As the button was pressed, under the power of technology, a large amount of blood was drawn from the basement of Otto's room into this pool of blood.

In the sound of gurgling, a smell of blood came out from the bottom of the blood pool, and at the same time a spiritual force was also emitted.

"Yes, this is extraordinary blood!"

"Well... very good, I can feel the freshness and quantity of these extraordinary blood, Otto, you did a great job."

"When I resurrect, you will be my most respected slave."

Count Dracula's voice was filled with excitement and satisfaction with Otto.

Otto once again stamped his head on the ground and whispered: "Your loyal servant is looking forward to your recovery."

Although his tone was still humble, under the shadow, Otto's eyes were already cold.

Then he looked up and stared at Count Dracula's transformation.

I saw a rich blood flame burst out from the ring, and instantly turned the metal ring into ashes.

Then the blood inflammation subsided, and a drop of red blood was suspended in the air.

The next moment, the blood in the entire blood pool suddenly rotated violently, and thin blood-colored lines shot towards the drop of blood.

A gurgling sound rang in the room. In the rich blood light, the drop of blood kept twisting and expanding, gradually transforming towards a human form.

After more than ten minutes, as the last drop of blood was absorbed by the swelling human blood, all the blood light suddenly subsided.

A naked middle-aged man appeared in front of Otto.

The man had golden hair, blue eyes and slightly raised corners of his mouth, making him as sacred as an angel who descended to earth.

However, the man's face was very pale, and his whole body was filled with an evil aura.

Walking naked to Otto, looking at Otto condescendingly, Fang Lei controlled the Count Dracula whom he used his divine power to shape, and said with satisfaction:

"Very well, my loyal servant, you did a great job."

"Although my power wasted because of your damn infestation potion program, since I, Dracula, have recovered, one day I will regain my peak power again."

"The most important thing is that without the bloodline constraints of other old guys, I will be the ancestor of the blood clan!"

The naked Dracula opened her arms, and the dark power condensed around him, turning into a dark tuxedo. A terrifying pressure emanated from him, making Otto's entire body stiffen.

"Is this the pressure of bloodline... I must break the shackles of this bloodline!"

Otto knelt on the ground, trembling constantly, but his heart was filled with heat.

"Hmm? What's going on! My power!"

The next moment, Dracula let out a roar of surprise, and under the roar, the powerful pressure that enveloped Otto disappeared!

Under the powerful power of the blood clan, Otto turned into a black light and instantly retreated, widening the distance from Count Dracula.

I saw a thick black mist spreading out on Earl Dracula's body, making his face full of pain.

"It's you?!"

Seeing Otto's retreat and his cold expression, Count Dracula stared at Otto with crazy murderous intent in his eyes.

"You deserve to die!"

A terrifying aura erupted, and Dracula took a step forward, making Otto's face pale in an instant.

But the next moment, Count Dracula's figure flashed, and he seemed extremely painful.

Otto was stunned at first, then a crazy smile appeared on his face:

"Dear Lord Dracula, didn't expect it?"

"I have to admit that the plants you have worked diligently to demonize really have powerful power, and even the blood clan will suffer fatal damage under such power."

Looking at Dracula's trembling body and the sudden blood vessels, Otto was relieved.

"How is it? Is it uncomfortable to have all the magic riots in my body?"

"Didn't it besides the magic riot, but also feel a force eroding your body and consuming your blood energy?"

Otto had an exaggerated smile on his face, and he looked sick and crazy.

Count Dracula stared at Otto with cold eyes and almost gritted his teeth:

"Very good... I didn't expect that I would be plotted by an ant like you!"

"But do you think you will win me? This Count is an Earl after all, and you are not qualified to attack me."

"When I drive away the toxicity in my body, I will suck your blood dry! Let you become a blood slave who only knows how to kill!"

Otto looked calm: "Blood slave? A new knowledge point, very good."

As he said that, Otto spread his hands, looking indifferent:

"Yes, under the suppression of blood, I can't attack you. But if I don't attack, it doesn't mean that others can't attack."

Count Dracula sneered: "What to do? Do you rely on the technological weapons of these ordinary people? And he is a decay who is close to his life?"

"Just just firearms, I have seen them a long time ago. Although those bullets can penetrate my body that has not been strengthened by magic, I am the Count of the Blood Clan!"

"Haha, if there is a nuclear bomb, I will be afraid. Without a nuclear bomb... As the Count of the Blood Clan, I am destined to be immortal!"

"You look confident, it's ridiculous."

Otto sneered and clapped his hands. Suddenly, the door of the secret room was opened, and an old man dressed in well-skinned with hair and beard walked in.

Looking at the Count Dracula, who was emitting black air all over his body and was in pain, the old man bowed slightly to Otto:

"Master, if I die, please take care of my grandson more for today's friendship."

Otto nodded seriously: "Don't worry, your wife, children... I'll raise you for you. Of course, I don't think I have this opportunity."

The old man dressed in the servant smiled, then took out a pistol that was as exquisite as a work of art and pointed it at Count Dracula.

This scene was ridiculous. The old man who stepped into the coffin with one and a half feet actually pointed his pistol at the dignified Earl of Dracula.

This is undoubtedly as childish as a child holding a water-squeezing gun at a dinosaur!

However, both Otto and the old man were very serious. Otto gave him a look. The old man immediately understood and aimed carefully for a while before gently pulling the trigger.

With a loud bang, a bullet with a rich holy light shot out of the gun chamber, directly piercing through Count Dracula's body, causing Count Dracula to roar in pain.

"Holy Light?! How is it possible! How can ordinary people master the power of holy light!"

Dracula looked incredible. He knew about the pistol, but being able to shoot the pistol of the Holy Light undoubtedly refreshed his three views.

The holy light penetrated his body, and the divine light made his body unable to heal for a long time.

"It's wrong."

The old servant looked at Otto, and Otto nodded: "I know, go ahead."

The old servant nodded as well, and then pulled the trigger again.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets with rich holy light were fired out of thin air!

In fact, the power of these extraordinary guns is the level of first-level magic.

But the holy light is the sacred power to restrain evil creatures, not to mention that Count Dracula is fighting against the violent toxicity extracted from scientific means in his body!

These bullets are more like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

After bullets fell one by one, Count Dracula's body was already full of holes, but he had no choice. He was rioting all over his magic, and his blood energy was being swallowed up, and he had no way to resist the holy light that was not worth mentioning to him.

"Bang!"

The old servant's eyes were blurred. At this moment, his skin was loose, his original white hair turned gray, and his body became much thinner to the naked eye.

With the last force, the old servant pulled the trigger for the last time. When a gunshot flashed by the holy light, it directly penetrated Count Dracula's head, which was not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

And the old servant fell down heavily.

He just recovered and condensed his flesh and blood. Before he could use his magic to strengthen his body, Dracula encountered this series of methods.

Especially the last bullet just now made Count Dracula's brain lose consciousness instantly.

The brain lost consciousness, and the new body of Count Dracula, which had not yet been born, suddenly lost resistance.

Under the powerful power of those extraordinary poisons, ashes floated out of Count Dracula's body, and the blood and dark power that formed his body began to collapse!

Otto clenched his fists and stared at the scene tightly. His heart was jumping wildly. Even as a blood clan, his pale face turned red without any natural flushing.

Finally, under Otto's gaze, the newly recovered Count Dracula turned to ashes.

Only a drop of bright red blood was suspended in the air.

roar!

Otto couldn't wait any longer, he roared and stretched out his fangs and rushed towards the blood.

With a gurgle, the high concentration of blood potion was swallowed by Otto as Dracula's blood.

For homologous blood agents, high concentrations naturally need to cover low concentrations, and the risk is greatly reduced.

As soon as the blood bleeded, Otto felt a familiar but even stronger force began to spread in his body.
To be continued...