But the Vampire Mosquito King had actually chosen to surrender of its own accord. That was exceedingly rare. After thinking it over, Zhao Fu accepted the Vampire Mosquito King's submission.
The next moment, the Vampire Mosquito King put on a pitiful look and begged Zhao Fu for blood. Perhaps that was why it had submitted—solely for Zhao Fu's sacred blood. Otherwise, it would never have submitted to someone from Apocalypse World.
Since it liked his blood, Zhao Fu cut open his arm and let some blood flow for the Vampire Mosquito King to drink. Of course, Zhao Fu was not giving it away for nothing. That blood transformed into a blood restriction and entered the Vampire Mosquito King's body, merging with it.
One could not casually trust these creatures from beyond the realm. Restrictions had to be left behind; only with a means to control them could one be safe.
After the Vampire Mosquito King submitted, a small portion of the vampire mosquitoes did not follow it in surrender. Instead, they scattered and fled, seeming to regard the Vampire Mosquito King as a traitor.
Zhao Fu found this somewhat surprising. The creatures beyond the realm's hostility toward Apocalypse World was simply too great! Their former king had surrendered, yet was loathed and scorned by its former subordinates. Zhao Fu had rarely seen such a thing within Apocalypse World.
"Blood! I want more blood! Master's blood!"
A voice suddenly rang out in Zhao Fu's mind. He looked toward the Vampire Mosquito King, which had suddenly taken on a pained expression, feeling somewhat puzzled, as the voice had come from it.
Though he did not know what was happening, Zhao Fu still walked before the Vampire Mosquito King and cut open his wrist. Blood slowly flowed out, running down his arm and