The Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess had been destroyed.
Destroyed by the Vampire spawn they had raised themselves—or rather... by their mouths.
All the believers, adventurers, and townspeople stared dumbfounded at what was happening during the ritual.
Visually speaking, calling it a "hellish scene" would not have been an exaggeration.
Terrifying, bloody, heretical...
Yet at the same time, there was something absurdly comical about it.
The pale, muscular, zombie-like mutated Vampire spawn madly pounced on the once-lofty priests and deacons. They pinned them to the ground, opened their blood-filled maws, and bared rows upon rows of sharp fangs.
The teeth of these mutated spawn were far denser than those of normal spawn. Compared with the usual Vampire method of piercing two holes with two fangs to drink blood, they were far more efficient—this was bloodletting in the truest sense.
Their ringed teeth clamped down like those of a bottom-dwelling demonic fish. Once they bit, there was no way they would let go.
It truly was a savage scene of predation.
If only the places they were biting had not been a little awkward.
Clearly, for spawn who had lost their minds to the scent of blood, biting wherever blood flowed was undoubtedly the most straightforward choice.
So naturally, the places they bit were...
Jia Xiu watched the scene before him with a twisted expression, feeling as though his sanity had been contaminated.
If he did not watch, he would regret it for a day.
If he watched, he would regret it for a year.
On top of that, Vampires carried an enchantment when they bit people, one that made the victim excited. The deacons were all caught in a strange experience of pain mixed with pleasure.
At this moment, there was a direct comparison between the agony of a