84: Unbelievable (Bonus Chapter)

Boom!

These words rang out in everyone's ears like the tolling of a great bell.

Only now, feeling her aura, did everyone snap back to reality; no matter what, Emilia was an Elder, and her strength was not something they could question.

So, in an instant, even if they were unwilling, even if they didn't want to kneel to this young Vampire, Locke, they had to yield now.

After all, they knew that the murderous look in Emilia's eyes was no joke.

If they dared not kneel along with the rest, they might end up being the ones being knelt to by their own descendants later.

Plus, thinking that an Elder, whose status was higher than theirs, had already bowed her head, they felt less resistant.

Consequently, in just a split second, these noble Vampires, who were rulers in their own territories, bent their knees one by one, facing Locke, the youngest and seemingly least established person present.

A continuous sound of "thud" echoed as they knelt.

"Greetings, Lord Locke!"

The sounds of submission rang out one after another.

As the protagonist, Locke sat with his eyes closed as if he were asleep, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Therefore, until he spoke, no one dared to stand up.

A group of people knelt on the floor, looking at the languid Locke with a hint of anxiety.

Serena and Erica, standing to the side, did not kneel, and Emilia, also nearby, had no intention of making them do so.

"Locke, what exactly is your identity? Is what you confessed to me true?" Serena couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Meanwhile, Erica watched Locke's calm expression, her feelings of admiration growing stronger.

"What composure. Faced with so many high-level Vampires who have lived for hundreds of years, Locke can still maintain such composure. It truly is..."

At this moment, everyone in the room had their focus fixed on Locke.

After a long while, under the gaze of everyone, Locke finally opened his eyes. He scanned everyone indifferently and then waved his hand: "Rise."

All the kneeling Vampires stood up with lingering fear.

"I know you all have questions, or even doubts, about why someone as young as me, only in his twenties, can become the master of your Elders..."

Hearing this, everyone's curiosity was piqued; they all pricked up their ears, listening intently, fearing they might miss a single detail.

Seeing their reaction, Locke couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, then continued: "In this world, what does one rely on? It is, of course, strength."

As he said this, Locke's gaze gradually shifted from indifferent to arrogant: "Just because my strength is greater than all of you Vampires. Just because your so-called Elders, Marcus, Victor, and Emilia, are no match for me."

Except for Emilia, Erica, and Selene, everyone else had doubts in their eyes regarding his words.

There was no helping it; these words sounded truly too fantastical.

One had to know that the Elders, Marcus and Victor, were monsters who had lived for hundreds of years. If they could really be defeated so easily by a young Vampire in his twenties, they would have turned into dust in the ground centuries ago.

"This is impossible. How old is he? How could he possibly defeat Elder Marcus and the others?"

"He must have some background we don't know about, and used the power behind him to coerce Elder Emilia. It must be that."

"It's absolutely ridiculous. It is indeed hard to believe that he could defeat Kraven with his strength, but as for saying he could beat the Elders, I don't believe it one bit."

The group subconsciously shook their heads and sighed in their hearts, then began to make their guesses.

"Truly ignorant."

Locke knew that if he didn't produce some substantial evidence, no one present would believe him.

But that was fine.

This was, after all, his purpose in coming to the meeting room.

Today, he intended to establish his authority and then begin executing his plan to subdue the entire Vampire Clan.

He would suppress all voices of opposition and eliminate everyone who did not support him.

He did not need such restless voices around him.

Therefore, if the subordinates of Marcus and Victor were unwilling to submit later, he would start a massacre.

Although he might kill many, Locke felt that Vampires could no longer be considered human. Killing them was just killing them; he felt no guilt.

If anything, it was doing a good deed and acting on behalf of heaven.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Locke said with a cold expression, slowly standing up.

"Uh... no, no, we believe that you, Lord Locke, have such strength."

The person speaking had a face full of smiles, but the smile was fake; it was obvious he didn't believe it.

But the next second, his smile completely turned into fear.

Locke, who had been holding nothing, suddenly had a silver knight's longsword in his hand, though no one knew how it appeared.

Locke just waved his hand gently, and the longsword, along with its scabbard, was thrust into the conference table.

This almost made everyone's jaws drop.

Because, leaving aside the meaning the sword represented, just the display of strength Locke showed was enough to amaze them.

"What, this... this..."

"Oh... my god!"

"Goddess of the Night above, is this real?"

"Did I drink too little blood today and start hallucinating?"

Some even rubbed their eyes, suspecting that they hadn't drunk enough blood today and were weak, causing hallucinations.

They were almost numb today.

These successive shocks came one after another, each bigger and more explosive than the last.

It really wasn't their fault for being inexperienced.

Because the long table in the conference room was made of pure bronze. Not to mention that it was incredibly hard and impossible to pierce, it certainly wasn't something that could be easily pierced by a longsword with its scabbard on.

Because even if the scabbard were removed, none of the Vampires present had the confidence that they could thrust a sword into the bronze table.

Even if they were allowed to hack and slash, they could not guarantee that they could leave such a deep mark on the bronze table with a knight's longsword like Locke did.

Because Locke didn't just thrust the sword with its scabbard into it; he just waved his hand lightly and very casually inserted half of the entire sword into the long table.

The depth of the insertion was nearly 50 centimeters. Given the strength displayed, it was impossible for them not to be shocked if they had even the slightest bit of discernment.

Moreover, everyone knew the significance contained in this sword.

Because this was clearly Elder Victor's sword, a symbol of power he had carried with him since he was a noble in the human world.

And now, this sword had actually appeared in Locke's hands. How could they possibly remain calm given all the implications?

"This... isn't this Elder Victor's sword? How did it end up in your hands?"

"This is impossible!"