" Coal Ball!" Norton looked up and whispered.
The vampire bat that had been with him for over eight years had indeed developed a certain rapport with him.
Hearing Norton's call, Coal Ball loosened its grip on the leash, flapped its wings, and flew onto Norton's hand.
The vampire bats in this world are not significantly different in appearance from those on Earth, except that they are slightly larger, about the size of a human hand.
But there aren't many large ones; the difference is at most a few centimeters.
Their blood has a very low energy content, so they don't have a large body size; otherwise, even if they drank blood all day, they wouldn't be able to supply their energy needs.
However, it's fortunate that these bats are too small to fit God's physique; otherwise, Norton thinks the name "Vampire" would definitely refer to a different species.
Norton looked at the bat in his palm and touched its head with his fingers.
He then stretched out his fingers and tore off a piece of flesh from his leg with his fingernails, then piled it in front of the bat.
Unfortunately, not having blood is such a hassle. Thankfully, this procedure is painless, and the torn flesh heals quickly in the next moment; otherwise, Norton wouldn't have tried this method.
"Try it out, Coal Ball. If you really die, I'll take good care of your wife and kids!" Norton touched the bat head on his palm with a hint of reluctance.
He didn't want to experiment on the Coal Ball, but Coal Ball was the longest-living bat, and it didn't have many years left to live anyway. It was better for it to die than for its newborn grandson to die.
On the contrary, if it doesn't die, it will definitely have an excellent growth effect on the bat.
Norton didn't know if his flesh and blood were of any use, but he figured they probably were. Even if they weren't, they shouldn't be too harmful, otherwise the wolf king would have died the moment it bit off his own flesh. And those Werewolf and monsters wouldn't have been so desperate to hunt him Norton.
This is the main reason why he was willing to use Coal Ball briquettes.
"Squeak squeak squeak?" As if it understood Norton's words, the black bat actually looked up at Norton.
"Eat quickly, this is the flesh and blood of my esteemed Duke Norton!" Norton pushed the piece of meat in his hand toward the bat, staring at it eagerly, making Coal Ball a little nervous.
It seemed that Norton's flesh was indeed somewhat attractive, or perhaps Norton's stare had made her a little impatient.
The little black bat finally hesitated before raising its claws, shoving the piece of meat in Norton's hand aside, and then sticking out its tiny tongue—the kind used for licking blood—to lick it.
Norton's eyes were full of anticipation.
It seems that Norton's flesh and blood did indeed have a powerful effect, or it seems that the Coal Ball simply couldn't handle such a potent effect.
After licking the flesh, its body suddenly began to stretch out in a strange way. Its legs, covered by the fleshy membrane, kicked open with great effort, and even its body, which had been lying on Norton's palm, began to rise upwards...
"It's working!" Norton's eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the mutating bat on his palm.
"Pfft!" A small black ball of poop landed in Norton's hand, and the bat's upright body bent down again.
Damn it!
Norton was furious!
Norton stretched out his finger and flicked the bat's head hard.
Although he didn't use much force, Norton's strength was considerable, and the flick still made the Coal Ball squeak twice, as if it were constantly scratching its head like a person.
Watching the bat flutter its wings and fly back to hang on the roof, Norton took a deep breath, threw away the bat droppings in his hand, and then tossed the piece of flesh he had torn off into his mouth.
This is meat that even Werewolf covet; he can't just throw it away carelessly and accidentally cultivate some kind of terrifying creature.
After all, that's how it's portrayed in novels and movies, so Norton naturally had to be cautious.
The attempt failed, which made Norton somewhat suspicious.
He initially thought it was his own flesh and blood that attracted the Werewolf, but now he was less certain. Could it be that he was drawn to these monsters because he had consumed the blood of the Holy Knight?
Unfortunately, there are no Holy Knight available now, so we can't conduct the bloodletting experiment.
However, one thing he was certain of was that his flesh and blood had no attraction to bats.
That Vampire is really trash; how come it doesn't have any magical abilities at all?
Putting everything else aside, the ability to extract memories from blood is commonplace in the Vampire world, so why doesn't he have this?
Norton was obsessed with this ability because it was exactly what he wanted most!
If he had that ability, he would have grabbed Archbishop Duoxia right now and drained his memories to obtain all the secrets.
After all, there were various images of God inside the Church building, and he really didn't dare to go in.
The sun gradually sets in the west.
The body placed inside the clock tower showed no unusual changes.
Perhaps because Norton had drained all the blood, we didn't get to see the legendary corpse erection, which was a real shame.
Two crimson streaks flickered in the dark attic, creating a sense of dread.
Norton recalled that his own resurrection had occurred only a few hours after his death.
The body shows no signs of life and is clearly beyond saving.
It seems he still lacks the ability to infect others.
As for the bat that licked his flesh?
Norton raised his scarlet eyes and looked up at the attic roof.
The Coal Ball still hung quietly from the roof, still looking as lazy as ever, not moving an inch even as night fell.
No movement...
Norton's gaze was fixed on the bats hanging from the ceiling.
The Coal Ball remained completely still, without the slightest movement. It didn't even lick itself as a bat usually does, and Norton could no longer hear its rapid heartbeat!
Damn it, bats are legendary creatures whose hearts beat a thousand times per minute!
"Could it be that he was poisoned by a piece of my flesh?"
Norton quickly stood up, walked briskly to where the Coal Ball was hanging upside down, and reached out to test it.
Norton touched it slightly.
A hard feeling followed, and with a crisp crack, the Coal Ball fell from the roof into Norton's hand.
Norton took a closer look.
"They're all dried up!"