Vlad stood in front of the mirror and sensed the surroundings of the villa, which was full of people.

Their veins were filled with hot, delicious blood, and Vlad could even hear the pulsating sensation of the veins.

Blood frantically attracted Vlad III.

"It's a pity. ”

A hoarse voice sounded, and Vlad III said with regret on his face.

He was now weak, even weaker than the average person, and the believers out there, who were engaged in foolish prayers, were fortunate to have escaped temporary death.

Vlad III looked back at the dried corpses on the ground, he needed the blood of those men.

Too little blood for a person is not enough for his recovery.

He needs more human blood.

"It takes some of the wisdom I hate the most. ”

Vlad III looked at the dried corpses on the stretcher and walked slowly up to the attic.

Two hours later.

"Click!"

It was the sound of a key striking a cylinder, and in the midst of a retro European-style villa, five other members of the Papal Guard returned.

"What's going on with Freud?"

As soon as they returned, they realized that something was wrong, how Floyd had disappeared.

But seeing that the dried corpse was still on the ground, they thought it was Floyd and did not stay on the first floor, but went to the second floor.

"Go up, call that kid down, we're running out of time, pack up and leave at night. ”

"Okay, Captain, I'll go up here. ”

Mars nodded and walked up to the attic while the others began to wrap up the dried corpses.

They would never have imagined that the corpse at this time was none other than the Floyd they were looking for.

Mars felt wrong when he walked upstairs, it was dark in the hallway, there was no light at all, and all the doors were closed.

"Sigmund Freud"

Mars exclaimed tentatively.

No voice replied to him.

In the hallway, there was only the sound of the "crunching" floor.

Mars walked in the direction from which the voice had come.

It sounded in a house at the very edge of the hallway.

"Dangdang!"

Mars knocked lightly on the door three times, then pressed against the door and listened to the sounds inside the house.

"Sigmund Freud"

He asked softly.

The sound of the floor in the house stopped, there was no sound of breathing, no sound of movement.

After a second or two of silence, the door slammed open.

Before Mars could react, a man dressed in a Floyd costume threw him to the ground.

A pillow smothered his face, obscuring his voice.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"Ahh

Beneath the pillow, Mars hissed and screamed as he hammered his fist at the faceless assailant in front of him.

But under the blood flow and lack of oxygen, he quickly lost his strength.

"Goo-dong! goo-dong......"

Vlad III feasted on the blood from Mars's neck, and his face began to recover rapidly under the nourishment of the blood.

The corpse spots on his body began to slowly reced, and the muscles beneath the skin began to quickly support the shriveled skin.

Soon he regained the physique of a man, but the corpse spots on his body had not completely faded.

Damn it!

Almost!

That damn cross had trapped him for too long, draining him too much strength.

"Bang dang!"

Downstairs, only the sound of an object falling to the ground was heard, followed by a sound similar to a hammer strike.

The squad leader was stunned, and he began to realize that something was wrong.

"Marsfroyd"

He shouted upstairs.

"Yes, yes, just accidentally knocked something over. ”

From above the attic came the voice of Mars.

"Is it?"

Marcus asked, pulling a gun out of a drawer and stepping up.

The sound in the attic is not right.

That's the grammar of the old-fashioned Roman aristocracy, and Mars doesn't know that.

"Yes!"

The voice continued.

Marcus waved his hand and motioned for the group to follow him.

And he walked to the front alone.

There was no one in the hallway, and all the rooms were closed except for the two opposite doors at the end, which were open.

"Mars, are you alright?"

"It's coming!"

The voice came from the end of the hallway.

Marcus walked softly, and as he reached the door, a dark figure burst out of the door.

It was Mars's clothes.

Captain Marcus was stunned for a moment.

The corpse Mars slammed into the ground, and for a moment Marcus was stunned.

Vlad III moved, and he turned into a cloud of black gas that countless bats gathered and swept Marcus into another door.

"Bang!"

Then the door slammed shut, and Marcus's heart-wrenching screams rang out from the room.

"Ahh

Screams rang out from inside the house, and the papal guards hurriedly stepped forward.

"Bang bang!"

With two gunshots, the lock of the door in the room was directly shattered.

But the moment the door opened, everyone was stunned.

A man dressed in Floyd's clothing crouches next to a dried corpse that is wearing Marcus's clothing.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

The man crouching on the ground spoke the grammar of an extremely formal old-fashioned Roman aristocracy.

He slowly raised his head, and a stream of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"Suction"

He gently stuck out his tongue to lick the blood off, then swallowed it all in his mouth, making a pleasant sound.

"It's not polite to stare at a nobleman eating. ”

Vlad III smiled extremely politely.

But in response to Vlad III was the tongue of fire of three guns.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out.

In a retro European-style villa, Vlad III turned into a black gas made of bats and dodged all bullets, and then he pounced on a man.

Then the two of them instantly turned around and hurriedly shot at him.

But the black gas dispersed in an instant, and the bullets instantly shot their companions into a sieve.

"What a waste, what fresh blood. ”

The bats in the sky turned into a burly man, and he reached out with his hands and slammed the remaining two against the wall.

"Click"

After twisting one person's neck, he shifted his gaze to another.

"Count Dracula"

The man's gun had fallen to the ground, and he grabbed the hand around his neck.

"Dracula, I like the name, Vlad III, the first knight of the Holy See, is dead, and from this day on, I will be called Count Dracula, the count of vampires. ”

Vlad III smiled, he liked the name very much, he came back to life, naturally he had to have a new name.

Say goodbye to the name of Vlad III, the first knight of the Holy See in the past.

"Thank you for your name, but I'm sorry, I prefer your blood!"

"Ah!!h

A scream rang from the villa.