"Aaaaaah!!!" A piercing scream echoed through the palatial underground Vampire lair.
Dressed in extremely elegant court attire, Gejin held a silver-plated knife and was sculpting the face of a male Vampire like a master sculptor.
Pieces of flesh were spun up by the silver knife, and occasionally, delicate patterns were carved on the pale bones exposed after the flesh was spun away.
The burning from the silver objects prevented the Vampire's flesh from healing, while excruciating pain spread across his face.
Such a carving method was extremely painful for Vampire, and it also silenced the other Vampire in the castle.
Some Vampire had a haughty, condescending look in their eyes, along with a strange sense of pride, as if they were pleased to think they were the same kind of people as Gejin.
Other Vampire couldn't bear to watch, their hearts filled with terror as they gazed at the horrifying scene before them, deeply fearing Gejin's methods and dreading that they would be the next to suffer such torture.
Gejin, on the other hand, became increasingly engrossed in the perverse movements of his hands, even squinting his eyes as he deeply felt the torturous pleasure.
This is the perversion within the hearts of these Fifth-Generation Vampire. In the past, when the Fourth-Generation Vampire were not in hibernation, they, the Fifth-Generation Vampire, often had to pull carriages like horses or oxen to serve the Fourth-Generation Vampire. Years of oppressive life have long since perverted their hearts.
In this era where no one can control or arbitrarily torment others, it has become a means for them to demonstrate their power and superior status, and they themselves may even derive a spiritual climax from it.
"I've said it before, I, Gejin, am the true god of the Southern Continent! I, Gejin, am the true ruler of the mysteries of the Southern Continent! Why do you question me? Why do you always want to question me? Ah!" Gejin became more and more excited, more and more agitated, and more and more furious as he spoke.
As he spoke, the tip of the dagger in his hand spun fiercely across the Vampire's face, slicing away at his flesh and facial bones layer by layer.
"Always trying to use the progenitor to intimidate me, always wanting to obey those damned old fogies' orders—they're dead! They'll never come back to life! Before they died, they told us to seal off the Holy See, but what are they now? I won't seal off the Holy See, so what...?"
Gejin's eerie face was contorted with rage as he roared, trying to fight against his fear of the progenitor.
However, before he could finish speaking, a wave of light, like a curtain of light, instantly enveloped him, followed by a sharp shout in his mind.
"Wake up!!!"
boom!
Gejin was deeply shocked and stopped what he was doing, his face filled with bewilderment.
Their gazes quickly turned to the Vampire sitting at the luxurious long table to the side. Just as they were about to ask what had happened, a deafening explosion rang out clearly beneath them.
"Boom!!!"
With a deafening roar, the luxurious wooden floor shattered as if a bomb had exploded, and then one figure after another emerged from underground.
" Gejin!!!!!"
"What on earth did you do?!"
With a loud shout, Gejin had just been dressed elegantly, exuding a noble air and looking aloof, instantly turned deathly pale.
He instinctively wanted to kneel down and pay homage to the ancestors behind him.
Before he could react, his body, clad in luxurious court attire, was kicked against the wall like a cannonball.
"Boom!!!" The wall exploded, Gejin's bones were broken and his tendons were snapped.
However, with a flash of crimson, a Fourth-Generation Vampire dressed in rotten court attire with bloodshot eyes appeared as if in a flash at the spot where he had fallen, and then grabbed him by the neck and choked him.
"Lord Martin... Lord Martin! Spare me, spare me! I didn't do anything!"
Just moments ago, Gejin was as tyrannical as an emperor, but now he was so terrified that he wet himself.
His deep blue eyes met the savage, insane, and furious crimson eyes of the Fourth-Generation Vampire Martin. He trembled with fear, his previous arrogance vanished, replaced by a feeling of being held casually in someone's hand like a stray dog.
" Gejin!!! You've made a terrible mistake!!!"
Martin's face was contorted with rage. His body, still recovering from the ordeal, was not quite at ease, but his heart was completely consumed by fear and fury. Fueled by this rage and fear, he suddenly exerted all his strength, trying to crush Gejin's throat.
However, the next moment...
"Boom!!!"
The floor, which had just shattered, exploded again, and then grotesque bodies with rotting clothes crawled out from the cracks. A sound filled with endless fear and rage followed the explosion.
" Martin!!!!"
"You deserve to die!!!"
As the sound rang out, a dark figure instantly moved to the side of Martin Fourth-Generation Vampire, and then kicked him and Gejin, whom he was holding, sending them crashing into the wall like cannonballs.
The rock wall was violently smashed down by the two Vampire. Martin had just been ferocious and violent, was now broken and crippled, lying helplessly groaning among the rubble, begging for mercy.
"Lord Luke, Lord Luke, it's not my fault! I'm going into hibernation with you too!!"
Before Martin could finish speaking, his body was lifted off the ground by Luke, the Third-Generation Vampire who had just broken free of his seal.
Luke's crimson eyes were filled with ferocious killing intent, and endless madness and fear were born in his eyes.
"It's too late, Martin, it's all too late..."
Before he could finish speaking, a deafening explosion rang out in the distance, and the entire earth began to tremble.
Endless despair and fear were born in Luke's scarlet eyes. However, before the Vampire present could recover from their fear, the ancient fortress above their heads was suddenly smashed down by a huge building amidst a deafening explosion.
Countless pebbles crashed down, and a ray of light slowly emerged above the heads of the Vampire.
The intense sunlight startled a group of Vampire, who abruptly fled into the shadows.
Amidst the boundless fear and awe of the Vampire, a colossal palace, tens of meters high, was being pulled along by thousands of Second-Generation Vampire, moving slowly forward like a carriage.
Countless iron chains, like a spider web, bound the bodies of these Second-Generation Vampire. Two ferocious monsters, one black and one white, flew through the sky, wielding silver whips and driving these Second-Generation Vampire to endure the scorching sun and pull the majestic palace forward into the distance.
As the ancient castle was crushed by the palace, countless iron chains followed, wrapping around the bodies of these third, fourth, and Fifth-Generation Vampire. Then, silver whips lashed down, leaving bloody welts and the Vampire ' screams in agony.
"Your Majesty, this old servant has come to fetch you!"
The monstrous creature soared through the sky, its body burning with flames even as the sun scorched it.
Although his words were full of piety, the fear within them was also deeply ingrained, emanating from the depths of his heart...
Just moments ago, Gejin was high and mighty, but now he was like a real beast, chained to his body and struggling forward under the lash of a silver whip, all traces of the aristocratic elegance and nobility he once possessed.
Your Majesty has been resurrected; all Vampire are nothing but straw dogs!