Prince Dracula and his companions came from the River of Blood, so naturally they also stayed in the underworld for a while.
The most powerful being in the underworld was the King of Hell, who clearly relied on his faith to possess such strength. In his eyes, that little bit of strength was simply not enough; he could easily crush the other party.
Shi Miao and Ji Jingyao... no matter how strong they are, they are not much stronger than the King of Hell.
He looked down at his descendants, a hint of disdain flashing in his red eyes. He hadn't felt this way before, but after a thousand years among the demons, these descendants were truly too weak compared to the demons themselves. They wouldn't survive more than a month in the demon world. Even they had expended considerable effort to barely gain a foothold there. After a thousand years of tempering, their strength had truly leapt forward.
Therefore, before the Demon Lord and other elders come, they must improve their strength a little more so that they will have more capital to compete with them.
"You will come with me then." Prince Dracula made up his mind.
Count Dracula's face lit up with delight, his body trembling with excitement. He felt that this was a sign from the First Ancestor that he was cultivating him.
"Sir, where are my father and the others?" His father was also a duke of the blood clan, and he left with the ancestor that year.
Prince Dracula had almost forgotten about his descendants. A trace of discomfort crossed his face. His voice was low and lacked much emotion. "Due to some unexpected circumstances, they fell into deep sleep within the Silver Moon."
The moon is the symbol of the vampire race. Sleeping in the silver moon represents eternal death.
In reality, only a small number of the descendants Prince Dracula brought with him were lost in the battle; the rest were all devoured by him. After all, having just arrived in the Demon Realm, their strength was no match for the Demon Guardians and generals. They could only devour their own descendants in exchange for increasing their strength.
He was not the only one who did this, there were other ancestors as well.
Their descendants gained eternal life and power because of them, so it was only natural for them to dedicate everything to them.
Count Dracula, unaware of the true situation, was stunned for a moment before quickly accepting the reality. The Duke and the Lord's departure was a good thing for him. It meant his position in the family would be as solid as a rock, and he would be the first person below the prince.
As for whether the Dracula family would be weakened by this incident, he wasn't worried at all. As long as the ancestor was there, their position would be unshakable.
He seemed to have remembered something, and his tone became cheerful, "Sir, can we go over there at 8 o'clock on Saturday night?"
Prince Dracula looked at him, "Why did it take so long?"
With four days until Saturday, Prince Dracula had originally planned to take a break and devour Shi Miao and Ji Jingyao the day after tomorrow. However, his descendant actually suggested that he postpone the time.
Count Dracula gritted his teeth, his handsome face gnashing with anger as he recalled the grievances he'd suffered since waking up. "That's the day the Underworld will be broadcasting live. As long as we take action against the Underworld, Shi Miao and Ji Jingyao will definitely show up. We'll then showcase the elegance and power of our vampire race to the world. This will also maximize the impact on shaking humanity's faith in the Underworld."
He had endured enough of the humiliation he had endured during this period. He knew very well how those ignorant people slandered the vampires.
They said they were cowards, and after being slapped in the face by Shi Miao, they didn't even dare to say a word.
Some also say that they are old-fashioned people who eat raw meat and drink blood, and they should sleep in the ground forever.
They cannot retaliate against those who slander them.
He spoke with hatred about how Shi Miao had taken the direct descendants of the Blood Clan to the Eighteen Layers of Hell for torture and publicly executed them worldwide. He recounted how they had endured the humiliation and hardship of Shi Miao's repeated threats and beatings.
He did not forget those traitors and fiercely complained to the Cavendish and Bruch families. They betrayed the glory of Silver Moon and even flirted with ordinary people in order to curry favor with Shi Miao.
Prince Dracula's face darkened. He had probably guessed that the vampires' current situation might not be as good as he had imagined, but he hadn't expected it to deteriorate to this extent. Fortunately, they returned. If they hadn't returned, their descendants might have been wiped out.
He had always been aware of the power of Eastern magic, especially the gods there, whose strength was unimaginable. A thousand years ago, a vampire once coveted that land, but was struck dead by lightning before even setting foot on it. Since then, the vampires have tacitly ignored that place.
only……
"Are there any gods descending from the east now?"
In Prince Dracula's eyes, the King of Hell, who was forcibly elevated through faith, was not considered a true god.
Count Dracula shook his head. If there was a real God, he would not let Shi Miao, a human, steal all the limelight.
Prince Dracula learned a lot about Shi Miao and Ji Jingyao from his descendants, and also watched some videos on the Internet himself.
Shi Miao in the video is powerful and awe-inspiring, like a goddess descending.
As he watched, his expression became serious. Because Count Dracula emphasized Shi Miao, and time was urgent, he focused his information gathering on Shi Miao.
It's no wonder the Blood Clan was being suppressed. Shi Miao might be young, but her talent was truly enviable. She possessed so much Merit Qi, even going so far as to use it to beat people. Even in the world of cultivation, she wouldn't waste it like that! It wasn't until he went to the Demon Realm that he realized how valuable Merit Qi was, and how it could even naturally restrain dark creatures like the Blood Clan.
It was conceivable that Shi Miao's aptitude was top-notch even in the demon world. If he could devour her flesh and blood, he had a premonition that he would break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of a true god.
Looking at the longsword transformed from the energy of merit in the video, Prince Dracula's expression grew even more solemn. If that thing struck him, he would surely be seriously injured. A few more hits and he would be completely dead.
He must come up with a defensive strategy, otherwise he will be the one to be embarrassed in front of netizens around the world.
Prince Dracula suddenly smiled, his fingers slightly bent, tapping the table lightly, his mood improved as he came up with a solution.
He could definitely contact the Cardinal. Although his return was brief, the information he had obtained from the outside world indicated that Country Z was far ahead in the mystical realm. No other country combined could match Country Z.
The defection of werewolves and some vampires was like thorns, piercing their hearts and making them bleed.
He didn't believe that the church had no opinion about Shi Miao. The Z country officials still did not recognize the identity of the bishop sent by the church.
The church tolerated their blood clan for the sake of benefits in the past, and now there are greater benefits at stake, and he believes that they will make the wisest choice.
If the church is willing to lend him holy objects, then there is nothing to worry about.
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