The remaining vampires were horrified. All they saw was a streak of black energy shoot out from the old vampire's forehead and enter the coffin. The next instant, the ancient vampire who had lived for two thousand years lost all vitality. His fairly ornate clothes fell to the ground, mixed with a few grains of sand. That was the last thing he left behind in this world.
The golden tome fell into the dust. The remaining vampires were terrified and turned to flee, but an invisible wall of air seemed to block their path.
"How old-fashioned. Not an ounce of creativity. I only slept for twenty years; there was no need to wake me with such a backward method." A somewhat hoarse female voice rang out from within the coffin. Then, a black-haired woman in black robes, dressed extremely revealingly, sat up from the coffin. She picked up the golden tome and casually flipped through it, her tone brimming with disdain.
"Supreme Queen, you are the jewel of our race, you are..." Another vampire who also appeared rather old hurriedly bowed in salute. After showing his submission, he tried to follow the established procedure, buttering her up while explaining their purpose.
But the black-haired woman did not even glance at him. Her lips moved slightly, and another black vortex emerged from the old vampire's forehead. She sucked it into her mouth like a milkshake, then licked her lips.
"Too long-winded. You don't taste good either. Too foul." Her face was full of disgust. After consecutively absorbing the life force of two vampires, the black-haired woman's skin regained its luster and her body recovered its vitality. After stretching her limbs, she stepped out of the coffin.
She had delicate features, a cold demeanor, and a curvaceous figure. Her only flaw was