[Vampire Dance: Approach the opponent while dancing, and suck out every single drop of blood from their body!]
The more beautiful the dance, the more lethal it was.
Bastemon's control over fresh blood was clearly stronger than the Vampire Count's.
And it wasn't just a little bit stronger!
What exactly was the reason for this?
Although Dark had some guesses, he couldn't say for sure. But regardless, strong was strong, and weak was weak.
Bastemon danced gracefully amidst the tide of blood, her gorgeous posture moving even Vampire Vlad.
Parasitizing Robert's body, Vlad had witnessed Bastemon's elegance during the Rookie Tournament. However, Bastemon had only appeared briefly that time, ending the match without even using her Ultimate Move.
But this time, experiencing that innate, alluring charm up close, his entire body felt slightly hot.
Bastemon seemed to possess an extraordinary attraction to lifeforms like vampires!
Vlad quietly swallowed his saliva, preventing himself from showing any embarrassment during this duel.
To that end, he bolstered his spirits and coldly ordered the Vampire Count, "Bloom, Flower of Blood!"
"Experience death!" The Vampire Count roared in response.
It abruptly extended its right arm flat out, its five pale fingers with sharp nails squeezing hard.
"Bang!"
A blood beast near Bastemon, right on the verge of turning back into blood, suddenly exploded! The blood petals that blasted outward from within were seductively dazzling.
And then...
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Countless blood beasts rushing towards Bastemon exploded one after another.
The entire corridor became like a flower bed blooming with flowers of blood, the stench of gore filling the space. Bastemon, walking amidst the blood tide, was actually submerged within the resplendent bloody petals.
"A 7-star Magic Guide Spirit dares to compete with an 8-star?" Vlad's voice regained its lofty pitch.
Heeding his will, the Vampire Count continuously summoned blood beasts from the sea of blood above its head and beneath its feet to charge and self-destruct, causing the flowers of blood to bloom even more violently!
In the blink of an eye, the field of vision was completely submerged in blood red. From Dark's perspective, not even a shadow of Bastemon could be seen.
But he wasn't anxious in the slightest. The "[Fusion]" card bearing "Bastemon" in his hand still emitted a faint golden halo, remaining exceptionally stable.
Although Bastemon's magic power decreased during the explosions, it was fully replenished by absorbing blood an instant later.
Vlad's arrogance was built upon ignorance. Star level was equivalent to grade, but a Magic Guide Spirit's status was determined by itself.
Bastemon was a Magic Guide Spirit possessing "divinity." Although she couldn't yet be considered a true "God Card," she could still be distinguished from Magic Guide Spirits "below gods."
If placed within the vampire race, she would be equivalent to a "True Ancestor." If the Vampire Count abandoned the power of the blood sea and fought purely with fangs and claws, it might actually be more of a threat to Bastemon!
A gap existed in the knowledge reserves of both sides, so naturally, what they saw was different. But when the truth was laid bare before their eyes, even the stupidest person could see a thing or two.
The entire series of explosions lasted for an extremely long time. It wasn't until the Vampire Count's sea of blood was nearing depletion that it stopped under Vlad's command.
However, as the blood petals splashed and fell, Bastemon's graceful and alluring body was revealed completely untainted before everyone's eyes.
She cast a teasing look at Vlad, who was horrified by this sight, and then flicked her finger. A dark red stream of blood shot out from her fingertip, expanding over ten meters against the wind to transform into a terrifying, barrel-thick blood dragon!
The blood making up the blood dragon entirely originated from the blood beasts!
Bastemon had absorbed the Vampire Count's power and transformed it all into this blood dragon, using fresh blood as its body and the power of darkness as its core!
The newly born blood dragon immediately let out a silent yet terrifying roar towards Vlad!
Vlad's originally condescending gaze instantly turned tough on the outside but weak on the inside. His expression turned cold as he suddenly shouted, "Vampire Count!"
Upon hearing this, the Vampire Count's originally arrogant and indifferent face suddenly erupted in rage, boundless bloody light rippling all over its body!
The seas of blood beneath its feet and above its head were actually manipulated to flow into its raised right hand. An extremely long, blood-red scythe was forged as a result!
"Death Harvest!" The Vampire Count let out a roar. Raising the blood scythe high, it violently pounced towards Bastemon!
Ultimately, it still turned into a melee brawl.
Bastemon pursed her lips into a smile. She raised her right hand, which resembled a leopard's paw, slipped her blood-stained index finger through her veil, and gently licked it with her tongue, alluring charm swirling in her eyes.
The blood dragon coiled above her head then swooped down, charging straight at the Vampire Count!
The Vampire Count raised the blood scythe high, fearlessly cleaving towards the dragon's head. The blood dragon violently opened its gaping maw and actually chomped down on the blood-colored scythe!
"Boom!"
The scythe entered its mouth, and the dragon teeth bit down hard! The blood scythe attempted to cleave the blood dragon apart, but its blade was caught by the dragon's bite.
But after a momentary stalemate, the Vampire Count abruptly exerted force, breaking through the restraint of the dragon's teeth. With a tearing sound, the scythe slashed down, completely slicing off the portion from the dragon's mouth down to its jaw!
"Roar!" Finally achieving a sliver of battle results, the Vampire Count immediately let out a venting roar.
Vlad closely followed with a loud laugh, "All form and no substance!"
At the same time, the Vampire Count had already shattered the blood dragon into over a dozen pieces!
However, Vlad was right about one thing; the blood dragon was indeed all form and no substance.
Bastemon curled her finger in a beckoning motion, and the blood dragon that was chopped into over a dozen pieces individually grew heads and tails, transforming into over a dozen smaller blood dragons. They then violently bit into the Vampire Count's body from multiple directions!
While biting down, these dozen or so blood dragons also turned their bodies into shackles, tightly wrapping and binding the Vampire Count. One of them even climbed onto its right arm holding the scythe, pulling it down and tightly restricting it.
As the dozen blood dragons exerted force once more, the Vampire Count's screams echoed out.
"Meow—"
Only at this point did Bastemon walk over to the Vampire Count with a smile. Rising slightly on her tiptoes, she lifted her head, her beautiful and incomparable face meeting the Vampire Count's eyes.
Then, she raised her hand and aimed her sharp fingernails at the center of the Vampire Count's brow. The fingertips pierced the pale, stiff skin, and a drop of blood actually seeped out.
The moment that drop of blood seeped out, it was absorbed into Bastemon's fingertips. She smiled prettily, exuding boundless charm.
Applying a bit more force with her fingertips, she pierced straight through the center of the Vampire Count's brow.
The vampire's blood instantly poured out!
...
Vlad probably never expected that the 8-star Magic Guide Spirit he had paid an immense price to refine—the "Vampire Count"—would actually lose to a 7-star Magic Guide Spirit.
When the blood inside the Vampire Count's body was sucked dry by Bastemon, gradually turning it into something resembling just skin and bones, Vlad realized that his momentum was entirely gone.
He was, more or less, the type of person who knew when to yield and when to stand tall. He cowered when he needed to cower. He charged when he needed to charge.
At this moment, making a prompt decision, he didn't even bother adjusting his expression or leaving behind any harsh words before violently fleeing backward.
The "Light Cavalry" that had been blocking that side had stopped by the wall due to Dark's arrival, perfectly leaving him an escape route.
During his escape, Vlad didn't forget to light up his final Magic Guide Card.
He violently tossed the spell card glowing with bloody light behind him, and a massive number of bats continuously flew out from the card face, swarming toward Bastemon and Dark like a hive of bees!
They looked just like real bats, but in reality, they were just swarms of phantoms. They densely covered the entire corridor.
Dark immediately lost sight of Vlad. But he immediately shouted, "Bastemon, catch him!"
"Meow!" Bastemon let out a cry and casually tossed aside the drained Vampire Count. Applying explosive force to her feet, she leaped onto the wall, used it to propel herself forward, and pounced out fiercely, pulling the distance between herself and Vampire Vlad extremely close!
Vlad didn't need to turn his head to feel the approach of this Magic Guide Spirit. He looked panicked, yet a fierce glint flickered in his eyes.
Relying on Robert's body, he fundamentally couldn't wield his power. Once caught, he could easily imagine the miserable fate of being killed. But what was even more terrifying was far from just death.
While parasitizing Robert's body, Vlad had already acquired a foundational understanding of the intel of this era. He was very clear that he was highly likely the "last vampire"!
And within this St. Marian's Academy, there were truly a few professors with a "research fetish." If he fell into the hands of those professors, he feared that even begging for death would be difficult.
As demons, vampires were like fish on a chopping board in the eyes of certain humans; dissecting and researching them would cause absolutely no psychological burden.
Therefore, he absolutely could not be caught! Even if it meant death.
...
At this moment, the pride rooted deep within his soul reared its head. Vlad would rather die than allow himself to become a fish on a chopping board!
"But it's fine."
He couldn't help but touch his chest, forcefully squeezing out a savage grin amidst his panicked face. "I still have someone to be buried with me. A one-for-one trade, not a loss!"
...
But just as Vlad made the decision to perish together, a ray of hope shone into his eyes.
His "close friend"—Virt Gold—suddenly sprinted out from around the corner!
At first, Vlad thought Virt Gold was also part of the group suppressing him. But immediately after, he suddenly realized that if Virt wanted to make a move against him, there was no need for such trouble.
The two of them were almost inseparable. If Virt had already known he was parasitizing Robert's body, he would probably be surrounded by those unfathomable professors right now.
But since he wasn't now...
Vlad's eyes flashed with a peculiar light, and the bloody glow in his eyes swiftly hid deep within his pupils.
"Virt? Run, quickly!" He rushed forward first, grabbing hold of Virt, who was already gradually slowing down.
"Ha! Haha!" Virt was panting heavily as he hurriedly asked, "Robert, why are you here? I was spotted by a Golem..."
Vlad pulled him toward another corner, shouting urgently, "I was spotted by a Golem too, and not just Golems, there are bats?"
"Bats? Where did bats come from?" Virt turned sideways to look and saw swarms of bats obscuring his vision.
Vlad hastily said, "How should I know? Anyway, run faster! I don't want to get thrown into confinement again!"
But on his side, out of Virt's line of sight, Vlad slightly raised his left hand, bending his five fingers into a claw. Bloody aura wreathed around his claws, full of a threatening implication.
Clearly, after acquiring a new hostage, he had much more confidence.
Robert was a worthless person in his eyes, not even worth using as a hostage. But his "close friend" Virt was the Son of the Hero, an absolutely high-quality hostage.
In fact... he soon discovered that the 7-star Magic Guide Spirit hadn't pursued them. This made him immediately realize that his line of thought was completely correct.
With Virt Gold in his hands, even that blond boy held back out of wariness.
After this, all he needed to do was...
A trace of extreme greed suddenly flashed across Vlad's eyes! He had endured for a long time. For a vampire with normal tastes, Virt Gold was simply the most delicious food possible!
But for the grand plan of "studying hard and making progress every day," he had been enduring, enduring, and enduring even more! Now that his parasitism had been discovered, he finally didn't have to keep enduring anymore!
...
First, transfer his soul onto Virt Gold and completely occupy his body. Then, suck Robert's blood dry to replenish his energy. Use it to absorb and digest the special traits within Virt Gold's body.
Once the digestion was successful, he would have a chance to restore himself to peak condition, perhaps even become stronger! When that time came, he would possess the power to shatter the barrier and escape the academy.
It was just a pity that his path of seeking knowledge would be cut off as a result.
...
Within this extremely brief span of time, Vlad had already figured out the aftermath.
He seemed to feel that he had already escaped from the perilous situation. Even while holding hands and running forward with Virt, it was as if there was an "I am the wind, and you are the sand" BGM playing.
The two took countless turns through the Castle's corridors. Relying on their rich experience, they finally shook off the Golems' pursuit.
Vlad pulled Virt into a classroom in one swift motion, panting heavily. "We finally lost them. Are you okay, Virt?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Virt said, resting his hands on his knees, a flash of green light passing over the corner of his mouth.
After a moment, he asked in confusion, "Robert, why are you also outside?"
Vlad's lips parted in a grin as he laughed, "I was just curious, so I followed you out. So how was it? Your... hehehe!"
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Virt's face, and he said mournfully, "Didn't you see? I was spotted by a Golem the moment I crossed the bridge. I finally managed to escape, only for her to tell me..."
Vlad showed a look of curiosity. "Tell you what?"
Virt: "She said she lost a game of Truth or Dare and was forced to give me the chocolates. They were too much; they even bet behind my back on whether I would be successfully asked out!"
Vlad couldn't help but reveal an astounded expression, suddenly feeling pity for this "close friend" in his heart.
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