[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - 7

Chapter 019 Lewd Version, Am I the Modern Tang Monk?
"Vulcan Defense Wall."
Mai Shiranui's voice rang out again at the most dangerous moment, suddenly like an explosive blast, a shockwave slammed the werewolf leader far away, and a wall of flames seemed to rise from the ground, white flames instantly spreading over a range of more than ten meters.
"The werewolf's body is indeed strong, but unfortunately, physical strength can never compare to pure power."
The flames slowly dissipated, and Mai Shiranui's figure reappeared within the flames.
"Was that magic you used just now?"
The werewolf leader stretched his body; the impact Mai Shiranui had just unleashed had taken a toll on him, and his strong muscles seemed to be a little sore.
"Ninjutsu, I used the most authentic Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu."
At this moment, Mai Shiranui seemed to be wearing a suit of fire armor, the intensely erupting white flames completely protecting her body.
"Interesting, I didn't expect real ninjutsu to be even more amazing than in the movies. However, a human is still a human. No matter how strong you are, you can't be my match."
The werewolf shook his head and said.
"Words are useless. The sin of offending the master can only be cleansed with blood."
Mai Shiranui casually slashed twice with her long sword, the sound of an airplane tearing through the air echoing from the blade.
"Then let's fight."
The werewolf let out a strange laugh, bent down, and grabbed the two- or three-ton concrete block from the ground. The concrete block, which even a crane would need great strength to move, was hurled at Mai Shiranui like a small stone.
"This is bad. Ninjas are not known for their strength. As long as the werewolf focuses on fighting Mai with strength, Mai's ninjutsu will have a hard time unleashing its true power."
Yang Yan, who was watching the battle, frowned.
"It's alright. I heard that the sect leader has successfully advanced to become the only Heavenly Ninja. She should have a way to deal with the werewolf."
Shiranui Yue said confidently.
"Secret Technique. True. Rending Flame Vajra Break."
Facing the enormous concrete block hurtling towards her, Mai Shiranui gripped her sword with both hands, and white flames condensed on the long sword. The white flame sword drew a beautiful blade of light, and the concrete block was immediately cut into countless small fragments that fell to the ground.
"Die..."
Just as Mai Shiranui finished cutting through the cement block, the werewolf's massive body broke through the cement fragments, and a pair of gray wolf claws, combined with the werewolf's full strength, pressed down on Mai Shiranui. With the werewolf's immense strength, even stone and steel would shatter completely if pressed against it; once it pressed against Mai Shiranui's body, it would guarantee that this hateful woman would lose all ability to resist in just one strike.
"Don't underestimate the Heavenly Ninja. The Heavenly Ninja are super existences at the pinnacle of ninjas."
Mai Shiranui coldly said to the werewolf, her long sword already sheathed. Mai Shiranui used her slender hands to block the werewolf's massive wolf claws. Due to the werewolf's immense strength, Mai Shiranui seemed to be pressed into the ground, half of her lower legs disappearing into the soil.
But Mai Shiranui did indeed block the werewolf, completely withstanding the werewolf's deadly attack with the strength of her bare body.
"Tennin, even in a contest of pure physical strength, I wouldn't lose to a beast like you."
Mai Shiranui's voice was devoid of emotion. Just as the werewolf was stunned by Mai's immense strength, she grabbed its paw, let out a roar, and with a burst of power, lifted the werewolf's massive body off the ground, hurling it into the air.
Except for flying creatures, any being thrown into the air loses control. The sky is empty; even with immense strength, there's no foothold. Although the werewolf regained its reflexes after being thrown, it was helpless against its predicament. Its four legs flailed wildly, but it could only watch its body plummet towards the ground.
"Secret Technique. True. Rending Flame Vajra Slash!"
Mai had already calculated the werewolf's landing point. White flames once again enveloped her longsword, ready to slice the werewolf to pieces the instant it fell.
Just as Mai Shiranui was waiting for the werewolf to land, a shrill wolf howl suddenly rang out. A white lightning bolt, barely visible to Mai, flashed across the sky, and the figure thrown into the air vanished before her eyes.
"Don't even think about escaping."
Although her eyes couldn't see clearly, Mai Shiranui's honed combat instincts clearly told her that a powerful outsider had saved the werewolf from certain death. In an instant, more than ten ninja shuriken roared from Mai's hands, aiming directly at the werewolf's next landing point.
The wolf howl rose again. A werewolf nearly three meters tall, covered in long, silver-white fur, grabbed the werewolf leader whom Mai had defeated with one hand, and with the other, knocked away Mai's shuriken with a claw. The white-furred werewolf was also forced to stop.
"Secret Technique. True. Blazing Flame Vajra Break!"
Enraged that the silver-white werewolf had saved her from certain death right before her eyes, Mai Shiranui attacked, her flaming longsword slashing down at the werewolf's neck.
With a piercing howl, the werewolf's free silver claws blocked Mai Shiranui's longsword. A violent metallic clang rang out as the claws struck the blade. The beautiful and powerful female ninja and the towering werewolf seemed frozen in time, their movements ceased. The only indication that they were still locked in a fierce battle was the slight trembling of their bodies from the excessive exertion.
Perhaps a second passed, perhaps an hour. As the werewolf and Mai Shiranui frantically increased their strength in their clash, a crisp, resounding snapping sound rang out. Mai Shiranui's longsword shattered into pieces. Simultaneously, the werewolf let out another howl. The silver claws used to deflect the blade had broken completely, more than ten broken bones piercing through the muscle, blood staining its long, white fur crimson.
Mai Shiranui, momentarily stunned by the sudden loss of her weapon, immediately clenched her fists, preparing to fight the werewolves again. However, the werewolves clearly wouldn't give her another chance, carrying their wounded leader and howling as they frantically fled into the distance, leaving only the faint echoes of their howls in the distance.
"Damn it, they're really fast."
Although Mai Shiranui believed her speed was comparable to the werewolves, she dared not pursue them directly. If the werewolves attacked while she was chasing the silver-white werewolf, she would be unable to explain herself if her master suffered any harm.
"It can escape, but you inhuman creatures think you can escape too?"
Seeing the remaining hundred or so werewolves attempting to flee after losing their leader, Mai Shiranui sneered, grabbing at the air with one hand, and two small katana, no more than forty centimeters long, appeared in her grasp.
"Retreat."
Faced with a woman who could defeat their leader single-handedly, the werewolves, though lacking in intelligence and incredibly brave, dared not fight Mai Shiranui. With a shout, they all fled back the way they came.
"If I let trash like you escape from my grasp, would I still be a Heavenly Ninja?"
Mai Shiranui sneered, transforming into a red light, flashing through the retreating werewolves like lightning. Two katanas were embedded in the ground before her, and two unconscious werewolves lay beneath her feet. Within a minute, the remaining werewolves collapsed, convulsing before dying.
"Clean up the battlefield. Drag those two away and give them a good talking to. I want to know what these dog-headed bastards are doing in Japan."
Mai Shiranui straightened her clothes, washed her hands in the copper basin brought by a ninja, tidied her hair, and gave orders to the dozen or so black-clad ninjas kneeling behind her.
"Yes, Master."
The ninjas answered in unison. Two ninjas, wielding two large iron hooks with chains as thick as an arm attached, pierced the collarbones of the two unconscious werewolves, then chained them shut. Four ninjas carried the werewolves away from Mai Shiranui's sight.
The dead werewolves reverted to human bodies. The ninjas, from who knows where, found a container truck, loaded the corpses onto it like cargo, and hauled them away. In less than half a day, the area outside the villa was cleaned up, and even the ground damaged by the werewolves was paved with new cement.
Just as the werewolves' attempt to storm the villa failed, in a sealed room beneath the Shikoku Building in the heart of Tokyo, a computer projector was transmitting images from an ancient European castle via satellite.
"Your Highness, last night the werewolves launched several attacks on the Dragon's Descendants, all of which we thwarted. However, three of our male companions who came to Japan have perished,"
the beautiful female vampire countess, Yuri, knelt on the ground and bowed to the middle-aged man in the projection.
"We absolutely cannot allow the Dragon's Descendant to suffer any harm. He is crucial to the birth of our next prince. For the sake of our noble vampire clan's impending succession, you must protect the Dragon's Descendant."
A hint of impatience appeared on the weathered face of the middle-aged man.
"Your Highness, is that Easterner really that important?"
Yuri, who had followed Dracula for four hundred years, had never seen Prince Dracula, who had endured a thousand years of trials, so overjoyed.
"When I became the second vampire prince, my great ancestor Cain prophesied to me that the third prince could only descend with the help of the Dragon's Descendant..."
Dracula was lost in memories of the great vampire ancestor, the first vampire prince.
At 12:10 a.m., Kagerou, who had spent the day sightseeing in Tokyo with Mai Shiranui, returned to the Shiranui villa.
"Master, Sect Master, the two werewolves we captured have confessed."
Yang Yan had just sat down and accepted the red wine offered by Mai Shiranui when Shiranui Yue, who was in charge of intelligence for the Shiranui clan, carefully carried a thick stack of documents into the room. After setting the documents down, she bowed to Yang Yan and Mai Shiranui.
"Confessed? So quickly?"
Yang Yan was somewhat surprised. He knew that in movies, captured characters were often subjected to whipping and burning without confessing. He hadn't expected these werewolves, who looked ten times stronger than humans, to confess in less than a day.
"They confessed this afternoon. Excluding our preparation time, they only resisted for forty-two minutes before going from hurling insults to begging for mercy and confessing."
Shiranui Yue seemed somewhat smug.
"They confessed to so much?"
Looking at the thick stack of documents in Shiranui Yue's hand, Yang Yan thought that if these guys could really confess so much in just one afternoon, they would definitely make a fortune writing online fantasy novels. Such a thick document, at 500 words per page, would have at least hundreds of thousands of words—faster than reading a book, and they'd never have to worry about readers urging them to finish.
"No, this is all the information I've compiled about werewolves based on their confessions and the data we found, as well as their purpose in coming to Japan to harass my master."
Shiranui Yue noticed Yang Yan's hesitation.
"Why did they come looking for trouble with me?"
Yang Yan asked directly.
"This…"
Shiranui Yue hesitated, looking at Shiranui Mai.
"Speak."
Yang Yan frowned, fixing his gaze on Shiranui Yue.
"Master, please take a look at the documents we found regarding the Descendants of the Dragon."
Shiranui Yue handed over a document. Yang Yan took it and glanced at it. The first half of the document consisted of rubbings of ancient wooden slips, all written in strange, incomprehensible characters. The images that followed were likely rubbings of ancient stone tablets. The entire document contained no readable characters.
"What language is this? I can't understand it at all."
Yang Yan quickly skimmed through the incomprehensible material and then casually handed it to Shiranui Mai.
"The first few pages are rubbings of bamboo slips unearthed from ancient tombs in Shaanxi, China. Based on carbon-14 dating, they are records from approximately 5,000 years ago. The latter pages are rubbings of stone tablets unearthed in Northern Europe, records from 2,000 years ago."
Shiranui Yue handed over several pages of printed paper.
"These are translations by scholars."
"The King's Eye, the Great Holy Emperor, the King of the Dragon Clan, the Great Xuanyuan, unified the gods a hundred years ago, and specially enfeoffed all the gods in the Xuanyuan Divine Realm. However, the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan's injuries from his battle with Chiyou have worsened, and he has decided to use a secret method to reincarnate on the third day of the autumn month of this year, commanding a thousand goddesses, to continue the bloodline of the dragon. Five thousand years later, on the day of the sun, he will reappear in the mortal world..."
Yang Yan read the translation softly.
"According to the werewolves' confession, and according to the prophecy obtained by the werewolf prophet, as long as they can eat a piece of the flesh and blood of the Dragon's Descendant, their abilities will increase a hundredfold. If the werewolf leader can eat the Dragon's Descendant, then he can surpass the Vampire Prince and become the overlord of the dark world, and may even become a new Demon King surpassing Satan,"
Shiranui Yue said.
"The Dragon's Descendant? You're not talking about me, are you?"
Yang Yan immediately felt a headache coming on; he hadn't expected these werewolves to come looking for him.
"I'm sorry, Master, this Dragon's Descendant should be you,"
Shiranui Yue said with a hint of regret.
"..."
A silence fell over the room. Yang Yan found it even more unbelievable. There was a legend that eating Tang Sanzang's flesh could grant immortality; he never imagined he'd become a modern-day Tang Sanzang. He wondered if only werewolves believed this, or if all demons did. If all demons believed it, then he really would have to find Sun Wukong to protect him.
"Master, don't worry, your safety will be protected by us ninjas,"
Shiranui Mai whispered, comforting Yang Yan.
"It's no use. I'll be plagued by all the demons from now on. But, dying under a peony is still romantic, Mai, let's have a passionate love affair!"
Yang Yan decided to channel his grief into desire, to properly enjoy Shiranui Mai's alluring body, to make the most of his short life.
"Master, although we don't know if you are truly a descendant of the dragon, we should eliminate anything that is detrimental to you. I think we should deal with the werewolves immediately and try to eradicate them completely,"
Shiranui Yue suggested to Yang Yan.
"That's a good idea. Although our ninja forces cannot reach Europe, there are many people in Europe who are hostile to the werewolves. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can provide financial assistance and ask the Vatican, mercenaries, and assassins to work together to eliminate the werewolves in Europe. We should immediately mobilize all of Japan's resources to eliminate the werewolves that have come to Japan. As long as we are willing to spend money, I believe we can at least inflict a great blow on the werewolves,"
Shiranui Mai, as expected of the head of the Shiranui ninja clan, quickly proposed a series of feasible solutions.
"So what business does the vampire have with me now?"
Yang Yan asked Shiranui Yue.
"We don't have much information about vampires. Vampires are extremely powerful demons in Europe, and are the mortal enemies of werewolves. The current vampire prince is Count Dracula, who cursed God for a thousand years and was punished by God. Judging from the information we obtained from the Roman Catholic Church, Dracula's power is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Within a thousand miles of Dracula's castle, no one other than a vampire can get close. Over the past thousand years, the Roman Catholic Church has besieged Dracula's castle seventeen times, each time suffering countless casualties but unable to harm him,"
Shiranui Tsuki replied.
"That's not right. If Dracula's power is that great, then why hasn't he destroyed the Catholic Church in the past thousand years? Instead, it's the Catholic Church that's been eliminating vampires,"
Yang Yan felt incredibly puzzled.
"That's because Dracula can't leave his castle. Otherwise, where in Europe would the Catholic Church still have a place to exist?"
Shiranui Tsuki smiled.
"As expected of the mysterious Japanese ninjas, they can even uncover these most secretive intelligence."
A crisp clapping sound rang out, and darkness suddenly appeared in the previously dark place. The beautiful vampire countess Yuri slowly emerged from the darkness.
"Don't think that just because vampires can control darkness, they can disregard us ninjas."
A murderous voice sounded behind Yuri, and a cold longsword was held to Yuri's neck from behind.
"Ninjas are indeed ninjas, very powerful indeed. However, I have no intention of making enemies of ninjas. I am only representing the great vampire prince Dracula to invite the esteemed descendant of the dragon, Lord Yangyan, to Dracula's Castle."
Yuri didn't care about the longsword held to her neck by the ninja. These weapons, without the enhancement of holy power, could not actually harm her, an immortal vampire.
"Dracula? Sorry, I have no interest in men."
Yangyan thought for a moment and then replied.
"Haha, Lord Yangyan is too good at joking."
Yuri laughed very elegantly.
"Don't try to scare us with Dracula's name. This isn't Europe. We, the Shiranui clan, aren't afraid of you vampires,"
Mai Shiranui said coldly to Yuri.
"You all misunderstand. We, the noble vampires, don't lie. We have no intention of being enemies with Mr. Kagero or your ninja clan. We just hope Mr. Kagero can go to Europe and do us a small favor,"
Yuri said with a smile.
"If there's something that even your vampire clan can't handle, then I can't help you either. I think this is better. I've heard that the missionaries of the Roman Catholic Church are quite fond of helping people. I think you can ask them for help,"
Kagero said with a smile to Yuri. In the movies, those terrifying vampires love to deceive people. This beautiful vampire must want to trick him into going out so she can enjoy the blood of this handsome young man. Just thinking about it terrifies him. He's determined not to go with them.
"...Nonsense! If those missionaries liked helping others, they wouldn't be constantly fighting with our Dark Council or Islam every day."
Yuri cursed those bastard directors in her heart for making vampire movies, making it impossible for her, a genuine vampire beauty, to even hire someone.
Chapter 020 Dracula, the Vampire King
"I don't care what grudges you have with the Vatican, those are none of my business."
Yang Yan took a sip of red wine and closed his eyes.
"Lord Yang Yan, I only hope that you will come back to Europe with me to see our Prince. Of course, if Your Excellency has any specific requests for us, we can sit down and talk about it."
Yuri took a deep breath, her mood returning to calm.
"There's nothing to talk about. We will absolutely not allow our master to take such a risk."
Mai Shiranui said coldly to Yuri.
“The Dragon's Descendants aren't safe in Japan now either. The werewolves are determined to devour them like a modern-day Tang Sanzang. If our vampire clan hadn't intervened last night, the werewolves would have already started their attack. Although I don't know how you defeated the werewolf attack this morning, the strongest werewolf to appear in Japan this time was only a mid-level werewolf. Given the werewolves' interest in the Dragon's Descendants, I believe they will soon send out more mid-level werewolves, and perhaps even high-level ones. At that time, will your ninjas really be able to protect the Dragon's Descendants?”
Yuri smiled slightly.
“Whether we are capable or not, we can test it.”
Mai Shiranui placed one hand on the long sword at her waist, her eyes locked on the beautiful vampire count Yuri, ready to strike at any moment.
“Not bad, in terms of combat power alone, you are already on par with a count-level vampire, but…”
Yuri stared at Mai Shiranui for a moment and smiled.
“Strong combat power requires matching combat experience. Although your combat power is close to mine, you don’t have much experience using this level of power in combat. If we really fight, I can definitely finish you off in ten strikes. And don’t forget, I’m not like a werewolf. I’m an immortal vampire. Even if I get injured by your attacks, I can finish the fight in the first strike. Once you’re dead, I won’t believe that any ninjas are this powerful.”
“Ninjas will not yield to any pressure.”
Mai Shiranui’s eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
“Alright, Mai, let me talk to her.”
Yang Yan reached out and pulled Mai Shiranui to sit down beside him.
“Lord Yang Yan, if the Japanese Tantric sect still existed, non-human creatures from outside Japan would not be able to enter Japan. Now that Japan has lost the protection of the Tantric sect, the werewolf’s reinforcements should be coming here soon. For your safety, please come back to Europe with me. No matter how powerful the werewolves are, they wouldn’t dare to operate near the Prince’s castle.”
Yuri said to Yang Yan.
"Hehe, if it's just for my safety, I think I'd be better off going to Tibet. Tibetan Tantric Buddhism is the mainstream, and mainland China shouldn't be accessible to werewolves and your vampires,"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"Indeed, mainland China has been protected by the Yellow Emperor's formation since ancient times, preventing our vampires and werewolves from entering. However, I still implore you, Lord Yang Yan, to accompany me to Europe. Our vampires truly need your help,"
Yuli said, her expression somber. According to the Prince's orders, nothing could be accomplished unless the Dragon's Descendant voluntarily helped the vampires.
"Actually, a trip to Europe wouldn't be bad, but all my expenses in Europe will be covered by your vampires,"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"What…"
Yuli couldn't believe her ears. Yang Yan had actually agreed to accompany her back to Europe.
"Go to Europe and extort a fortune from the vampires, then let the vampires and werewolves fight to the death…"
Because Yang Yan still had a case to solve, he dared not return to China, so he began to calculate how to maximize his own gains.
Five hours later, Yang Yan and Mai Shiranui boarded the private jet prepared by Yuri, heading to Europe.
"This really is a vampire's private jet..."
Yang Yan said with certainty, looking at the rather luxurious interior.
"Yeah, it's too dark and eerie."
Mai Shiranui agreed with Yang Yan's opinion.
The spacious cabin was surprisingly windowless; apparently, all the window spaces were replaced with LCD screens, displaying the outside scene directly in. While there were a few very comfortable seats, the European-style coffins at the back looked quite unique. The dim lighting and eerie atmosphere made this plane truly…
“I’m sorry, sunlight is too harmful to us vampires, so…”
Yuri smiled apologetically at Yang Yan.
“Come on, have some red wine. This is a top-quality red wine that His Highness the Prince has treasured for seven hundred years.”
As the plane took off, Yuri got up and carefully took out a bottle of red wine from the sealed wine cabinet. It was only about a third full, and the bottle was sealed with wax, making it look very precious.
“700-year-old red wine? Did you let it get lost?”
Yang Yan knew that red wine was very difficult to preserve; it couldn’t be stored away like spirits and drunk as it aged.
“Time isn’t a big problem for vampires, and His Highness is particularly fond of red wine. These fine wines were specially brought out by His Highness to entertain you.”
Yuri carefully cut the wax seal on the bottle, gently swirling it, and a rich aroma wafted out.
“Hmm, a very pure taste…”
Mai Shiranui closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the aroma, as if trying to let it permeate her entire body. After a long while, she exhaled and opened her eyes, saying,
“Of course, this is His Highness’s treasured collection.”
Yuri carefully poured the wine into a crystal goblet, looking at the smooth, blood-red liquid, and couldn’t help but lick her sexy lips.
“Try it; you can’t find such good wine anywhere else.”
Yuri carefully handed the wine to Yang Yan, seemingly very reluctant to part with it.
“Hmm, I didn’t expect vampire wine to be so good. It would be nice to extort a few dozen bottles from Dracula sometime.”
Yang Yan held the red wine to his nose, enjoying its incredibly mellow aroma, and said to Yuri.
"Dozens of bottles... Even His Highness the Prince only has less than ten bottles of this kind of wine. Where are you going to find dozens of bottles?"
Yuri almost fainted. What did he think this wine was? Plain water? You could have as many as you wanted.
"How exactly did Dracula become a vampire? Was he really turned into a vampire by God?"
Yang Yan hugged Mai Shiranui and held the expensive red wine to her lips. Then he asked Yuri.
"The Prince's story has been circulated in countless versions around the world. In fact, most of these stories are based on true events. However, what they don't know is that His Highness was not turned into a vampire by God. Rather, it was God's curse that made His Highness suffer a fate worse than death. When His Highness was on the verge of collapse, he met our great ancestor, Lord Cain. Lord Cain turned His Highness into a vampire to help him escape God's curse,"
Yuri said calmly.
"Why do you all seem so emotionless when you talk about these things? It's like you're telling the story of completely unrelated people?"
Yang Yan swallowed the red wine that Mai Shiranui's full red lips had passed to him, casually sucking on her nimble tongue before asking Yuri.
"The Prince has lived for a thousand years, and I've lived for four hundred years. These things are already etched into the depths of our souls, and they can no longer stir any emotions in us,"
Yuri explained.
"Does Dracula have any bad habits? Like drinking the blood of beautiful young men?"
Although Yang Yan had agreed to meet Dracula, he didn't want to become Dracula's tonic.
"Lord Dracula is a true gentleman. Since we invited you here, we won't harm you. By the way, let me tell you a secret. Actually, we haven't killed or drunk blood for hundreds of years. Although vampires are stronger than humans, they are not as numerous. It's not worth it for us to have a conflict with humans. So for hundreds of years, we have tried our best to hide our existence and integrate into society,"
Yuri said with a smile.
"Don't you rely on blood to survive? How do you live if you don't kill and drink blood?"
Yang Yan felt strange.
“We have blood slaves. These blood slaves volunteer to provide us with their blood. We provide them with what they need, and they provide us with their blood. For them, donating blood once a month doesn't harm their health, and they can live a much better life than ordinary people. It's a kind of exchange,”
Yuri smiled.
“…What about werewolves?”
Yang Yan continued to ask.
“Human blood can regenerate indefinitely. We only need to collect enough blood once a month that won't affect human health. This method is obviously ineffective against werewolves. First, werewolves' violent nature means they can't eat politely like us nobles. Second, I don't believe the human body can regenerate indefinitely. You know, werewolves feed on human flesh. For such lowly creatures to be compared to us nobles by some people who don't know the situation is simply an insult to the nobility.”
Having waged a thousand-year war between vampires and werewolves, Yuri clearly had no goodwill towards werewolves, her words filled with contempt.
The plane arrived at the French border town at dawn. Strangely, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The plane landed safely in such extremely unfavorable weather. Yuri led Yangyan and Mai Shiranui into a limousine. Looking out through the sealed windows, the dark clouds that had blanketed the sky gradually dissipated.
"You guys are really good at predicting the weather. If it weren't for the clouds, you'd probably be bathed in sunlight by now,"
Yangyan said with a smile.
"It's not that we're good at predicting; it was our power that influenced the weather,"
Yuri smiled.
"It seems werewolves have also used weather-influencing magic, but it doesn't seem very convenient. I didn't see you chant any spells just now. How did you manage to do it?"
Mai Shiranui was curious about the vampires' method of influencing the weather.
"Werewolves don't have magical talent; they can't use magic. You say werewolves influence the weather, but they probably spend a lot of money to have witches seal the magic within their bodies and then activate it using a special incantation. We vampires are natural warriors and magic manipulators. Vampires of the rank of Count and above all have methods to influence the weather, but they can't do it for too long,"
Yuri explained.
"You'd better get some sleep now. It's still a long way to the Prince's castle,"
Yuri said to Yangyan with a smile.
"Alright, wake me when we get there."
Yang Yan had drunk quite a bit of red wine and had been on a plane all night, so he was feeling quite exhausted. He put an arm around Mai Shiranui's waist, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yuri asked, looking at Mai Shiranui's wide-open eyes.
"No need. Ninjas can go for more than half a month without sleeping."
How could Mai Shiranui feel comfortable sleeping next to a vampire?
"Whatever, I need to rest too."
Yuri smiled, closed her eyes, and seemed to die, even her breathing stopped.
When Yang Yan awoke, dusk was approaching, and the car slowly drove along the rugged country road. Looking out through the specially designed windows, it appeared to be a rather prosperous village; people busy in the fields looked up at the car, so incongruous with the rural landscape.
"This is already His Highness the Prince's territory. That mountain ahead is His Highness's castle,"
Yuri said, pointing to a massive, ancient castle shrouded in black clouds atop a rather tall mountain.
"So blatantly using dark clouds to cover the sky, are all the people living around here vampires?"
Yang Yan asked, looking at the exaggerated clouds.
"These people are all humans, but they all know of His Highness's existence. The humans here have lived alongside our vampire clan for thousands of years. They accept our protection and live freely on this land. Even during World War II, the German army didn't dare disturb their peaceful lives,"
Yuri replied with a smile.
The car soon entered the area shrouded in dark clouds, as if crossing a clear dividing line, day turning into night.
"There are actually quite a few plants growing here."
Yang Yan was a little surprised to see so many green plants surviving in the complete darkness.
"This dark cloud isn't always there. His Highness the Prince is a person who likes greenery, so he makes sure the sunlight shines down at a certain time every day to ensure the plants grow. And since His Highness controls the weather in this area, the plants here grow better than elsewhere."
Just as Yuri was speaking, the car arrived at the castle gate, and the grating sound of the wheels turning filled the air as the huge wooden drawbridge in front of the castle gate was lowered.
"Can the wood support the weight of the car?"
Yang Yan asked with some concern, watching the driver seemingly about to drive the car into the castle.
"No problem, this drawbridge is made of thousand-year-old ironwood, stronger than steel."
As if to verify Yuri's words, the car drove across the drawbridge, which made an unpleasant creaking sound but didn't sway at all. The car slowly drove into the castle of Dracula, one of the most famous vampires in legend. The
car stopped in the square behind the city gate, and several beautiful white girls opened the car doors and helped Yang Yan and the other two out of the car.
"Where is His Highness the Prince?"
Yuri asked.
"His Highness has been waiting in the hall for over an hour, Count Yuri, you'd better hurry over,"
the girl said to Yuri.
"His Highness is already waiting for us, let's go,"
Yuri called to Yangyan, and led him up the steps. After about ten minutes, Yuri led Yangyan into a very spacious hall. The
ancient white stones had long since turned gray after a thousand years of wind and frost. The flat floor was covered with a thick red carpet, which looked particularly vibrant under the soft lighting. At the far end of the nearly 100-square-meter hall, three huge stone statues were enshrined on a stone platform more than a meter high. In front of the platform, a middle-aged man dressed in a black tailcoat sat on a very old-looking high-backed stone chair.
The middle-aged man's skin was abnormally pale, without a trace of blood. His blue eyes occasionally turned blood red. His golden hair and short beard gave him a very rugged feeling. The image of a very powerful middle-aged nobleman was Yangyan's first impression of this world-famous vampire.
"Welcome, friend from the ancient East."
When Dracula's blue gaze locked onto Yang Yan, the all-seeing look in his eyes made Yang Yan feel extremely uncomfortable.
"You're Dracula?"
Yang Yan frowned.
"Respected friend, first, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dracula. I was once the commander of the Roman Catholic Church's Crusades, a devout believer, and now I am the noble vampire prince Dracula, God's most hated enemy, and the heretic the Roman Catholic Church most wants to burn at the stake."
Sensing Yang Yan's comfort, Dracula smiled, stood up from his chair, opened his eyes, and said very casually.
"I know, I've read countless versions of your story..."
Yang Yan replied.
"Haha, although there are countless versions, not one of them doesn't say that Dracula is the embodiment of evil. He cursed God, blasphemed the gods, and was abandoned by God. Even worse, some versions say that Dracula turned the world into hell in his search for his bride. Haha, and some versions say that I, Dracula, actually repented completely and returned to the embrace of the Lord. It's hilarious..."
Dracula's loud laughter interrupted Yang Yan's words.
"History is always written by the victors, so the history we see may not be the true history."
Yang Yan nodded. It seemed that Dracula wasn't as evil as the rumors made him out to be.
"That's right. Putting everything else aside, looking at the entire history of the Roman Catholic Church, which of those so-called servants of God wasn't a thief and a prostitute? On the surface, they pretended to be virtuous, but in reality, their blood was full of evil."
Dracula clearly despised the Church to the extreme.
"And who are these three?"
Yang Yan smiled and carefully observed the three life-sized statues behind Dracula. Three statues, two men and one woman. The man in the middle was of average appearance and build, with muscular builds visible beneath his rough linen clothes. The woman on the left was tall with large breasts that almost burst out of her clothes. The man on the right, however, was quite handsome, wearing a thorn ring on his head and clutching a strange pouch.
"They are the great ancestors of our vampire clan,"
Dracula said, turning to look at the three statues with reverence.
"Dracula isn't the only famous vampire in history. There are several others even more famous than Dracula, but due to the passage of time and their long absence from public view, they have been overlooked by modern people,"
Mai Shiranui added.
"Interesting, beautiful lady from the East. Can you tell me the origins of these three people?"
Dracula looked at Mai Shiranui with great interest.
"One day the man went to bed with his wife Eve, and Eve conceived and gave birth to Cain (meaning 'to have'), saying, 'God has brought me a man.' She
also gave birth to Abel, Cain's brother. Abel was a shepherd, and Cain was a tiller of the ground.
One day Cain brought an offering to God from the produce of his ground
, and Abel also brought the firstborn of his flock and the fattening sheep. God looked upon Abel and his offering,
but not upon Cain and his offering. Cain became very angry, and his countenance fell.
God said to Cain, 'Why are you angry? Why are you so angry?'" And what if your face changes?
If you do what is right, won't you be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin lies crouching at your door; its desire is for you, but you must rule over it.
Cain was talking to his brother Abel in the field when he struck him and killed him.
God said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”
God said, “What have you done? A voice cries to me from the ground for your brother’s blood!
Cursed is the ground that opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand!”
"You have uttered the curse, and you will receive blood like this land. Your sons and your name will share this curse, and this curse will never perish..." Mai Shiranui recited the words as if reciting from memory, then pointed to the statue of the man in the center.
"If I'm not mistaken, he is Cain, the first vampire, the first sinner, who killed his own brother and bore God's curse."
Chapter 21 Dracula's Terrifying Strength
"Truly worthy of being called the mysterious ninja of the East."
Dracula smiled and clapped.
"This one is indeed our great ancestor, the first prince of the vampire clan, Cain."
Dracula looked at the life-size statue with reverence.
"It is said that Cain was cursed by God and could not go to heaven or earth, but could only wander endlessly in the human world until he met his wife, the witch Lilith. Lilith is said to be the lover of the demon king Satan. Lilith taught Cain to live by drinking blood and use the power of blood to fight against God." "So some people believe that Lilith was the first vampire, and the only female among these three statues should be this legendary super witch."
Mai Shiranui said, carefully examining the alluring female statue.
"As for this one over here, I think it should be Judas."
Mai Shiranui said hesitantly, looking at the handsome man standing next to Cain.
"That's right, he is the second vampire prince. A thousand years ago, on that night, if it weren't for him, I would have died painfully under God's curse."
Dracula bowed to the statue of Judas.
"Judas? The Judas who betrayed Jesus in the Bible?"
Kagerou asked curiously.
"Yes, according to the New Testament, Judas was originally Jesus' favorite disciple, but this favorite disciple betrayed Jesus Christ for thirty pieces of silver. Although Jesus rose from the dead seven days later and ascended to heaven, God still punished Judas for it. Judas betrayed Jesus at night, so he can only live at night and cannot see the sunlight. Since he betrayed Jesus for silver, silver became the tool to kill him." "In the Roman Catholic Church, a large portion of the weapons made to fight vampires are engraved with biblical verses in silver,"
Mai Shiranui explained to Kagerou.
"So where are Judas and Cain now?"
Kagerou asked, curious.
"They should be gone,"
Dracula replied.
"Gone? Aren't high-level vampires supposed to be very powerful? Yuri practically described you as a demigod to us. Surely Cain and Judas could kill them?"
Kagerou felt cheated.
"People say vampires are immortal, but vampire lifespans have limits. Low-level vampires typically live three or four hundred years, count-level vampires seven or eight hundred, while we princes live a thousand years. Because our appearance never ages before our lifespan ends, and our bodies are nearly immortal, humans have made our stories increasingly fantastical,"
Dracula said with a smile.
"A prince can live a thousand years? Didn't you say you've already lived a thousand years?" "Could it be..."
Yang Yan paused, stunned.
"That's right, to be precise, I only have tonight left to live."
Dracula showed no sadness at his impending death.
"You seem not to be afraid of death at all? Is it really because you vampires have lived so long that you've become numb to death?"
Yang Yan asked curiously, voicing this thought in his mind.
"That's not necessarily true. For example, many vampires joined this ancient race in pursuit of a longer life."
Dracula smiled and shook his head.
"Life is the most instinctive pursuit of living beings. If a person can truly face death with a smile, there's only one possibility: that person truly feels that life is meaningless."
Mai Shiranui was the expert in psychology.
"A thousand years ago, I should have gone with my wife when she died. Unfortunately, that so-called God took away my right. If Judas hadn't turned me into a vampire, making me help him protect the vampire race and wait for the arrival of the dragon bloodline, and to give the Book of Cain to the dragon bloodline, I would have lost all motivation to live."
Dracula gave a desolate smile, revealing a weathered and forlorn air. "
Cain? Could Cain be a prophet? Capable of knowing events thousands of years into the past and future?"
Yang Yan found it very strange.
"While Cain wasn't a prophet, his wife Lilith was the greatest witch of her time. Predicting the future through witchcraft wasn't difficult for her,"
Mai Shiranui said.
"The answers you seek are all in this Book of Cain. My duty is simply to deliver this Book of Cain, guarded by the vampires for two thousand years, to you."
Dracula handed Yang Yan a stone box.
"The Book of Cain contains the vampires' greatest secret, all the wisdom and experiences Cain gained during his thousand-year life. The script used is unlike any known script today. I've studied it for a thousand years and haven't deciphered a single word. Therefore, I have no idea what will happen after you obtain the Book of Cain,"
Dracula warned Yang Yan.
"You vampires went to so much trouble to find me just to give me this so-called Book of Cain?" "
Yang Yan felt the vampire's patience was excessive.
"Of course, it's not just about this."
Dracula smiled and continued.
"You already know that my life will end before sunrise tomorrow, and I... I'm a failed prince. I can't elevate other vampires to the same rank as me. And all of this was already within Cain's expectations. His prophecy was that only the bloodline of the dragon can help the vampires. When the bloodline of the dragon truly helps the vampires, the fourth vampire prince will appear. The fourth vampire prince will receive the blessing of the vampire god and become the most powerful vampire."
"The bloodline of the dragon refers to me?"
Yang Yan asked doubtfully.
"The Chinese call themselves descendants of the dragon because their ancestor, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, was a divine dragon. You are a direct descendant of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan and should possess the legendary King's Eye, which only the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan possessed. The dragon bloodline that Lord Cain spoke of refers to you."
Dracula said with great certainty.
"Is Cain really that divine?" "
Kagerou increasingly felt that Cain, the first vampire, was not as simple as he seemed.
'All the answers can be found in the Book of Cain,'
Dracula smiled slightly.
'Your Highness…'
A young man in a grand suit strode in.
'Peter, what is it?'
Dracula frowned; he seemed to have already instructed everyone not to disturb him.
'Your Highness…'
The young man called Peter hesitated, looking at Kagerou and Mai Shiranui.
'It's alright. They have very close ties with our vampire clan. You can speak directly,'
Dracula said impatiently, seeing Peter's expression. "
“Your Highness, several strangers have appeared near the castle. According to our observations, there should be werewolves, holy knights of the Papacy, and professional vampire hunters,”
Peter said anxiously.
“These three groups are our sworn enemies. They know our intelligence very well. Knowing my death is imminent, they all come to take advantage. I’m not surprised at all,”
Dracula sneered.
“Your Highness wants me to go out and kill these bastards,”
Peter said angrily.
“No need. Immediately summon all the vampires to the ballroom. I have something to announce,”
Dracula ordered Peter.
“Yes, Your Highness,”
Peter turned and left.
“Lord Yang Yan, I’m truly sorry to trouble you with your long journey. It seems I cannot properly entertain you,”
Dracula said with a smile to Yang Yan.
“It’s alright. However, can the vampires without Your Highness’s leadership defeat these enemies?”
Yang Yan asked.
“Of course not. However, anyone who underestimates me, Dracula, is long gone to meet God,”
Dracula said with a confident smile.
“Gentlemen, please follow me to the ballroom,”
Dracula strode forward.
“Let’s go too.”
Yang Yan picked up the stone box containing the Book of Cain, pulled Shiranui Mai along, and followed Dracula forward.
Soon, led by Dracula, they arrived at a hall several times larger than the one where Dracula had been sitting.
“Your Highness.”
A unified voice rang out, and hundreds of men and women dressed in noble attire knelt down.
“Rise.”
Dracula nodded. The hierarchy among vampires was deeply ingrained in their memories; facing the sole prince, all vampires had no choice but to obey unconditionally.
“Your Highness, please let us go out and teach these fools a lesson, let them know that the noble vampire race is not to be despised.”
Many vampires roared.
“No need.”
Dracula waved his hand, stopping the vampires’ agitation.
“My fellow vampires, I am a useless prince. In my thousand-year life, I have brought no hope to the noble vampire race.”
Dracula said with some sorrow.
"Your Highness, for the past thousand years, if it weren't for your great magic protecting this last stronghold of the vampire race, our noble vampire clan would have long been wiped out by those filthy werewolves, foolish missionaries, and despicable hunters. You are our great prince."
The vampires clearly held this great figure who had protected their clan for a thousand years in high esteem.
"Everyone, my life will end when the sun rises today. Until a new prince appears, I hope you will all remain hidden for the time being and not easily reveal your identities,"
Dracula said to all the vampires.
"Your Highness..."
None of the vampires expected the incredibly powerful vampire prince to say such a thing.
"Enough said. This is my final order to the entire clan as a prince,"
Dracula said with absolute resolve.
"Yuri, you escort Lord Yang Yan back to Japan for me. You find a place to hide in the East,"
Dracula said to Yuri.
"Yes, Your Highness,"
Yuri could not disobey Dracula's order.
"Lord Yangyan, I had intended to entertain you properly tonight, but it seems the opportunity is lost. I hope you can truly help our vampire clan in the future; we will certainly become your most steadfast friends."
Dracula extended his hand to Yangyan.
"Very well."
When Yangyan grasped Dracula's hand, the hand that had supported the vampire clan's thousand-year history seemed incredibly warm.
"In the name of the great ancestor Cain, send all my friends before me to where they belong."
Dracula waved his hand, and a powerful light enveloped the entire hall. After the light faded, everyone except Dracula vanished.
"A thousand years. I have lived in this castle for a thousand years. Today, I can finally leave. I hope those outside will allow me some good fun before I depart."
Dracula smiled as he looked at the empty hall.
"Werewolves, vampire hunters, and the Church, you have coveted my life for a thousand years. Today, let's settle it."
Dracula slowly removed his tuxedo, revealing his strong and muscular upper body.
"The last time I exercised, my body was still two hundred years old, and the thirteen Holy Knights and seven archbishops of the Holy See came after me. I really hope you won't disappoint me again today."
Dracula stretched his joints, his eyes gradually turning completely blood red, growing brighter and brighter until they resembled two blood-red searchlights, his crimson gaze almost tangible.
"Come on, all of you, get out here!"
Dracula was free of any burden; the emotions suppressed for a thousand years erupted completely at this moment. His powerful left fist smashed into the sky, creating a huge explosion that sent countless stones flying. A gaping hole was punched into the top of the ancient castle, its thousand-year history shattered. The muscles on Dracula's back contorted, and a pair of broad, bat-like wings unfurled behind him. With a flap of their wings, which were over three meters wide, Dracula's body shot into the sky like a cannonball.
"Werewolves, weren't your ancestors slaughtered by me a thousand years ago? Come and seek revenge, vampire hunters! Don't you pride yourselves on justice? Lackeys of the Holy See, haven't you always wanted to eliminate me, the root of evil? All of you, get out here!"
Dracula's thunderous voice instantly reverberated for miles, the very heavens and earth seeming to tremble at his roar.
"Won't come out? No problem, I'll find you all one by one."
Under the full moon, Dracula's wings almost completely obscured it, the snow-white moon making his confident smile appear somewhat eerie. With a flap of his giant wings, Dracula swooped down and vanished into the dense forest outside the castle in the blink of an eye.
The moonlit forest was so quiet and peaceful. The high-ranking werewolves, already transformed and ready for battle, lay silently in the dense forest, nervously watching their surroundings. For three thousand years, vampires had been known as the Kings of the Night, and no one knew the extent of Dracula's power under the full moon.
Just as the high-ranking werewolves were on high alert, a powerful hand suddenly gripped their throats, lifting them off the ground.
"Were you looking for me?"
The face hidden deep in their memories appeared before them. The incredibly strong high-ranking werewolf, like a frightened child, lost all ability to resist. Dracula's wide mouth revealed a pair of sharp fangs, and he sneered at the werewolf with the unique smile of a vampire.
"Let him go!"
The surrounding werewolves were clearly alarmed, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of high-ranking werewolves surrounded Dracula.
"You trash?"
Dracula revealed a contemptuous smile, his blood-red eyes slowly sweeping over all the high-ranking werewolves.
Those high-ranking werewolves who were swept by Dracula's gaze couldn't help but shrink back. Who was Dracula? Dracula was the most powerful being among the vampires, surpassing all others. Countless high-ranking werewolves had died at his hands over the millennia; he was practically the absolute nightmare of all those who opposed the vampires.
"You've come here to die yourselves. Tonight will be your eternal nightmare."
Dracula bit into the artery of a high-ranking werewolf, and the werewolf's bright red blood dripped from the corner of Dracula's mouth onto the ground. Dracula's throat churned incessantly, and in less than ten seconds, the once vibrant and vigorous high-ranking werewolf had become a desiccated corpse.
"Attack..."
Faced with the death of their companion and stimulated by the stench of blood, the bloodthirsty werewolves roared simultaneously and pounced on Dracula.
Dracula sneered, and the desiccated werewolf's corpse slammed into the charging werewolves. In the chaos, Dracula had already grabbed another werewolf and disappeared before the others' eyes.
"Chase..."
The enraged werewolves scattered in all directions, beginning their pursuit of Dracula.
"A bunch of fools, they've split up like this, good, saves me a lot of effort."
Dracula, gripping a werewolf's throat, reappeared in the same spot, watching the werewolves' retreating figures. A contemptuous smile appeared on Dracula's face. The high-level werewolves gathered together could at least prevent Dracula from killing them in one fell swoop; now, the scattered high-level werewolves could only become Dracula's prey, allowing him to slowly deal with them one by one.
"Go to hell and fear."
Dracula bared his fangs, slowly pressing them against the werewolf's neck. In the werewolf's terrified eyes, a final madness flashed.
"Let it go."
A cold voice sounded behind Dracula.
"Don't you vampire hunters kill werewolves too? Why are you suddenly concerned about werewolves?"
Dracula slowly turned around. Under the big tree, more than a dozen humans dressed in camouflage uniforms, holding automatic rifles, were locking their rifles on Dracula.
"While you all deserve to die, we will not allow you to drink its blood,"
the vampire hunter leader replied.
"Over the past few hundred years, you have killed many of my kin, but don't think that you can defeat me just because you can kill my kin. I am a vampire prince, a vampire leader who appears only once every thousand years."
Dracula laughed wildly, biting the werewolf's neck and beginning to suck its blood.
"Kill!"
The vampire hunters' guns spat fire, the mithril bullets capable of inflicting the most fatal damage on vampires.
"I told you it's useless."
Dracula casually tossed the dead werewolf at his feet, looking at the vampire hunters indifferently. Long before the vampire hunters fired, black runes had already appeared on Dracula's body, making it impossible for the vampire hunters' bullets to penetrate his skin.
"It's been a long time since I've drunk the blood of a living person. The blood of a living person is the most delicious."
Dracula stretched out his pale red tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't underestimate vampire hunters."
Seeing Dracula's blatant disregard for vampire hunters, these self-proclaimed vampire nemesis humans couldn't stand it and hurled grenades at him. The massive explosions and blinding flashes instantly obscured their vision. As the smoke cleared, the spot where Dracula had stood was reduced to scorched earth.
"Don't think you're immortal. Our grenades release intense ultraviolet radiation; they're specifically designed to deal with vampires."
The vampire hunters proudly admired their handiwork.
"Be careful, this isn't anything new. With Dracula's abilities, he might be able to withstand this explosion."
One of the older vampire hunters clearly didn't dare underestimate Dracula's power.

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