212: vampire

Van Dyke had always been unwilling to submit to the Gentlemens Country and join the Gentlemens Country's official Hunter Alliance.

Especially after more and more people completed the Vampire transformation and became followers.

With each additional Vampire follower, Van Dyke's strength would increase.

The more followers he had, the stronger his power as the Vampire origin, the progenitor, became.

The strength increase that could be distributed to the followers would also greatly increase.

Initially, when Van Dyke's strength was still within a controllable range, the Gentlemens Country officials were willing to turn a blind eye to his actions of draining others' blood and turning them into Vampires.

Because Van Dyke and his Vampire servants did indeed help the Gentlemens Country officials resolve many troubles and disturbances caused by monsters.

However, there were increasingly more voices from the public stating that relatives and friends were forcibly captured by Van Dyke, drained of blood, and turned into puppets who could only obey him, forever losing the daytime and only living during the night.

Coupled with Van Dyke refusing to join the officials and become a professional Hunter no less than ten times.

Within the Gentlemens Country, the voices calling for Van Dyke's removal grew daily.

They believed that if this continued, the threat posed by Van Dyke would not be much weaker than that of the Zombies and monsters.

They were very clear that Van Dyke was different from Chen Ming, who was the Undead Monarch; he was a guy who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Full of ambition, and difficult to satisfy.

They were very worried that in the future, the Gentlemens Country would completely become Van Dyke's night kingdom, with everyone transforming into Vampires.

Becoming stronger in an instant and possessing a lifespan beyond imagination was indeed very attractive.

However, those willing to accept a tyrant's rule were always only a small minority.

There was also a portion of people who firmly believed that the apocalypse would eventually end one day. At that time, when monsters disappeared, what would they, who could only be active in the darkness, had fangs, and craved blood, be regarded as?

They didn't want to stand opposite billions of people.

Completely lacking confidence.

"These guys are really endless. Let's just turn them all into Vampires!" Van Dyke said impatiently.

"Master, I don't recommend doing that. This will only intensify the conflict between us and the officials. Some of them have already started to stir, waiting for us to reveal a weakness first," the butler stated his opinion.

Van Dyke let out a light snort, his words full of disdain, "Just them?"

Since awakening the Vampire skill, up until now, the number of Vampire servants Van Dyke had transformed through blood-draining had long surpassed five thousand.

These five thousand Vampire servants gave him enough confidence to dare to be an enemy of the officials.

If it weren't for the low quality of Vampires transformed by ordinary Vampires, and Van Dyke not allowing them to privately drain human blood without his consent, this number would have to increase several times over.

Vampires personally transformed by Van Dyke had stronger lifespans, greater increases in attributes like strength, speed, and defense, and the same was true for their self-healing ability.

Conversely, Vampires transformed by ordinary Vampires, apart from their numbers, always remained at that quality and could not be improved a second time.

The same person could only be transformed once.

"Van Dyke! We are from the Investigation Bureau. We have currently obtained evidence that you have disregarded the law, forcibly drained human blood, violated human rights, and turned a large number of innocent people into Vampires. This is an arrest warrant, please cooperate with us for the investigation!"

Just as the butler was about to continue persuading Van Dyke to think twice before acting, the sound of a door being broken open echoed from behind him.

"..." He raised a hand to his forehead, his brows tightly furrowed.

He knew that whatever he said now would be useless, Van Dyke wouldn't listen.

He might as well keep his mouth shut to avoid attracting the anger onto himself.

"You few people are really bold. Without my permission, you dare to trespass into the castle!" Van Dyke gripped the armrests of the throne with his fingers, the two pure gold cobra armrests with their upper bodies raised upright.

His originally black eyes were replaced by blood red, and white fangs extended from his upper lip.

Anger was displayed directly on his face, without concealment.

"Please cooperate with the investigation!" The other party did not show fear or back down in the slightest because of the anger Van Dyke displayed.

Seeing this, Van Dyke laughed instead of getting angry, knowing that these guys must be high-level professional Hunters sent by the Gentlemens Country officials, who had invested heavily.

With a thought, as the Vampire progenitor of the Van Dyke family, he possessed a privileged skill similar to telepathic transmission for other Vampires.

Within a five-kilometer radius, he could forcibly inject what he wanted to say into their minds.

Before long, a group of Vampire servants, all in black and wearing high-collared cloaks, at least a hundred of them, swarmed in from the main door.

Seeing this formation, the five or six people from the Investigation Bureau showed panic, quickly stood back-to-back, forming a circle to prevent surprise attacks from behind, each acting as the other's eyes.

"Van Dyke, cooperating with us is your only and best choice. Don't be stubborn, we will seek lenient treatment for you," one of them shouted.

"Leniency?" Van Dyke laughed heartily, "Don't be ridiculous, you're just deluding yourselves into thinking you've got leverage over me, trying to force me to obey you this way."

"How laughable, do ants deserve to control a giant elephant?"

Van Dyke transformed into a crimson strange mist, surging towards the few people.

Upon getting close, a hand suddenly extended from the monster, gripping the other person's neck.

Immediately, the strange mist quickly materialized, restoring Van Dyke's original appearance.

Van Dyke quickly closed the distance between the woman and himself, opened his mouth, revealing sharp, pale fangs.

He prepared to take her by surprise, forcibly drain her blood, change her genes and race, and pull her into his own faction.

The woman's eyes showed terror. Her mind reacted, but her body didn't.

Looking at the fangs so close, she was incredibly panicked.

However, just as Van Dyke's fangs were about to pierce the skin of the woman's neck.

Behind him, a blood-red portal quickly opened.

The blood-red light gave the entire castle a more cinematic feel and a Vampire lair atmosphere.

"Hmm?"

By the time Van Dyke reacted, a powerful, irresistible force, like an invisible large hand, tightly gripped him and violently pulled him backward.

Van Dyke gritted his teeth, desperately trying to struggle, but to no avail.

"Damn it!" Van Dyke transformed into a strange mist again, attempting to escape.

Less than a second into his escape, the familiar feeling of being controlled and gripped by an invisible large hand swept over his entire body once more.

"No!!"

Within the strange mist, everyone could see Van Dyke's not-so-clear face, with only facial features and outline.

It felt like someone whose limbs were bound, desperately trying to break through a plastic bag with their face.

Extremely terrifying and mentally stimulating!

Even having gone to such lengths, it was still meaningless, and he was taken into the portal.

Subsequently, the portal quickly closed, as if it had never appeared.

"..."

Leaving a group of people staring at each other, at a loss.