Dracula looked up and looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

It was a heroic girl. Her hair is half black and half white, with a pair of vampire red eyes, a dagger-like hair ornament on her sideburns next to her right ear, and a short cape and long dress that is black on the outside and red on the inside.

"It's been a long time, Serena." Dracula chuckled and waved at her.

"It's been a long time." Serena descended from the sky, withdrew her black and white wings, which were the same color as her hair, and looked at Dracula with an angry expression, "Don't you feel ashamed that you have been out there for more than a hundred years, and you are ashamed to throw Dracula's castle to me as a child?!"

"Ahem," Dracula coughed dryly twice, and laughed wryly, "you're not a child anymore, Serena, you're over a hundred years old."

"Should you take care of the castle in your hundreds?" Serena followed Dracula's movements, clasping her hands to her chest, "I kind of understand, you picked me up to find a coolie to manage the territory, and then happily become the shopkeeper yourself!"

There's nothing wrong with Serena's complaint.

Dracula is really too lazy to care about all kinds of troubles in Dracula's castle, so he thinks about finding an agent of his own.

However, with the exception of a vampire lord like Dracula, who has lived long enough and is also the owner of the castle, the proud vampire does not agree with anyone else's rulership.

So more than 100 years ago, Dracula, who was too lazy to take care of things, adopted a little girl from an orphanage who was malnourished and almost weakened to death.

After bringing her back to the castle, Dracula personally transformed her into a member of the Bloodline, and managed to survive her malnourished years with the Bloodline's superpower.

As for her name, it was also taken by Dracula - Serena Alcatel, Serena represents the moon, and Alcatel (ARD) is formed by turning the surname Dracula (Dr) upside down.

When Serena grew up, with the help of the pure blood passed on to her by Dracula, she soon had a lot of strength. In addition, she inherited Dracula's bloodline, which is equivalent to Dracula's daughter, so the vampires in the castle have to give her a face.

As a result, it wasn't long before Serena developed the ability to take charge of her own affairs.

Dracula left Dracula's Castle with peace of mind and became a glorious shopkeeper!

Not only that, but when he got bored soon after, he even locked himself in a coffin that had been prepared long ago, and slept for a hundred years without any worries......

Although he really wants to be a hands-off shopkeeper in his heart, Dracula naturally doesn't dare to say this verbally, otherwise his cheap daughter may have a temper tantrum.

The reason why Dracula doesn't want to return to Dracula's castle is actually because he is afraid of Serena's mood.

"I'm not here to develop your abilities, Serena!" Dracula quickly thought of his words, and said to the cheap daughter earnestly, "In the future, it will be the world of you young people, and I, an old man of more than a thousand years, should have retired from the stage of history a long time ago, and you are the moon that has just risen in the night......

….

Before he could finish speaking, Dracula saw Serena looking at him with disdain.

"Do you listen to what you say yourself as a vampire should say?" Serena pursed her lips and said speechlessly, "Since you say that we are the moon that has just risen in the night, let me ask you, will your moon that has risen in mid-air set?"

"Ed......" Dracula was silent for a moment, not too confident, "...... It's not impossible to fall down the mountain, I can go and lie down in the coffin."

"What are you lying on?" Serena exclaimed angrily, "You've been lying silent for a hundred years, you're at ease, I'm tired of taking care of such a large group of unruly vampires."

"That's why I told you before, those low-level vampires who don't have the slightest self-control can just be thrown away and left to fend for themselves." Dracula's voice softened a lot, and he whispered to her, "You can be much more relaxed that way."

"No!" Serena shook her head persistently, "Even the lowliest vampires are made by ordinary people like me. Besides, they still have the will and obsession of life in the depths of their consciousness, and they can't just abandon it."

"Whatever you want." Dracula shrugged.

At this moment, the werewolf under the city wall could not stand it anymore.

"We're all ready to attack the city, and you dare to talk on it?!" A tall man shouted viciously from under the walls, "I don't think you take me seriously!"

Dracula and Serena looked down together.

I saw a man standing under the city wall with gray hair and beard, a fierce expression, sharp teeth when he spoke, and long yellow nails on his fingers, like a real wolf.

"Who is he? The leader of the werewolves?" Dracula asked.

"Probably." Serena said with some uncertainty.

"Probably?" Dracula raised an eyebrow, "Dracula's Castle has been neighbors with the werewolf tribe of Romania for so long, and you, as the current vampire leader, haven't figured out who the werewolf leader is?"

"Of course I know who their leader is!"

Listening to Dracula's sneering words, Serena jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, eagerly defending herself.

"The leader of the werewolf tribe was another person some time ago, and he has a pretty good relationship with us." "And this werewolf's name is Fenrir Greyback, and it's from England."

"It's just that he didn't know where he brought such a large number of Yin Corpses, and put them into the werewolf team, expanding their combat power. The non-emergency signal I sent you earlier was because I found a large number of Yin Corpses."

"Given the lack of a meeting with the previous leader today, and the fact that the werewolves suddenly and uncharacteristically attacked Dracula's castle, I suspect that the former leader has been killed by this Fenrir."

"Are you from the UK?" Dracula frowned thoughtfully.

Fenrir Greyback below, seeing that the two men on the city wall still ignored him, couldn't help but stand on end in anger and let out an ugly roar.

….

"Wait, when the moonlight comes, I'll be the first to tear you to shreds!"

The surrounding werewolves howled loudly in response to the cries of their leader.

Most of the vampires on the city walls felt the intense pressure, their faces were paler than usual, and their bodies trembled slightly in the cold wind, looking shaky.

But there is one vampire who stands there with a confident face, in stark contrast to other frail vampires.

He's just seen the pillar of their vampires, Master Dracula!

With that adult present, it was impossible for some small Yin corpses to break through the castle's defenses!

As for Dracula and Serena, it was even easier.

"Serena, you can get him in a moment, and let me see if you have made any progress in the past hundred years." Dracula chuckled.

"Why didn't you get him over yourself?" Serena rolled her eyes, "Or maybe you get rid of all the Yin corpses underneath and let me see if you've weakened in the past hundred years?"

"It's not impossible." Dracula looked at the group of corpses under the city walls, and the corners of his mouth curled.

……

The last rays of sunlight in the sky were gone, and the entire area was darkened.

A full moon rose from the end of the sky, and the moonlight shone on the werewolves mixed with the corpses.

One after another, wolf howls resounded around the castle, and then, countless werewolves in their original human form twitched all over.

Their front mouths elongate into wolf kisses, their backs are bowed, their hands outstretched, and their bodies are covered in thick fur.

Fenrir was the first to leap from under the walls, and with his amazing bounce ability, he leaped past the walls in one fell swoop, and rushed all the way to Dracula and Serena's side.

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It's just you two ignoring me, right?" His wolf mouth spat out a vague human voice, "You will pay for your arrogance!"

"A new breed!" Dracula's eyes lit up, "Can the current werewolf stay awake while transforming?"

"You may not know, but a few years ago someone developed a wolf poison potion." Serena explains, "Some of the wealthier werewolves will take wolf poison potions before transforming, so that they can maintain human consciousness while transforming."

"When people are conscious, their attacks are more purposeful and therefore more destructive."

"It's a luxury." Dracula smacked his lips, "The other werewolves can't even afford a bottle of wolf poison to keep them awake, and these evil rich wolves are actually using wolf poison potions to wreak havoc."

Seeing that Dracula and Serena still didn't pay attention to what he meant, Fenrir finally couldn't hold back the strong anger in his heart and rushed towards the two of them.

The next moment, he saw the silver-haired male vampire raise his hand.

Then Fenrir felt his limbs no longer under his control, and limply slumped beside him.

And his wolf body flew up lightly, like an old dog, carried by an invisible force around the back of the neck, hanging in front of the two.

"Tell me, who are you working for?" A mellow voice rang in his ears, "You can't summon so many Yin corpses with a dog like you."

….

"Damn, let me go!" Fenrir struggled violently, "Don't use this weird magic to fight me fairly!"

Dracula glanced at Serena and saw that she was looking at herself with a smile.

"Do you want to play games again?" Serena asked teasingly.

"Indeed, it is rare to encounter such a species with good physical strength and can still maintain human sanity." Dracula admits dryly, "You're watching here, and if we can't hold the pressure of the Yin Corps, call me."

Serena smiled and nodded, stepping aside, making room for the two of them to leave plenty of space on the walls.

Dracula, on the other hand, put Fenrir down with a look of interest, and untied all the magical bindings on his body by the way.

"Come on, listen to you, fight fairly." He laughed playfully.

Fenrir lay on the ground in confusion, feeling his limbs regained consciousness, his head buzzing.

Is there such a good thing? A high-level vampire with high magic power chooses not to use magic and fights a werewolf hand-to-hand?

Fenrir knew in his heart that although the vampire's physical fitness was still quite strong, it was a creature that maintained its human form after all. These races, which are still limited to human form, are unlikely to be as powerful as werewolves who have directly changed their physical form.

He won this battle!

"Don't go back on your word and use magic secretly!" He wrinkled his nose and said fiercely.

Seeing Dracula nodding, he slashed his limbs and used all his strength to rush in Dracula's direction.

Dracula moved his wrist calmly, and at the same time, the sharp nails of his slender fingers suddenly extended out, flashing with a cold cold light.

Looking at the ugly werewolf getting closer and closer, Dracula moved slightly, and quickly dodged Fenrir's impact.

As he staggered past him, he quickly turned around and grabbed the werewolf's short tail behind his back.

Fenrild suddenly felt his tail being grabbed by a tremendous force, and the part that connected to the tail vertebrae seemed to be about to break.

The next moment, he was slammed into the pitch-black city wall by Dracula, directly smashing him into a daze.

"Your physical fitness doesn't seem to be as good as you think." Dracula said with a heartfelt sneer.

Hearing this, Fenrir was completely furious.

The effect of the wolf poison potion dropped sharply, and an urge to choose someone to devour came to him in the depths of his heart.

"Whew-"

A wolf howl resounded throughout Dracula's castle.

Then, Fenrir's eyes turned scarlet, and his sharp teeth drooled, and he opened his bloody mouth and pounced on Dracula—

"Smack!"

A big-eared melon seed slapped Fenrir's face, and the werewolf's two big scarlet eyes instantly rolled open and fell heavily to the ground.

"This werewolf isn't interesting!" Dracula held out a hand to Serena.

Selena took out a handkerchief and handed it to Dracula, pouting and saying:

"You should have thought about it before you started, it's not like you haven't fought with a more powerful wolf king."

Dracula casually wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then handed it back to Serena. Serena glanced at the dirty werewolf in disgust, took a step back, and shook her head quickly.

….

"You're right." Dracula chuckled and ignited a white flame on his fingers, burning the handkerchief to ashes, "Forget it, let's dispose of these Yin Corpses first."

A pair of wide wings spread out behind Dracula's back, driving him to the sky above Dracula's castle, casting a dark shadow in the cold moonlight.

The vampires on the city walls looked up at the figure suspended in mid-air, first in astonishment, then with a look of admiration and ecstasy on their faces.

The high-ranking vampires spread their wings and flew into the air, their hands crossed and folded on their chests, and their heads bowed in the air, paying homage to the pillars of the race.

The low-level vampires didn't understand the current situation, and they couldn't conjure a pair of wings out of thin air, so some of them turned into bats and surrounded the high-level vampires.

And the lowliest vampires, who can't even change into bats, are prostrate in place.

Dracula chuckled and waved his hand downward.

Then, countless small bats fluttered their wings lightly from the shadows he had cast, and in an instant, they densely covered half of the battlefield.

Their wings were all burning with white flames, each with its own goal, and each of them found a stiff, festering corpse and landed on the back of their necks, like a chelica butterfly that landed on the rotting corpse, causing each corpse to burn with white flames.

Fearless of pain and emotionless, the Yin Corpses let the flames burn on their bodies, still dragging their heavy steps towards the dark walls.

However, the flames would not be extinguished, and began to burn from the neck, and the head connected to the neck was the first to be turned to ashes in an indifferent and dull expression.

And the footsteps of the Yin corpse are still moving.

The flames then slowly burned downwards until the entire pillar was burned to the ground, and the two rotting legs fell to the ground, losing all movement. Only the reluctant Mori White Flame continued to burn, burning everything to ashes as white as snow.

In the darkness of the night, the flames were burning everywhere, like a different kind of starlight on the ground, reflecting the stars in the sky......

After all the Yin Corpses were eliminated, the remaining irrational werewolves were completely no threat to high-level vampires.

The high-ranking vampires who greeted Dracula in mid-air flapped their wings and flew under the city walls. They

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How can you hide your secrets from such beautiful magic!"

"Didn't I teach you?" Dracula glanced at her.

"I must not have taught, otherwise I wouldn't have remembered!" Serena raised her head and snorted angrily.

"Okay, then you watch." A strange smile tugged at the corner of Dracula's mouth as he held out a finger, "Talent Flame will?"

Serena nodded.

"Will you summon a bat phantom?" He held out his second finger.

Serena nodded again.

"Then you don't?" Dracula chuckled, "Light the flames on each of the Bat Phantasms, and control them to fly towards each of the Shadow Corpses."

"Huh?" Serena's face fell, "Who can control so many bats at once as perverted as you......

"So, you still have a lot of room for improvement!"

……

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