"What a stupid and ugly guy..."

He transformed into a blood clan. Although Otto still looks like an old man, he is much more feminine and handsome. In addition, his noble family background, he believes that his demeanor and appearance are among the nobles.

In addition, he has recently studied the culture of the blood clan and entered the crossbow of the demon, so he naturally disdained the werewolf like a beast from the bottom of his heart.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Otto raised his eyebrows and immediately a smile appeared on his face with an unexplained smile:

"Oh? There are four people in total? Have you noticed my changes?"

"Usually, you never look for the borers in my family..."

Four people came, and this could not be concealed by Otto's perception. After all, the blood clan is the most sensitive to blood. Even if Otto is a copycat blood clan, the same is true.

Waving his hand, there were about hundreds of bats flying out of the window in the room.

In a suit, Otto was bathed in the cold moonlight and watched the bat leave, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

It seems that he can simply control the bat, which is the ability that Otto only discovered tonight.

Unfortunately, there are only so many bats around the Persme Manor, otherwise he would also like to imitate the scene of Count Dracula becoming a bat.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

At this time, a heavy knock on the door sounded, and Otto's mouth curled: "Come in."

Hearing Otto's voice, several people outside looked at each other, and with the creaking sound of the solid wood door, several men entered one after another, looking at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, which seemed to be a layer of dark fog on his body.

Fortunately, someone was sharp-eyed and saw the TV that was still playing at the first time.

His eyes flashed, and he took a step forward and said respectfully: "Uncle Otto, Germany needs your help now."

Germany needs my help?

Hearing this sentence, Otto wanted to laugh a little. This feeling was really great.

However, when Otto thought of the disdain of these politicians for themselves, he felt cold in his heart.

"Oh? Germany... Such a powerful country needs the help of me, the old man?"

Otto turned around, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

I have to say that he has expanded.

Under the various changes brought by the power of the blood clan, he became a little swelled.

However, expansion is normal.

Because he was just inflated with these mortals, he still maintained humility and awe of the Earl who gave his blood clan power.

Looking at Otto with a sarcastic look, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and said frankly:

"Uncle Otto, about your transformation... it is under German monitoring from beginning to end, but Germany has not disturbed your transformation."

"Please help Germany overcome this difficulty because of its tolerance for you."

When Otto heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

You should know that for Otto, the Earl of Dracula living in the ring is his taboo!

That was his golden finger alone, and no one was allowed to touch him.

"You guys monitor me!"

Looking at the four people, Otto's fangs stretched out uncontrollably, and a black fog that was completely under his control appeared around his body, as if he could choose someone to eat them at any time.

Dada dada...

With the crisp sound of footsteps, Otto held the void in his right hand and a black sword appeared in his hand.

This scene made Fang in the dark feel tired. This old man... has something!

It is not difficult to say that energy mimicry is difficult, but it is a bit rare to find it out like this.

With an unexpected look on his face, Fang Lei thought about it and finally attributed it to Otto's essence.

In essence, Otto is not a blood clan, but a blood warrior, or a monster wearing human skin!

He could instinctively control the power in his body. If he wanted to do this, the only thing he was missing was the flash of inspiration.

But... this flash of inspiration is rare.

The dark mist formed a pair of bat wings in energy state behind Otto. He held a black sword and exposed his sharp fangs. His whole body exuded a powerful aura that only a first-level extraordinary person had!

Such a powerful and evil aura made everyone feel like they fell into an ice cave!

Could it be!

Otto, don’t he think about the bloodline?

This thought flashed subconsciously in everyone's mind!

"Uncle Otto! Even if you don't believe in Germany, please believe that my bloodline is the bloodline of the Pesme family!"

In desperation, the middle-aged man shouted, allowing Otto to stop the pace that was like stepping on their hearts.

"Oh? So what about the bloodline of the Pesme family?"

Otto's face was cold, and everyone who covets his secrets would have to die!

"I think... the Pesmai family will be proud of you!"

"Maybe at present, the Pesmer family cannot be completely your power, but when the curtain of the times opens... the Pesmer family is destined to be one with Uncle Otto."

Looking at Otto with a cold look, the middle-aged man said quickly, and the cold sweat had unconsciously wet his expensive suit.

And these words made Otto's heart move.

He remembered that Count Dracula told himself that in this era, the great Count Dracula would be the ancestor of the blood clan...

And I think no matter how bad I am, I can still become a prince?

As the prince of the blood clan, I must have control over my own power.

There is no need to say much about the energy of the Besmai family, plus the bonds of blood...

Thinking of this, Otto's face once again smiled:
Chapter completed!