With a snap of his fingers, dark clouds suddenly gathered on the previously sunny sky.
"The celestial phenomena have changed?"
Numbly raising his head, the vampire viscount remembered such magical preludes.
The last time I saw magic powerful enough to alter the heavens was when his great-great-grandfather, a vampire prince, was beaten up by two human magicians.
One of them summoned a meteorite, which smashed the position prepared by the vampire prince.
All the traps and mechanisms, all the external magic supply equipment, were reduced to rubble.
The other one also summons a dark cloud.
In an instant, Lei Hai devoured the vampire who thought himself very strong, the lightning directly evaporating every drop of its blood and carbonizing every piece of its flesh.
The vampire prince was tough; he silently endured being hacked to pieces until nothing was left.
It and the other vampires watched the whole thing through binoculars from hundreds of miles away, and were terrified.
Now, the old fears have returned, though the dark clouds are not as large as before, nor do they flash with lightning, but they have lost their will to fight.
"No way, if you're so capable, why are you staying in this remote and impoverished place?"
A high-ranking mage came all this way just for me, a vampire. Am I even thinking straight?
These were its last words, for the rain that followed transformed into endless sharp blades, covering its body.
According to El's needs, the hair was shaved off, the internal organs were removed, and the flesh, still bloody, was separated from the body and cut into appropriately sized cubes.
This is not just an execution, but also a chef's precise handling of ingredients.
Finally, after a brief rain, only a white skeleton remained on the ground, without a trace of blood.
The skull is gone, because the brain was also dug out by El.
The flesh and blood were categorized by part and wrapped in water element, so that even the energy core that had not yet been consumed was not wasted.
It's over. The vampire viscount, who previously thought himself invincible, has become a feast about to head to the kitchen.
"Everyone, what are we here for again?"
"Sir, you're here to fight vampires, right?"
The punitive expedition team watching the whole thing felt like they were still in a dream.
What just happened? Why did this vampire die so easily? What were they here for?
Looking at the vampire viscount, who was nothing but bones and no one could figure him out, everyone had a strange feeling.
What does this feel like? It's like two people playing Go, a really intense and exciting game.
Even though their skills were just average and they were basically playing like noobs, they were playing with great passion and their whole being was fired up.
Just then, a passerby thought they were wasting too much time, grabbed the chessboard, and flipped the table over.
Incidentally, they used the chessboard to break a chess player's head, killing him...
Yes, that's right. The current situation can be described in a way that's absurd and baffling.
(Vampire Viscount: Indeed, and it's also quite baffling.)
Of course, El also had something to say, which is not surprising. He was just there for a meal.
These ingredients are a reward for his hard work and sweat. Is there a problem with that?
Is there a problem? He, El, has achieved his current strength entirely through his own hard work.
“It’s amazing. Just having these ingredients here is enough to give me a constant stream of inspiration.”
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