"This can't be!" cried out Nosferatu, shock, fear, humiliation, resentment, and disbelief all sorts of mixed emotions tangled up on his face, making his handsome appearance ugly.

It is impossible for him to know if he is referring to the minions or the strength of Carlo.

Carlo's gaze fell back on Nosferatu, smiled at him, and stretched out his right hand, and Nosferatu was involuntarily pulled away by a huge force.

Carlo clung to his throat, choking and humiliation making his face red.

Carlo looked at Nosferatu's aggrieved face, as if he thought it was amused, and then his gaze moved down, falling on Nosferatu's right hand, which he remembered just now, it was this hand that patted his shoulder.

Carlo grabbed Nosferatu's right hand, grabbed his wrist, and with a "click", the palm of his hand snapped at the wrist, revealing Bai Sensen's stubble.

But for the vampire, this injury and pain did not even qualify to make Nosferatu frown, and even a new palm had begun to grow in the severed place.

Carlo smirked, and a ball of red flame was dropped on his severed hand, this time like a basin of hot oil, and Nosferatu cried out in misery, his face distorted in pain.

The red flame scorched the nascent palm of Nosferatus, turning into a thin layer of flame light covering the severed palm, preventing the flesh from regenerating.

"From now on, for a hundred years, you will catch xx with one hand"

Carlo threw Nosferatu away, and the latter grabbed his severed hand, rolling on the ground like a dog and howling.

The most powerful, insidious, and feared vampire prince of the Dark Council has only one palm left from now on, and the disabled among vampires is also unprecedented.

Carlo's actions shocked everyone, and while the elders were still shocked by the misery of Nosferatu, Carlo carved his own mark on their souls.

Since then, the Dark Council has had a true king, a terrifying dark tyrant.

Carlo landed in the middle of the hall and sat down slowly on top of the main seat, Mina standing beside him with a complicated expression, Nosferatu howling in the middle of the room, and twelve vampire princes kneeling on either side.

Carlo nodded with satisfaction, "There are six on each side, which is much more pleasing to the eye."

All the vampires trembled in their hearts, did this mean that the Bruch family was removed from the thirteen clans of the Dark Council?

Aka at the bottom was stupid, and she hadn't recovered from the series of shocks, she knew that Carlo was very strong, but she didn't expect him to be so strong that a prince-level vampire was like a defenseless chicken cub in his hands, kneading wantonly, and even one died.

What is your identity in the future? Princess of Darkness?!

Acardo is like living in a dream.

Carlo takes over all things of the Dark Council, including its forces and vendettas.

"So, in addition to fighting for the ownership of the bloody cloak today, you are also planning to discuss the next move against the werewolves?"

Carlo frowned, and suddenly felt as if he had not only taken in a group of minions, but also a bunch of baggage.

"Yes," Nosferatu replied humbly, bowing his head.

He quickly adjusts to his new identity, and the longer he lives, the more he fears death.

What Nosferratu is best at is forbearance, just like marrying his daughter Mina to Dracula three centuries ago, and although the plan to obtain the original bloodline and blood cloak failed, it also made the Lesembano family the most powerful of the thirteen clans.

Now, it's time for him to hold back again, but this time it might be a little longer.

For a hundred years, the burning sensation from the wrist of one hand made Nosferatu full of resentment towards Carlo, but it also reminded him all the time of the strength of the other party, and the fear in his heart deepened with each layer of pain.

"Over the years, the Council of Shadows has been encroaching on our power, challenging us from time to time those dirty and stupid dogs, who have a more powerful advantage over us in the frontal battle, and moreover, they are more united"

Nosferatu said this in a tone full of contempt and anger, as if a beggar, who had once looked down on him, suddenly wanted to climb on his head one day.

"Moreover, they have been seeking traces of the Ancestral Werewolf bloodline lately, and they already have some eyebrows, which is why we are trying our best to find the Dark Hallows, in order to curb these rude fools"

Carlo finally listened to Nosferatu's words, in his description, werewolves and vampires appeared in history for about the same time, distributed around the world in the form of tribes, a total of twelve For a long time, werewolves existed as slaves and vassals of vampires, rude and savage werewolves and cunning and insidious vampires compared to them, they were indeed weaker than they were in the plot of tricks Once on the battlefield of vampires, only werewolf warriors fought for their lives, but when the number of werewolves was greatly reduced, the situation slowly began to change

There are many people who have been pitted, and stupid people will also learn lessons, and wise men can be born in pigs.

The werewolves began to unite against the vampire's rule, and this rebellion lasted for thousands of years, from the original ruler suppressing the mob to the current blood feud between the two races, the vampires were defeated, suffered heavy losses, weakened to the present, and even needed to find a solution from the long-lost hallows artifact.

Carlo had a headache, he felt like he had found the wrong person, and the werewolf warriors who were getting stronger and braver seemed to be his best minions.

"We've found clues to the bloodline of the werewolf ancestors," Nosferatus handed over a yellowed piece of parchment with one hand, on which a brave warrior was drawn.

"He used to be Dracula's brother and comrade-in-arms, killed Dracula, and was called 'God's left hand' When Dracula obtained the first bloodline and turned into a vampire, he also took the initiative to bear the curse and became the first werewolf, and his mission was to end Dracula's life again"

Carlo suddenly remembered the magical mural in the castle of the Villaris family: even a pure-hearted man who prays every night can become a wolf. When the aconite blooms and the moon shines, or when the sun goes down and he begins to fly and suck the blood of others

"Van Helsing!" Carlo suddenly remembered the name.

At the same time, Nosferatu's words rang in his ears: "He was taken into custody by the Holy See, and once traveled to the East to find a way to suppress the cursed power in his body, and when he returned, he had become a member of the Knights of the Holy Order, a good witcher"

"His name is Van Helsing" Nosferatu looked at Carlo, with a slight twist of cheerfulness and resentment in his tone, and whispered: "If there is no mistake, the master's mansion is now being attacked by werewolves" Please Baidu "Throw the book network" Thank you for your support!