Including that damned Cedric!
He knew very well, once the other party inherited the title, he would hold a 'blood feast' twice a year!
On a much larger scale than his own!
Moreover, he would choose the purest kind!
He could only use the poorest quality blood.
Not fresh and full of filth!
Just like spoiled food poured into the sewer.
Hatred was like a seed, deeply buried in his heart.
In the following forty years, Dierde spent almost every day cursing Cedric and the undying old members of his family.
At the same time, he was looking for an opportunity to strike back.
Then, an opportunity came a year ago!
Some guys approached him, discussing something special: to make him a 'spy'.
These individuals were mysterious, but they were quite generous in their dealings.
Those special potions were enough to let him catch up with Cedric in a short time.
Given enough time, it wouldn't be a problem for him to catch up with the old immortals in his family either.
Therefore, Dierde did not refuse.
For his family that had humiliated him?
He wished nothing more than to destroy them.
The survival of the land?
Sorry, in his eyes, it was too stupid to risk his life for a bunch of food.
Those mysterious guys... no, the Sabie Aliens, had already promised him a place, along with a population of no less than twenty thousand, to become his exclusive 'pasture'.
There, like the true blood clan recorded in history, he could enjoy the freshest blood and waste away the longest years.
So, Dierde's mood had been quite good for the last year.
Especially after learning of Cedric's death yesterday, he even indulged in the most beautifully pure 'food' in his eagerness.
And today, he had come here immediately upon receiving the message from the Sabie Alien 'infiltrator'.
He knew, today was his day to take the stage.
He wanted to let those who had looked down on him in the past see how he played everyone in the palm of his hand.
Hidden in the shadows, Dierde watched the angry 'Copper of Unyielding' members with disdain in his eyes.
A group of foods whose muscles had grown into their brains, they were too easy to deal with.
"Idiots, did I say... ugh!"
Dierde prepared to continue his speech.
But as soon as he began to speak, his neck was clenched tightly by a broad, powerful hand.
This hand gripped his throat firmly, making it impossible for him to utter a word. More importantly, a burning heat emerged in the hand.
An Explosive-level 'Charles Burning Technique' ignited a blaze.
In an instant, Dierde was turned into a living torch.
Under the glow of the flames, everyone's gaze was drawn to it.
Not just the 'Copper of Unyielding' members, but also 'Golden Wind' members who had arrived with Dierde.
To fully show himself off, Dierde had made sure to notify all 'Golden Wind' members he could, and these members now watched Dierde burn with widened eyes.
'Believe me, you're here to watch a good show!'
Is he looking for death?
Most 'Golden Wind' members were taken aback, puzzled.
Even a vampire with powerful vitality couldn't survive in the flames.
Dierde was no exception.
Under everyone's watch, the vampire who thought he would take the center stage, hadn't really stepped up before taking his final bow in perfect form.
Jason casually tossed the ashed vampire onto the ground.
Then, he stepped forward.
Without dodging, he just walked over him.
The charred vampire was directly crushed into dregs.
Some 'Golden Wind' members shuddered at the sight.
Instinctively, they looked towards Jason.
Under the cold moonlight, the hockey mask covering Jason's face shone with an unusual luster, as if they saw amidst a storm of blood and slashes, countless wailing corpses being beheaded.
But Jason, wearing the mask, didn't hesitate to stomp on the skulls of the wailers one by one.
And just as another corpse was about to be crushed, a 'Golden Wind' member spoke out, trembling.
With these words, the 'Golden Wind' member cowered with his head buried, no longer daring to look at Jason.
He had just seen himself.
Among those corpses, he saw himself.
And he saw quite a few familiar figures.
Facing the member who had lost his composure, the other 'Golden Wind' members didn't criticize, nor did they mock.
Because they too had seen a similar scene.
They saw themselves being slaughtered like lambs and pigs.
Just as they had once slaughtered others.
Footsteps, heavy and forceful, echoed as the tall, strong figure resembling a butcher got closer and closer, and the 'Golden Wind' members, struck by fear, couldn't help but swallow their saliva as they watched Jason approach.
Among them, one or two who were relatively calm and only slightly affected tried to speak.
But just then, Jason, who had been walking slowly, suddenly charged forward.
Their hearts pounded like war drums.