in the swaddling clothes had big, grape-like eyes, very white skin, and slightly curly, beautiful golden hair.

It was the first time Craig had ever seen such clean and clear eyes. She wasn't afraid of him at all, and her eyes darted around as she looked him over.

When she saw his eyes, which were different from those of ordinary people, she actually laughed and tried to reach out her chubby little hands, which were wrapped in swaddling clothes, as if she wanted to touch him.

The progenitor of vampires, who had been asleep for thousands of years, felt a sense of wonder for the first time. A subtle feeling arose in his heart, and he unexpectedly did not want to kill this poor little life, even though the other party was a half-blood child born of a vampire hunter and an Eastern witch.

Nan Zhi soon felt sleepy and, as if manipulated, she fell asleep involuntarily.

When Nanzhi woke up again, she saw a magnificent medieval-style palace room with crystal chandeliers and medieval-style furniture everywhere, including intricately carved wooden chairs, marble tables, and decorative bed frames.

Perhaps because it was daytime and there was no one else in the room, even though the sunlight was streaming in from outside, Nanzhi felt that the room was chilly, like an ice cellar. Luckily, she was wrapped in swaddling clothes, which kept her warm.

Nan Zhi observed quietly for a while, and only stopped organizing the dimensional information after confirming that it was safe.

The one you were trying to seduce that time wasn't the progenitor of vampires, Ariel.

The person who arrived was none other than Clair. As a cold and arrogant vampire nobleman, I rarely have such emotional moments.

Normally, Corlad is as stubborn as a mule, and no one can persuade him. With just a few words from Alaire, without even explaining the reason, I obediently nodded.

I rushed over, so excited I almost knelt down before Alaire.

As it spoke, it revealed its terrifying fangs, tore open the swaddling clothes, and bent down to bite Wanju's neck.

Left with no other choice, the wizard had to join forces with werewolves and vampire hunters, planning to slaughter all other vampires after the vampire progenitor awakens, and then kill the vampire progenitor in one fell swoop.

The shadow slowly approached from within. Wanju opened her small eyes and saw a deep, enchanting face. She couldn't help but laugh.

As I wiped away my tears, I cried to Alair, "Brother, he knows he's here. You've been so sad. These wizards and werewolves often bully you. Now that he's awake, you should hurry back and wipe out our lair."

Nanzhi's mission this time is to quell the war between male witches, werewolves, vampire hunters, and vampires.

But vampires can cry.

Before the opponent's fangs even reached your veins, just when you thought you were about to die, you saw the vampire noble behind you seemingly released from restraint, his body stiffening as he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Nanzhi had been lounging outside the room mischievously, but she was so hungry that she started to move around to see if there was anything to eat outside. That's when she saw the door open.

Once the male wizard disappears from that world, it won't only be safe for werewolves and vampire hunters; it's likely that no human will be able to become a vampire's blood slave.

If the vampires had been nearly wiped out that time, I might have woken up.

Outside the small door was a magnificent palace, its splendor breathtaking. The faces of the vampire nobles were reflected in the crystal chandelier; I was blonde with red eyes, stunningly beautiful.

Although the original owner did not die at the hands of the vampire, she was abandoned and was first carried away by wild beasts, dying in the jungle.

Nan Zhi thought it was Wan Jushu who had returned, and was about to laugh bitterly when she reached out to hug her when she saw a familiar and handsome face.

That time, for some reason, the progenitor of vampires actually took you back to that castle, which was a pleasant surprise.

Clair was about to tell Alaire about what had happened over the years when he suddenly heard a baby crying. Vampires' seven senses are usually very sharp, and the sound seemed particularly noisy in his ear.

Alair's lifespan is not yet many years, and as the leader of the vampires, I possess absolute and supreme power within the vampire clan.

But I seem to loathe my vampire identity, and before handing over power to Clair, I chose to go into slumber.

But halfway through, Clair, the seventh-generation vampire and the most loyal fan of the progenitor of vampires, awakened Alaire with the blood of a human.

Following my gaze, I saw a short, slender figure standing behind the French windows. The person had long, silvery-white hair that reached their waist, and unusual heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue. They looked indifferently at the scenery inside, and the golden moonlight bathed me, as if I were coated with a layer of light.

Originally, the wizards, werewolves, and vampire hunters all acted independently because they shared the same political views. However, the wizard foresaw that the progenitor of vampires would awaken in the future and join forces with the vampires to slaughter all the wizards. The wizards were in a panic.

Nanzhi tried to scream for help, but her voice turned into the cry of a baby.

The other person was clearly a vampire as well, staring at you with bloodshot eyes and a greedy expression.

But even though this ancestor knows where he went, you can easily turn over while lying on the floor.

Wan Jushu's voice has always been very calm.

The only way is to give birth to the offspring of the progenitor of vampires.

Rumor has it that the curse of the first male wizard created vampires, but did you ever imagine that with the advent of vampires, things would completely slip out of your control?

Allair helped me up, slapped my shoulder irritably, and said, "He had a tough time all those years."

"Brother, so he was out there."

"Cole, no."

The first male wizard had not yet passed away, and although the male wizards who came after him were of the same lineage, their power was becoming weaker and weaker.

Just as Nanzhi was pondering a solution, a stunningly handsome vampire nobleman walked through the dark corridor and pushed open a small, antique-carved door.

It is a Western fantasy world where vampires, wizards, werewolves, and vampire hunters vie for status and dominance.

The original owner was just a baby, only a month old. In the alternate story, your parents were missing while fighting against vampires.

Wan Jushu almost cried. My red eyes only turn red when I'm excited or when I see blood, and my eyes are even more excessively red.

"Okay, brother, you should listen to him."

Corlad frowned instinctively. I understood why there were no baby sounds outside the castle. Just as I was getting annoyed and wanted to stop the sound instantly, I saw Alaire's figure behind me.

"What a delicious sweetheart! Come on, let Uncle have a good meal."