"Glug, glug..."
The first time I drank the blood of a living person, the feeling was somewhat strange.
This strange sensation wasn't due to anything special about his blood, but rather the feeling of human skin touching the lips, and the soft sensation of teeth biting down—it was somewhat like scratching glass with a fingernail, a bit rough.
The missionary, whose neck was being bitten by Norton, tried to twist and struggle, but Norton's arms were wrapped around his body like steel hoops, preventing him from moving at all.
The missionaries, trained by the Church for over twenty years, were like chicks in Norton's hands, losing their ability to move in seconds as their blood drained away, and then quickly losing their life force.
It didn't make a sound at all from beginning to end.
But the missionary's struggle proves that being bitten by Vampire does not, as depicted in some modern movies, lead to a blissful experience of death.
Norton didn't sense any fragmented memories either. This was unlike the Vampire Progenitor in * Underworld *, who possessed the ability to gain memories by drinking blood. Why didn't Norton have such a simple ability?
That's a bit much!
When Norton had sucked no more blood, he finally released the white-clad missionary he had been holding tightly in his arms.
He didn't need to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth; his skin could absorb the blood on its own, which reduced the need for cleaning.
It's amazing; even today, Norton doesn't understand the principle behind it, or what kind of ability it is.
The taste of blood was pleasant to him; Werewolf blood had a slightly stimulating, sweet flavor. The missionary's blood, however, was more like a fine, aged wine, possessing a rustic, timeless quality.
However, the taste of its flesh and blood was not pleasant; it was still bland and tasteless.
Logically speaking, if one can absorb the blood of the dead, then one should naturally be able to eat the flesh and blood of the dead, since Jonah was sealed away and couldn't care less about such things.
But it didn't taste as Norton had imagined.
The blood entering his stomach didn't give Norton any sudden increase in strength, nor did it bring the burning sensation he felt when absorbing the blood from the two Holy Knight, which left Norton somewhat disappointed.
It seems that Church members, tainted by God's glory, are no different from ordinary beings in their blood; in fact, because they are imbued with God's holiness, their blood even tastes worse. It has a somewhat aged feel to it.
This is expired food.
Aside from the time he tried not eating and lost blood, he didn't lack food at other times. He absorbed plenty of blood, whether from animals or Werewolf.
He had already figured it out: his growth rate depended not on the amount of blood he absorbed, but on the length of time it took.
It's somewhat like a traditional Vampire; it doesn't grow quickly by absorbing a lot of blood, but rather it becomes stronger as it gets older.
Perhaps only when he, Little Norton, becomes Old Norton will he be able to stand proudly at the Church door and shout: 'Who else... is there?'
Currently, only one type of alien blood can accelerate his evolution: the Holy Knight.
"How did the Church come up with this?" Norton was completely baffled.
A damn Church actually managed to come up with something that allows Vampire to evolve rapidly? Isn't that just aiding the enemy?
Or are these Holy Knight created from the flesh and blood of old Vampire kept by the Church?
Norton couldn't understand it, and he stopped thinking about it. Instead, he picked up the limp body of the missionary and, still with the body perpendicular to the wall, quickly headed towards his clock tower.
Fortunately, the heavy rain had just stopped, and the ground was still flooded. The cold wind was still blowing, making people's heads ache, which kept people from coming out. Otherwise, it would have taken him a long time to find an opportunity to attack the missionary.
Using his keen senses, Norton carefully avoided all eyes and passersby, dragging the missionary's body into the clock tower where he lived.
In his past life, zombies would infect people after drinking their blood, a concept also found in some Vampire -themed works. Therefore, to be on the safe side, and also to see if he had the ability to do so, Norton did not immediately throw the missionary's body out of the city.
Although it's highly unlikely, it's always better to be cautious.
Of course, even if he wanted to dump it now, it wouldn't be appropriate. He could use the deserted alleyways to drag the body back to the nearby clock tower, but he couldn't possibly drag the body out of the city and dump it in broad daylight.
"Bang!"
Norton tossed the corpse onto the attic floor, the slight noise eliciting chirping sounds from the bats inside.
"I'm back!" Norton waved, and the bats hanging upside down from the attic ceiling chirped twice in welcome.
His family is growing rapidly; there are already ten bats, and they're even incestuous, with several pregnant ones about to give birth.
The birth happened so fast, even Norton was a little scared!
Each newborn bat hangs on Norton's head as a sign of affection. How many bats would Norton have to hang on his head after they all multiplied?
"Sigh, I'm almost an ancestor!" Norton sighed. He sat on the attic floor, looking up at the bat family hanging from the ceiling, a few memories flashing through his mind.
It has been more than eight years since he first met the first bat, ' Coal Ball ', not counting the lifespan it had already lived before meeting Norton.
Vampire bats typically live for only a dozen years or so, but this Coal Ball shows no signs of aging.
Perhaps because they are nocturnal and not exposed to sunlight, their lifespan, like that of Church personnel who cover their bodies, has been effectively extended.
But no matter how much it grows, it will never outlive the immortal Norton.
So, is there any possibility of extending its lifespan?
If Norton could gain an upgrade by consuming Holy Knight, then surely Norton would also undergo a mutation if bats ate him?
Otherwise, there's no reason why those monsters Werewolf in the wild would chase after you like a dog seeing shit and keep biting you.
"That makes sense!" Norton felt his idea was very reasonable.
However, he couldn't experiment on other people or wild animals. Judging from the Werewolf's reaction after attacking him, consuming his flesh and blood wouldn't give Norton control over it.
If he were to experiment on missionaries or other animals and succeed, those subjects would immediately seek to cause trouble for Norton, and might even regard him as advanced evolutionary material.
Norton felt confident he could beat his opponent even so, but he didn't want to take the risk.
Because mutations are uncontrollable, no one knows what kind of thing will be created through modification.
After much deliberation, Norton decided that he had no choice but to risk using the bats.