Mother and the Evil God Have No Grudge

Székesfehérvár, Hungary.

This city, nicknamed the White City, was a small tourist destination with a population of only about one hundred thousand.

Now, it had been accidentally dragged into the Subspace and assaulted by monsters within the thick fog; the entire city had been ravaged, leaving not a single living soul behind.

Dracula stood in a cemetery outside the city with a dozen vampires and a single Templar knight.

A few kilometers in front of the cemetery stood a gate perched on the edge of the Subspace, waiting for someone fated to open it.

Although they had been waiting for several hours, Dracula maintained his composure and grace, as patient as a sycophant waiting for his beloved.

The Templar knight stood beside him like a wooden stake, motionless.

The dozen vampires did not possess such patience, and they had privately grumbled more times than they could count.

Bevis hid cautiously on the outermost perimeter; the gazes these vampires cast toward an outsider like him were far from friendly.

If not for Dracula keeping them in check, Bevis had no doubt that this group of vampires would have pounced on him to tear him apart the moment they had the chance.

His current state of mind was conflicted; he both hoped Fang Cheng would appear to rescue him from this dangerous situation and hoped that Fang Cheng would not step into this trap.

Amidst this contradictory and tense mood, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several more hours had passed.

The vampires grew increasingly impatient, as the monsters had turned their attention toward them after slaughtering every living thing in the city.

Soon, the cemetery was surrounded by countless monsters, forcing them to clear the area themselves.

"Father."

Daisy walked to Dracula's side. "So much time has