When he heard Charle's murmur and saw the Blood Pump and small swimming pool Charle had conjured, the Vampire Earl, whose neck was being gripped, froze for a moment. Then intense humiliation and fury surged up in his chest.
Vampires had always been the ones drinking other people's blood. Now someone actually wanted to bleed a vampire dry?
This was simply the ultimate humiliation!
The Vampire Earl's black hood slipped down, revealing the handsome, pale face beneath it, along with the blood-red eyes that marked a high-ranking vampire.
Icy rage churned within those pupils.
The Vampire Earl's hand clamped tightly around the wrist of the hand Charle was using to choke him, and he suddenly exerted force, trying to snap Charle's wrist.
But gripping Charle's wrist felt like grabbing an iron ingot forged from steel. Forget breaking it; he could not even inflict the slightest damage.
The vampire's considerable physical strength vanished without a trace against the Dragon Armor Spell covering Charle's body, unable to stir even the smallest ripple.
Instead, seeing that the Vampire Earl still dared to resist, Charle's eyes immediately turned cold. His free hand swung over with several hard slaps.
The Vampire Earl instantly felt as if he had been kicked in the face several times by a wild horse. Stars burst before his eyes, and only one thought remained in his mind.
What the hell did Charle eat to grow up like this?
Could he be a Half-Giant?!
When he recovered from his dizziness, the Vampire Earl's body instantly dispersed into a Bat Swarm, escaping Charle's grasp before reforming over ten meters away.
This time, his expression held a little more gravity, stripped of the casual attitude with which he had initially regarded this as a hunt.
"A young wizard connected to Ancient Dragons truly