He had already seen the contents of the yellow coffin; it was a body that was almost a dried-up corpse.
During the time they were fighting, the mummified corpse had undergone a complete transformation.
In addition to transforming from a mummified corpse into a rounded human body, his gender also changed.
Gao Ang was certain that what he had seen before was definitely a man's body, without any female characteristics.
Whether it's the hip bone, the pelvis, or even the ribcage, they all form the skeletal structure of a man.
However, in just a short time, this guy actually changed his gender, from an old man to an old woman.
Moreover, his—no, it should be her—appearance has also changed.
From being skin and bones to becoming lifelike, and charming and ever-changing.
It may be due to the absorption of blood nucleus fluid and the stimulation of nuclear radiation that some areas have begun to enlarge, while others have begun to narrow.
When she stood up, what appeared before everyone was a perfect mature woman who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a wasp waist, plump breasts, and a figure close to the golden ratio.
Calling her a mature woman might not be appropriate; she should be described as an old hag.
"Congratulations, clan leader."
"Congratulations to the clan chief on his return from seclusion."
The other three old men stepped forward to offer their congratulations, showing little surprise at the old witch's transformation.
Gao Feng was dumbfounded; this was completely beyond his comprehension.
He had heard of gender reassignment surgery, but that involved modern medical procedures such as cutting or implanting something, and administering hormones, all of which were based on scientific evidence.
But how did this old hag come about?
He knew very well that in those few short minutes, there was absolutely no external force that could have re-polished her pelvic area.
It was as if the bone cells automatically reorganized and transformed according to her own will.
This ability is somewhat similar to his own All-Power Field.
Logically speaking, he could also reorganize himself in this way.
However, there is a problem: the structure of its own cells is very robust, and breaking them down and reorganizing them would require a great deal of unknown energy.
Moreover, he wasn't sure if he would end up looking like a mishmash of creatures, which would be incredibly embarrassing.
Therefore, he has never dared to have such cosmetic surgery on himself. In addition, he feels that his current facial features and figure are very nice, and there is no need to do anything unnecessary.
"Wait, the commotion you made when you came out of seclusion feels a lot like the descriptions in Eastern fantasy novels, doesn't it?"
Gao Ang had to interrupt the four old geezers' self-indulgent ramblings; he was still here.
Upon hearing his voice, the four old men turned their heads in unison and glared angrily in his direction.
"Where did this brat come from? Show your true colors. There's no need to hide anything in front of our clan."
A voice that was neither male nor female, but clearly dominated by a female voice, came out of the mouth of the old hag in yellow clothes.
"If you just show up like that, wouldn't I lose face?"
Gao Ang curled his lip and charged straight at the old green-haired geezer. Before the old man could react, Gao Ang punched him to the ground.
He didn't use much force with that punch, and the old green-haired bastard was left breathless, only able to exhale.
"That's it? I thought you guys were much more impressive..."
The other three old fogies looked at their green companion in fear and took several steps back, almost back to the base of the wall.
They had thought that after this period of seclusion and physical restructuring, their strength would be greatly enhanced.
But they never expected that the old man in green couldn't withstand a single punch.
What terrifies them most is that even now, they don't know who their opponent is.
There was nothingness, no images, only a sound.
Judging from the voice, it sounds like a young person, but who knows?
Aren't they the same? You can't tell someone's age just by their voice.
"This guy... his sudden attack is a bit too much, isn't it?"
The old hag with the yellow hair spoke, and at this moment, her voice had completely transformed into that of a mature, sophisticated young woman, with a hint of allure.
"Is that going too far? What have you all done? You're not pretending you don't know anything, are you?"
Seeing the other person frown and try to recall, Gao Ang continued, "Biob is from your Bethel family, isn't he?"
"That's right, he's my junior. He... offended you?"
The old purple-haired geezer replied, but took another step back.
“He killed more than two hundred people, and it was a massacre. Among those he killed were my compatriots.”
Hearing Gao Ang's words, the three of them felt a little more relaxed.
"They were just ordinary people, they died and that's it, I thought..."
Before the purple-haired old man could finish speaking, he followed in the footsteps of the green-haired old man.
He was kicked into the stone wall by Gao Feng, leaving a footprint on his chest. Through his chest cavity, one could see his shattered internal organs and the stone wall behind him.
"You..." The purple-clad old man uttered only this last word before he breathed his last.
He never understood why a single sentence could take his life until his death.
The remaining two old fogies looked at each other and couldn't help but swallow.
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
For the first time, they experienced the real fear of death.
"Sir, let's talk this out. Isn't it a bit excessive for you to directly take the lives of two members of my Bethel family?"
The old hag finally stopped her seductive poses and asked a question with forced composure.
"I'm not here to curry favor with you. Those two old geezers deserved to die. What, you want an explanation?"
The last old man quickly waved his hand, "No, no, please tell me what you need."
He was genuinely terrified; he hadn't even seen the person yet, and two of his own had already died.
They are vampires, that's true, but they are also human. They are not like the legends, able to resurrect indefinitely. When they die, they are truly dead.
"My first question: everything Biob did, was it all at your behest?"
"You're wronging us. We've been here all day, studying the path to immortality. We haven't had a chance to go out..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Gao Ang slapped him three meters away, saying, "Do you think I'm a fool? These bathhouse things and the material of coffin lids just appeared out of thin air?"
The old man struggled on the ground for a while, then barely managed to get up and leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.
He was terrified by Gao Feng's slap. He had only watched before, but now he truly experienced the guy's abnormal strength.
One slap nearly shattered his skull.
"Please calm down, Your Excellency... The person you mentioned is a junior of ours... We really only asked them to collect wealth; how they collected it was entirely up to their personal preferences. Rest assured, Your Excellency, when he returns, I will definitely teach him a lesson and make him apologize to Your Excellency."
He lay back down on the ground, not daring to lift his head, and explained in a low voice.
"An apology is fine, but he's gone. My second question is, where is your wizard?"
Gao Ang played a little trick on this issue.
He didn't ask if there were any wizards, but instead asked them directly where the wizards were.
The old man didn't answer directly, but instead stole a glance at the old witch in the yellow robe.
"Bang"
Gao Ang grabbed a coffin lid and smashed it directly onto the old hag.
The coffin lid, weighing nearly a ton, pressing down on a beautiful and voluptuous body, just doesn't seem quite right.
However, in Gao Ang's eyes, these old fogies were all monsters, madmen, and the masterminds behind the murder of those crew members, so he had no pity for them whatsoever.
"Answer my questions properly. If you try anything funny, I'm losing patience."
Ang Gao glanced at the old hag, who was lying in a sorry state under the coffin lid, blood gushing from her mouth, and countless bones broken.
If Gao Feng hadn't deliberately protected her life, that old hag would have been dead long ago.
The old man glanced in the direction of the yellow-haired old hag and said fearfully, "That wizard has already run away."
"when?"
"Two days ago, he said that an unknowable great terror was about to come, and that was all he left behind."
How can I contact him?
"Can't get in touch... Ah!"
Finally, the old man's leg was stomped on by Gao Ang and broken in two.
The old man had long lost his initial elegance and pleaded like a dead dog, "We really can't get in touch with him. He lived longer than us, how would we know where he went?"
How many wizards are there in this world?
“We have one here, the Dort family has two, and I don’t know about the others elsewhere. By the way, you can go check with the Dort family; maybe he went there.”
Gao Ang chuckled softly and patted the old man's cheek. "Are you trying to shift the blame? What grudge does the Dort family have against you?"
The old man licked his lips, sucked back some of the blood core fluid that had slid down his cheek, and then said, "There's no real grudge, but there are only so many resources in the world. If they take more, we'll get less."
Gao Ang nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. Let me ask you another question: Are wizards really that terrifying? Biob said he's never seen a wizard in action in his life. Have you ever seen one?"
The old man in green quickly shook his head. "No, you'll have to ask our Chief Bethel."
After saying that, the purple-haired old man turned his gaze to the yellow-haired old hag.
"asshole."
The old hag muttered a curse under her breath, then took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I've only witnessed the magic of a sorcerer once, and that was in the far east, more than a hundred years ago..."
Next, the old witch recounted her experiences in the East to Gao Ang.
This conversation lasted for an hour, during which Gao Ang raised many questions, which the old witch answered one by one.
It's clear that she's also afraid of death, and she's a typical bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong. When she encounters someone more cunning than her, she becomes as sleazy as a rat.
"Back when you invaded the East, didn't you encounter any people just as... perverted as you? Like the cultivators in novels?"
Many novels contain similar plots, suggesting that the mysterious cultivators of the East were unable to participate in the war for various reasons, which led to their invasion by evil forces from the West.
"No, we weren't actually that great back then. We just had a slight advantage in artillery, and we didn't encounter any strange people. Your Eastern myths and our Western myths are probably the same—they're all lies."
Gao Ang sighed slightly in disappointment. He had thought that since the vampires existed, it meant that those legends about cultivating immortality were also true.
"However, one of the reasons for invading your East back then was indeed because of those mysterious forces you mentioned."
The old hag struggled to crawl out from under the coffin lid and leaned against the wall, panting.
“Back then, some missionaries returned from the East and said that there had always been legends of immortality in your history. Our clan happened to be troubled by the suffering of immortality, so several major families joined forces and launched a war to invade the East.”
However, we did underestimate the resilience of the Eastern peoples. In that invasion war, our families were also severely weakened. Although you don't have the physical strength and recovery ability of us Easterners, your mysterious Eastern martial arts still caused us a lot of trouble. Several of us were seriously injured in that war.
Actually, that war wasn't without its gains. The spirit-gathering arrays on these coffins were copied directly from those ancient texts. We don't know the specific principles, but the effect is real; they can indeed gather a certain energy from the ore and reflect it onto us.
At this point, the old witch glanced at the coffin lid beside her and even reached out to touch it. "The only problem is that, due to this nuclear radiation, we can't return to our normal lives. We can only hide in this bottomless underground."
"Just like a rat?"
Gao Feng made a sarcastic remark, then asked, "Why did you think of using nuclear radiation?"
"Over the past hundred years, we have tried many other energy sources, but none of them are sustainable enough, and those energy sources are difficult to integrate into our bodies. Only nuclear radiation, that is, nuclear energy, can meet our needs."
"You have a branch in the Sand Kingdom, right?"
Gao Ang thought of the Green Rabbit Organization.
"Sand Kingdom? No, we belong to different camps, how could we possibly establish a branch there?"
The old hag's answer left Gao Ang slightly disappointed.
If the Green Rabbit organization is unrelated to the Bethel family, then it must be a completely different organization.
In other words, the "Xiamen" that was monitoring them didn't seem to have any deep connection with these filthy vampires.
But why does he have a grudge against TS Group?
"One last question: what is the origin of your vampire mutation, or rather, who was the first generation of vampires?"
The old hag didn't answer Gao's question directly. Instead, she raised her head and stared at the void in front of her. "If I answer this question, will you let me go?"
She only said to let her go, not to let "them" go.
Ang Gao glanced at the old man in purple; it seemed that the two of them weren't so united and harmonious after all.
However, he was too lazy to deal with the conflicts between vampires, and he had no intention of letting them go, so he spoke the truth: "If I say yes, do you believe me? If I say no, do you believe me? So, answer honestly. If there is something that can enlighten me, I might really spare your life."
Hearing Gao Ang say that, the old witch breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you said that. I was really afraid you would have just said yes directly."
With a raised eyebrow, he thought, "Wow, who says villains are all brainless? Look at his intelligence."
"We don't know the root cause of the mutation, but we have speculated that it may be a gene mutation."
My juniors seem to have reported to me that our base pairs have two unit factors, which is different from ordinary people, but the reason for this difference has not been found to date.
As for the first generation of vampires you mentioned, that might be me.
"You're a first-generation vampire? Isn't the legend of vampires quite old?"
The old hag shifted her position to make herself more comfortable. "Do you think I'm lying?"
"If I were you, I wouldn't try to be clever anymore. I would tell you everything I know to avoid getting hurt."
"Your Excellency may think I am a coward who fears death, right?" The old hag chuckled and continued, "In any case, our Bethel family is a noble family. I have been on the battlefield, been wounded, and even broken my leg. This injury is really nothing to worry about."
Actually, I know that when you arrived here, none of us had a chance of survival.
Before, I was only fighting for that tiny chance, but now I'm certain you won't let me go. Why should I say anything more? Why should I betray my race?
Gao Ang didn't know why the old hag's attitude had suddenly changed so drastically, but he could tell from her expression and words that she really didn't want to talk anymore.
What information did you receive from the outside world?
That's impossible. In his full-power field, he would notice any movement in advance.
Forget about communication signals, he suppressed even an abnormal atomic fluctuation.
"I'll give you one last chance. I promise I'll spare your life, but all three of them will die."
No sooner had he finished speaking than, with three loud "plop plop plop" sounds, the three old geezers were smashed into mincemeat by Gao Ang using three coffin boards.
To ensure they died completely, Gao Ang had them cremated; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say their bones were reduced to ashes.
He did this for two reasons: one was to avenge the crew members, and the other was to intimidate the old hag.
He simply couldn't believe that she wasn't afraid at all when she saw her companion die so tragically.
"Hahaha, do you think I'd believe that? If I didn't kill them, I might have given you a little more information, but you've already harmed my juniors. Do you think you'd let me, the culprit in your eyes, go unpunished?"
The old hag seemed fearless of death, or perhaps even seeking it, and burst into laughter.
Gao Ang sighed. He was still too young, or rather, there were indeed differences in ideology between the East and the West.
"Fine, since you're asking for death, I'll grant your wish. But I won't let you die so easily. I can tell you very clearly that I'm going to wipe out your Bethel family, and the Dort family won't be around for long either. You should go report to your ancestors first."
After saying this, Gao Ang kept a close eye on the old witch's every move.
To his surprise, the old hag closed her eyes and stretched out her smooth, white neck to await death. Although there were some blood beads on her neck, it gave her a somewhat tragic and beautiful appearance.
"Then, go die!"
...
Despite the commotion at the bottom, the others in the castle continued playing music and dancing as usual, completely unaware that their chieftain had vanished into thin air.
It took nearly an hour for Gao Yang to build the stone chamber into a semi-solid structure.
After doing all this, he planned to leave.
However, as he passed by a certain room, he was attracted by something inside.
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