After a dizzy feeling of weightlessness, Yurst returned to reality.
It was still that dark room, still dim enough that the candlelight could go out at any time.
Everything I just experienced was like a false dream.
But sensing the mark of the thorny rose deep in his soul, Yurst knew that all this was reality.
He actually succeeded in summoning the god behind Castel.
But... no one thought that this god turned out to be the ancestor of the vampire clan who had been missing for two thousand years!
Thinking back on the various legends about the True Ancestor of Blood, Yurst sighed secretly.
He knew that from now on he would completely lose his freedom.
No matter how much that being promised, it could not change the fact that he had become the opponent's prepared ration, and it was a ration that could be eaten at any time.
All he can do in the future is to please the other person as much as possible, or simply reduce the other person's attention to him, and then... live cautiously, fearfully, and with difficulty.
Shit!
This is not even as good as signing a surrender contract with Elder Maxim or becoming a blood servant!
At least the latter will also lose their freedom, but as long as they persist, they might be able to find a chance to regain their freedom!
At this moment, Yurst wished he could go back in time before he drew the thorns and roses, and then give himself a few big mouths.
The Duke has told you many times not to pray to strange gods casually.
This was the first time he had done it, so he went straight to retribution.
However, it had already happened, and no matter how regretful he was, he had no choice but to sigh and accept his tragic fate.
"Alas... Your Majesty, True Ancestor, why can't you be kinder to your descendants like other True Gods?"
"Considering the divine grace of becoming the ancestor as a great terror, there are probably only vampires in this world, right?"
Yurst sighed in his heart.
Of course, I could only sigh in my heart.
The contract has been made, and the ghost knows whether that terrifying existence is paying attention to him.
He rashly said what was on his mind, and if it reached the other party's ears and made him unhappy, he might immediately change his job to a fresh ration.
It’s not like similar things have never happened in history!
However, although Yurst was dejected by becoming the legendary Blood Scroll, the Divine Grace Scroll is still the Divine Grace Scroll.
After returning to reality, he clearly felt that his strength, which had not changed for thousands of years, was showing some signs of loosening its bottleneck.
Yurst has a feeling... his current upper limit of strength has been raised again. As long as he drinks enough extraordinary blood and then has a good sleep, he is likely to realize a deeper resonance of blood and strength. Also goes one step further.
Even if you can't break through to the Duke, you will probably reach the highest peak that the Earl can reach!
This is obviously very happy.
But he couldn't be happy.
Shepherds naturally want their sheep to grow quickly, well, and be fat and strong.
Because of this, the meat can be plentiful and delicious.
Thinking of this, Yurst became even more depressed.
However, depression is depression.
Now that he has become a member of the Blood Scroll, he has completely tied himself to the chariot of the True Ancestor of Blood.
According to the records of the Nes clan, the Blood Scrolls are the siblings of the True Ancestor.
If the true ancestor dies, he can be revived again in the body of Juan.
For this reason, blood descendants who do not want to see the resurrection of their ancestors will naturally liquidate all blood scroll attributes.
Even for the sake of his own life and the meaning of his existence, Yurst had to help the resurrected ancestor hide his identity and fulfill his various arbitrary demands...
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Thinking of this, Yurst sighed again and began to erase the traces left by his summons.
Fortunately, he used his own blood as a catalyst to summon.
With the power of the blood descendants, it is also easy to erase traces.
And not long after he erased the traces, the closed door of the room made a creaking sound and was slowly opened from the outside.
The dazzling light shone in, and Yurst couldn't help but shield his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Elder Maxim’s old voice came over to him:
"Haha, Yurst, three days have come, how have you thought about it?"
Elder Maxim seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone was much gentler than the last time he saw him.
Yurst could even smell the strong smell of alcohol on the other party's body.
Combining the various legends about this legendary elder in the clan, he instantly realized that this elder had most likely gone to some pub in the human world to have a hangover in the past three days.
"Why are you silent? I've given you three days, haven't you thought about it clearly yet?"
"Surrender to me, offer your loyalty, and start a new future for the Ness clan with me, or... are you stubborn and let me force you to become a blood servant?"
Seeing Yurst's silence, Elder Maxim frowned and asked.
"Hmph, you have to think clearly. If you offer your loyalty to me directly, you can still retain a certain degree of freedom. I may even promise to let you go after taking control of Ness..."
"But if you are forced to make you a blood servant...hey, I can't guarantee whether your will will still be your will."
Seeing that Yurst remained silent, Elder Maxim put away his smile completely and threatened with a stern face.
After listening to his words, Yurst slowly raised his head and looked at the legendary elder who had turned to the Blood Demon Archduke.
Obviously, whether it is forced loyalty or becoming a blood servant, it is a great humiliation and unacceptable condition for the blood descendants who have already followed their elders...
But at this moment, facing Elder Maxim's vicious persecution, Yurst felt no fluctuation in his heart.
Not only was he not angry, he even felt like laughing.
A sneer, of course.
Or maybe it was ridicule.
Submission contract?
Become a blood servant?
Come on, these two contracts involving souls can be successful if his soul has been marked with the Holy Emblem of the True Ancestor!
The overbearing vassal contract even completely severed the connection between his faith and His Majesty Kesi, let alone the contract forcibly signed by a legend, although... his faith was not that fanatical to begin with.
Yurst, who was already hopeless, had no interest in bickering or gambling with Elder Maxim.
Under the premise of the return of the True Ancestor, not to mention the internal fighting of the Ness clan, none of the five existing blood clans can even think of running away!
However, seeing the other party's condescending manner, treating himself as a thing in the palm of his hand, as if everything was under control, Yurst felt a little unhappy.
And this unhappiness was intertwined with the depression of signing the blood contract, creating some kind of wonderful chemical reaction, making Yurst's mood even more depressed and unbearable, as if adding fuel to the fire.
Especially the other party's arrogant look, the way he didn't take him seriously at all, rekindled the rebellious psychology of Yurst, who had originally planned to mess with him.
Fuck you!
Your True Ancestor Crown indeed has the power and qualifications to play with me in the palm of your hand, but who do you think you are?
He is obviously a legendary Duke, but he still wants to deal with me, a Earl of Blazing Sun, with evil intentions, ah!
You really have the ability to confront the Great Elder and Duke Yorock head-on!
What kind of skill is it to bully a little earl?
Yurst cursed in his mind.
While he was cursing, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly sneered:
"Oh? Surrender?"
"Elder Maxim, I'm sorry. I've been thinking here for three days and three nights, thinking about what makes you worthy of my following. But three days and three nights have passed, and I really can't think of a single reason... "
"Compared to the existence I follow, you are so weak and pathetic, like a clown jumping up and down, which makes me feel sick..."
"I have no interest in following the weak. Beings like you will only use some unspeakable tricks behind your back. You don't even have the courage to challenge the beings I follow!"
"Haha, become a blood servant? Come on, even if I have never used the blood-blaspheming staff, I know the hidden dangers of forcibly turning a blood descendant who follows the elder into a blood servant."
"You are not giving me a choice at all. You just don't have the confidence and are worried about exposing your identity in front of the existence I am following."
"Your courage is actually very small. You are not sure that you can transform me into a blood servant without alerting the existence behind me. Or, more directly, you are afraid of the existence behind me!"
"Haha, for a blood descendant like you, even if you are a legend, what is there for me to follow? Compared with you, Lord Yorock really doesn't know where he is. At least... Lord Yorock dares to Face the gods!”
"Oh, in my opinion, you can't even break my existing blood contract."
Yurst was arrogant and scolded Elder Maxim as useless, with deep contempt in his provocative eyes.
Seeing his arrogant expression and listening to his vulgar curses, Elder Maxim was about to be furious.
Especially, when Yurst directly compared Yorock with him...
"Shut up! You ungrateful bastard! How dare you disobey the elder Duke!"
"Very good! Very good! Since you want to become a blood servant so much, then I will make it happen for you! Not only will I make it possible for you, but I will also completely erase your will! Twist your bloodline! Turn you into my flesh and blood puppet ! The most miserable blood servant!"
"Can't I break your contract? Can't I turn you into a blood servant?"
"snort!"
"Today I want you to know that even if the true ancestor comes, he can't save you! Even if the ancestor comes in person, he can't even think of preserving your blood connection!"
Elder Maxim gritted his teeth and his eyes were red.
He took out the blood-blaspheming staff from his arms, pointed it at Yurst, and shouted angrily:
"Dark... blood contract!"
Dark red light erupted on the blood-blaspheming staff.
At the same time, Elder Maxim's spiritual power surged like a wave, rushing towards Count Yurst's soul along with the light of the Blood Rod...
