Chapter 53 Vampire or Blood Clan?
As Kurenai's flagship drew closer to the two, the man's expression froze, clearly surprised that a Yonko would appear in such a place.
"That's...? That flag is...!? Why would he come to a place like this!?" Vivian stared wide-eyed in astonishment, unable to react for a moment.
Looking into the distance, the two saw the enormous warship easily tearing through the hurricane and crossing the ocean at an extremely fast speed.
"..."
The overwhelming magical pressure emanating from afar immediately caused Vivian's body to tremble.
Adjusting his hat brim, the man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Tsk... no need to be nervous. They've probably come looking for trouble after receiving news of the successful defeat of the Golden Rat."
"He wouldn't even bother with small fry like us."
The man had barely finished speaking when Jiu Nian stomped hard on the bow of the ship, and an unparalleled aura quickly erupted from the giant vessel.
The waves that came from afar immediately became violent, and the small sailboat was tossed about wildly by the waves.
As the seawater swept in, they vaguely saw several red lights appearing at the horizon.
"Splash..."
"Boom—!"
Vivian's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and she swallowed hard. "Ugh... what a terrifying aura! Even from this distance, my body still..."
Vivian lowered her body slightly, placing her right hand on her shoulder, trying to suppress this pathetic feeling of fear.
"After all, he is one of the Four Emperors..." The man's lips were pursed into a straight line, his expression slightly relaxed, and he sighed silently.
As the sailboat continued along its predetermined route, a bloody aura quickly filled the sea, and many scarlet figures gradually approached the two.
"It looks like something's coming..." Vivian raised her eyes warily, her nose slightly upturned.
"bump--!"
Several sharp claws had already reached the two men. The man raised his hand to block the fatal blow, and with a forceful pull of his wrist, he slammed one of the figures onto the deck.
"Thump—!"
He leaped into the air and delivered another whip kick, hooking his ankle around the neck of another figure and pulling him forcefully into the cabin.
"Clang—!"
With a glare forward, the man's black suit ripped apart instantly, and countless flying swords shot out, pinning the dozens of figures to the deck.
"roar..."
This sudden turn of events took Vivian by surprise; what appeared before her were more than ten raggedly dressed humans with exceptionally sharp claws and teeth.
Her mouth opened and closed, but she seemed unable to find the words to describe this species she had never seen before.
"What is this?" She turned her head to look at the man decisively.
"Earlier than expected..." The words seemed to linger only in his ears, and the man just muttered to himself.
"Sir? Sir?"
Vivian's call quickly pulled him back from his thoughts. He shook his head violently and bent down.
He raised his hand and grabbed one of them by the neck, his face grim: "There is no precise word to describe this artificially modified entity within the Magic Corridor."
After a slight pause, he pursed his lips and continued, "If we're talking about habits and characteristics, I'd call it a [vampire]."
"I believe that once this blood magic is perfected, they will henceforth be called the vampires..."
"You would never want to see such a thing born, devoid of all humanity in the pursuit of immortality, created purely for slaughter..."
He explained the matter of vampires in detail, and with each sentence he uttered, the man's mood sank further.
"You think... the family that created this thing will definitely be punished by the gods?"
"well--!"
He closed his eyes tightly, his jaw clenched, and after a long period of brewing emotions, he finally let out a long sigh.
"Is this what the mainland will have to face in the future...?" She crouched down, observing the humanoid creature in astonishment.
He nodded decisively, his gaze growing increasingly ruthless: "That's right! Their bodies don't age, and they can quickly gain control over certain elements by consuming the blood of others."
"Bah!"
With increasing force applied to his fingertips, he quickly snapped the vampire's neck, and with a crisp sound, he separated the vampire's body from its head.
"roar--!"
The severed head slowly rolled to the side of the wooden barrel, a bloody mist filling the deck, accompanied by the sound of flesh writhing.
—The headless corpse grew a more grotesque head!
What's even more terrifying is that the severed head has somehow sprouted several tentacles and is struggling to crawl towards the cabin.
"Smack—!"
With a flick of his finger, another longsword shot out, its pure magic power flowing into the head, which gradually turned to ashes and vanished.
He raised his fist high, orange lightning began to gather, and as arcs of fire spilled out, the man swung a heavy punch at the vampire beneath him.
"null…"
With a dull thud, the fist pierced straight through the vampire's heart, and the overflowing arcs of electricity quickly began to dissolve its body.
After the vampire beneath him completely turned to ashes and vanished, the man clenched his fist, his face filled with worry: "This was clearly just a low-level failure, but its threat is definitely more terrifying than the Black Death..."
Staring in astonishment at everything before her, Vivian was completely dumbfounded: "Without any magical fluctuations, how can their bodies...?"
The words stopped abruptly, followed by the man's deep voice: "Blood magic, as it stands, is more of a curse than magic."
"Theoretically speaking, this blood magic can allow all professions to combine 10 major attributes, but it requires a large amount of blood to be diluted to maintain balance."
"The biggest problem with blood magic is that it needs to drink blood all the time..." After saying this, the man straightened up and slowly walked towards another vampire.
"Crack—!"
Vivian was noticeably faster; she drew her sword and swiftly severed their limbs, but blood did not splatter as expected.
"Slurp..."
In the blink of an eye, their limbs instantly regenerated and slammed hard against the swords embedded in their chests.
"Such exaggerated regenerative ability..." she couldn't help but sigh as she frowned.
After speaking, she turned her gaze to the man's uncertain expression: "Sir, you've kept a lot from me..."
"Sorry... this was a promise I made to that woman." The man pulled down his hat brim and gave a forced smile.
"..."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk about this, Vivian could only helplessly pout: "Then how can we suppress its regenerative ability?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked at his palm and spoke eloquently: "Magic is above all else. Theoretically speaking, if one can master the ultimate magic, one can destroy everything in this world."
"What constitutes the ultimate?" Vivian asked again, completely bewildered.
His gaze swept over the deck that had been pierced earlier. "For example, the lightning attribute I just used, in its most extreme state, is black and red