Just as the wails of the few remaining Vampires echoed through the scene, Selena, whose limbs were paralyzed, bit onto Victor's trousers, who was trying to escape, not far from the center of the battlefield, while letting out a "woof woof" warning sound.
She was clearly trying to attract the attention of Mike, that "bane."
It must be said that Selena, this Vampire who was solely focused on revenge, was truly lucky.
She had also been shaken into the air before, but just before the holy light shone on her, Mark desperately protected her again, allowing this Vampire to save her life once more.
As for Victor, this Vampire leader, he had previously resisted the holy light thrown by Mike purely by relying on his strength, but judging by his current disheveled appearance, he was clearly not having an easy time.
"Let go, you bitch!"
Victor, who no longer cared about his image, saw Mike's gaze gradually being drawn over, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
After kicking away his adopted daughter Selena a few times, he frantically fled out of the underground castle.
He was truly scared this time; having lived for nearly ten thousand years, he had never encountered an existence as powerful and unreasonable as Mike.
"Hahaha, Victor, you have your day too. You can't run away…"
Watching Victor flee in a disheveled state, Selena let out a delighted curse, as if she would drag him down with her even if she died.
At the center of the battlefield, as Mike followed the Vampire's gaze and was about to chase Victor, the First Werewolf William, who had lost his opponent, suddenly pounced over.
On Mike's side, the holy light he had previously condensed was specifically for Vampires, so it did little harm to Werewolves.
In other words, he had unintentionally helped the First Werewolf William break free from the Vampire's entanglement.
At this moment, this First Werewolf, who had lost all reason, felt that he was capable again.
"Slap—!"
As the Werewolf's large, foul-smelling mouth bit down, Mike instinctively delivered another powerful slap, knocking the opponent's head askew.
"Owoo-woo—!"
Facts proved that even if the First Werewolf had lost his reason, he still knew fear.
After being slapped to the ground by a powerful blow, he instantly transformed into a husky.
"Behave yourself. After things here are over, I'll take you to see your old man—"
Mike petted the "dog's head" a couple of times, temporarily stabilizing its emotions, then chased in the direction Victor had fled.
As for Victor, to enhance the concealment of his forces, he had built the underground castle's entrance and exit like a labyrinth.
This added great difficulty to his escape this time.
Before long, Mike, who had been crashing through everything while following the scent, caught up with the Vampire leader.
"Wait, I can give you anything you want. I can even pledge allegiance to you…" Victor, startled like a bird, had completely lost his previous elegance.
He had become a pitiful wretch willing to abandon anything to survive.
"Emperor Victor, the earliest ruler of humanity. Your ambition and ability are good, but you're not the person I want." Mike shook his head, pronouncing his death sentence.
To rise from a human lord to one of the three great Vampire leaders, Victor's abilities were indeed excellent.
However, correspondingly, his ambition was even stronger.
Such a guy, who could cause trouble at any time, was not worth Mike's effort to subdue.
Therefore, Victor's best fate was to remain here forever.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You should know that I have lived for countless years, and I may not be without desperate means." As a cunning Vampire leader, Victor saw through Mike's intentions, so his words carried a hint of threat.
It was just that he clearly thought too much.
With Mike's current strength, he could do whatever he pleased.
Therefore, facing Victor's feigned bravado, Mike merely shrugged, appearing to quietly watch the other party's performance.
"You forced my hand…"
At this point, Victor had nothing more to say. With blood-red eyes, he activated his final trump card:
"Great blood god! By my blood, I implore your descent!!!"
With a crazed expression, all of Victor's blood seemed to evaporate, disappearing into the void.
At such a cost, he activated the [Blood God Summoning] ritual.
At the same time, above the London Library on the surface, a huge blood-red tornado suddenly appeared.
The atmospheric pressure of this tornado became lower and lower, finally forming a tornado that penetrated the library and descended upon Victor.
"Hehehe—"
Victor, possessed by La Magra, felt the powerful strength within him and could no longer suppress the upward curve of his lips, letting out a series of strange laughs.
His muscles bulged, his height increased significantly, his body was surrounded by a blood mist, and behind him were a pair of exaggerated Vampire fleshy wings.
This appearance alone would certainly stop children from crying at night.
"I told you not to force me. Now that I've paid such a heavy price, even if you beg me, I won't let you go." The increase in strength seemed to have made Victor lose his mind, as he arrogantly said, "I'm going to tear you apart little by little, to let you know what it's like to wish for death—"
[Power of Faith * Energy + 10000]… [Possession State (Trait)]…
Mike, who unexpectedly received a few more traits, looked at Victor in surprise.
Mike had witnessed a [La Magra Descent] once before, back in New York.
And compared to that time, Victor's current state was clearly stronger.
However, what surprised Mike was that this blood god, created by the Power of Faith of the blood race, seemed a bit weak.
A mere ten thousand energy points barely reached the threshold of [Mythical-tier].
Mike, who was now Mythical-tier 3, was hundreds of times stronger than it.
"Tremble! Mortal—"
Victor, who still hadn't figured out the situation, was in an inflated state, grinning ferociously as he launched an attack.
With a whoosh, a large, pot-sized fist hammered towards Mike.
"Th-this, how is this possible…"
However, before Victor could be happy for long, he discovered that the fist he had thrown with all his might was blocked by just one hand from the human opposite him.
If he wasn't mistaken, he even saw a mocking expression on the other party's face.
"I don't believe a human can be this strong!"
Victor, whose mentality had exploded, then wildly swung his fists like a madman, wanting to defeat the hateful human opposite him with such high-intensity attacks.
However, his chaotic fists were all blocked, without a single exception.
"Your strength is indeed decent, but after transforming, do you have no other attack methods?" With such a vast disparity in strength, Mike, still maintaining a playful attitude, reminded Victor in his possessed state.
The strength of the Vampire race lay in their various awakened special talents, somewhat similar to talent-based mages.
It was just that the current Victor, although his energy level had risen, his attack methods had become singular, like a mage turning into a brute.
This was equivalent to directly abandoning his advantage.
"This is impossible, no one can block La Magra's attack…" At this moment, Victor, whose brain was occupied by muscles, completely ignored Mike's reminder.
Unable to break through after a long assault, he fell into deep self-doubt.
It seemed there was no saving him.
"Since you have no other means, then you can die—" Having tolerated the other party's attacks for so long and still not waiting for the other party's next move, Mike shook his head slightly, then condensed Power of Faith in his hands.
Then, the fist-to-fist combat progressed to Mike's unilateral crushing.
With each punch he landed, a bit of La Magra's Power of Faith on Victor dissipated.
And Victor, losing energy, was shriveling at a visible rate, which was a side effect of using La Magra's Power of Faith.
"No, there are still many plans waiting for me to implement, I can't just die like this…"
It wasn't until he was almost a dried corpse that Victor finally regained his senses, but by then, it was too late to say anything.
In his unwillingness, Victor, stripped of La Magra's Power of Faith, breathed his last.
"His great ambition unfulfilled," he died with his eyes wide open.
…
"You're La Magra? Can you understand what I'm saying?" Mike no longer paid much attention to the deceased Victor, turning his gaze to the blood mist in front of him.
This blood mist was precisely condensed from the dissipating blood energy from Victor's body.
However, this thing seemed very afraid of Mike; whenever Mike tried to approach, it would retreat into the distance.
"Doesn't understand human speech?" Mike muttered, then instantly threw out a ball of purification energy.
Upon being touched by the purification energy, the blood mist trembled a few times, then fled the underground castle along the path it came, and then disappeared into the void.
"It has a little intelligence, but not much." After watching the blood mist escape, Mike gave his assessment.
And it was at this moment that a MIB Squad, armed with infrared weapons, made their way through the library's basement to the entrance of the underground castle.
And in this MIB Squad, Blade unexpectedly appeared.