Blood Sickle
It tried to cleave the Blood Dragon apart, only for the Blood Dragon to bite down on the sickle's blade.
But after a brief stalemate, the Vampire Count suddenly exerted its strength, breaking free of the dragon fangs' restraint. With a ripping slash, it cleaved away the entire section from the Blood Dragon's mouth to its lower jaw!
"Roar!"
Having finally achieved a shred of success, the Vampire Count immediately let out a roar of venting frustration.
Vlad followed with a loud laugh. "Nothing but the shape of one!"
At the same time, the Vampire Count had already shredded the Blood Dragon into more than a dozen pieces!
However, Vlad was somewhat right—the Blood Dragon truly only possessed the shape of one.
Bastemon curled a finger, and the Blood Dragon that had been cut into over a dozen pieces each grew new heads and tails, transforming into more than a dozen smaller Blood Dragons. Then, from several directions, they fiercely bit down on the Vampire Count's body!
As they bit, those dozen or so Blood Dragons also turned their bodies into shackles, coiling around the Vampire Count and constricting it.
One of them even crawled up the sickle-wielding right arm, tugging it off and binding it tightly.
As the dozen or so Blood Dragons tightened their grip, the Vampire Count's screams rang out.
"Meow—"
Only then did Bastemon walk smilingly to the Vampire Count's front. She rose slightly onto her toes and lifted her exquisite head a little, her incomparably beautiful face aligning with the Vampire Count's eyes.
Then she raised a hand and thrust the tips of her sharp nails toward the Vampire Count's brow.
Her fingertip pierced the pale, rigid skin, and a drop of blood actually seeped out.
That drop of blood
was absorbed into