Fagga suddenly felt dazed for a moment, staring blankly at the white-robed old man in front of him.
He couldn't understand why the vampire clan treated him this way.
A kind and friendly smile?
A thoughtful invitation?
No, no, no... I'm here to kill vampires. Shouldn't you all be shouting and killing right from the start?
Could it be...?
Fagga suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression immediately became alert. His body tensed up, and his searching gaze swept back and forth in the dimly lit room, trying not to miss any blind spots.
Before long, Fagga's eyes narrowed and his eyelids drooped.
There were indeed things in the room, specifically bombs, placed in a regular pattern in various corners of the room.
But... Fagar frowned.
A bomb of this caliber is only good for demolition work, not for killing me.
Moreover, aren't these guys afraid of injuring the enemy a thousand while losing ten thousand of their own?
You're in this room too!
"Don't be nervous, little one. Everyone here held you when you were little. What elder would hurt their own junior?"
The old man in white shook his head and chuckled; in his eyes, Fagga's nervous appearance was particularly adorable.
"My name is Bai, Bai Kunmutu. The younger generation in the clan all call me Old Bai."
Would you like me to tell you a story?
"In no mood!"
Fagga answered directly, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxing. He made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand, and a ball of flame shot out from his palm, transforming into a blade in no time.
Fagga raised the blade:
"Kidnapping you and then ordering all the mixed-blood vampire soldiers to give up resistance is clearly more cost-effective."
"Every second on the battlefield someone will be sacrificed, and my time cannot be wasted by you."
Having said that, Fagga slashed out with his sword, the purplish-red blade light tearing through the fangs and lunging forward, about to overturn the conference table and head straight for Elder Bai.
In Fagga's logic, one should first make a cut as a test.
If the opponent has a backup plan, then this blade of light will cause you to suffer the consequences.
If the opponent is caught off guard, this blade of light will sever his arm.
Faga believed that this minor injury should not be enough to kill the vampire.
His life is still useful.
However, to Faga's surprise, just as the blades collided, a gaunt and frail-looking elder suddenly stood up.
He grabbed with both hands, his expression ferocious, his withered hands covered with exposed veins, as if he were using all his strength to support himself.
At the final and most crucial moment, it stood in front of Elder Bai, and the purplish-red blade light crashed into him fiercely!
Bang!
The flash of the blade vanished, and the small flames that had been boiling in the air were abruptly extinguished.
The emaciated elder was sent flying, crashing into a huge electronic screen at the end of the conference room before finally coming to a stop.
*Sizzle* *Thud!*
The huge electronic screen fell down and landed on the clan elder.
"Ah, so be it. Although the shroud is a bit stiff, compared to the other children who died far from home, at least you, my old friend, are closer to the glory of the true ancestor."
Old Bai sighed, shook his head, turned back, and said softly, "Since my old friend has already paid with his life, child, would you please let me finish telling you the story?"
I don't want to hear it!
Fagga slashed down with his sword, and then another flash of light appeared.
Then another elder stood up and stood in front of Elder Bai.
Old Bai ignored Faga; even as his old friend's corpse passed by, his voice remained unwavering.
"Actually, vampires are not much different from the Greeks that humans generally perceive. We are just naturally stronger and more limited."
Thump!
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