Chapter 31: What on Earth Are You?

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

Blade, who fell to the ground, began to struggle with all his might, and the wolf claws kept scratching on the tentacles, leaving traces one after another.

According to this progress, it wouldn't take long, ten seconds would be enough, and Blade would be able to break free.

But Frost wasn't a fool either. He wouldn't just watch Blade break free. In order to find this good opportunity for a sneak attack, he sat and watched several vampires die in Blade's hands.

Landing in front of Blade, Frost raised his hand, and blood condensed in his hand. One after another, blood claws kept falling from the air and grabbing onto Blade.

The anti-magic hair of gray-black color still exerted its efficacy in front of the blood claws, but Blade had absolutely no power to fight back now. He could only watch his fur being broken open, and painful wails came from his mouth.

Frost was actually fighting with great fear. It took so many hits to thoroughly break Blade's defense. If it weren't for the sneak attack, even if he could win, it would be impossible to leave Blade behind.

To be on the safe side, Frost cast one Weakening Curse after another on the full-of-wounds Blade, limiting his vitality to the lowest point before stopping his hand.

Next, Frost was going to kill Blade properly, drink his blood, and complete the advancement from Count to Marquis.

In Frost's vision, this process originally had to rely on the Blood God to complete. On this planet where vampires were severely suppressed, only by summoning the Blood God to descend would Frost have the opportunity to advance.

However, it was better now. There was a simpler, more convenient method with a higher success rate.

Killing Blade, the feedback given by the blood clan bloodline was enough for this veteran Count Frost to step into the status of Marquis. This was the only pure-blood werewolf on Earth.

It was just that this pure blood was a bit strange. Blade belonged to the pure blood of three races.

There was another problem, that was, there were not a few vampires present who had the same idea as Frost. Although there were not many Viscounts among them, the desire for bloodline advancement was something every vampire wanted.

"You have such great courage!" Frost turned around, looked at the vampires who kept leaning toward this side, and scolded.

The deterrence of the high-level vampire made those guys standing opposite Frost tremble, and they could only barely resist by relying on their numbers.

Blade, lying on the ground, finally cleared his brain. The werewolf's power was severely damaged by Frost, and the balance in Blade's body recovered a little.

*Hehe... *

Blade smiled bitterly twice. Either be overwhelmed by the werewolf's violent consciousness, or die in Frost's hands. These two choices were really dead ends.

Thinking, Blade looked at the surrounding vampires. He saw the former self in the eyes of those guys, the werewolf Blade who was overwhelmed by power.

*Humph! * Frost's face sank. Several blood whips flew out from his body and whipped on the bodies of other vampires.

"It seems I have been too merciful to you all lately." Frost attacked frantically, and under the dual suppression of rank and power, several vampires standing at the very front died directly at the hands of their own kind.

Seeing that these guys were still ignorant, Frost hardened his heart and began to kill. However, those Viscounts were not good at fighting werewolves, but their internal fighting level was still first-class. For a time, relying on the advantage of numbers, they didn't collapse.

After a period of time, when the sun was about to come out, the scene finally had changes.

Perhaps because they were beaten painfully, the Barons and ordinary vampires who knew that Blade likely didn't belong to them turned and left, not intending to continue to get involved.

Those Viscounts still wanted to force control, but Frost was here. He couldn't control twenty-odd noble vampires alone, but interfering with the control intentions of the Viscounts was no problem.

After severely repairing the guys who tried to commit treason, Frost turned to face Blade, preparing to kill him.

At this time, seeing Frost's eyes, which were no different from other vampires, Blade suddenly understood something, and his chaotic brain suddenly cleared up.

Suppression! Reverse suppression!

Blade mobilized the vampire bloodline that had been silent in his body. One second later, under Frost's eyes, Blade changed from a werewolf back to a human.

Frost's eyes widened, "You damn beast! What did you do!"

In hatred, Frost gave a slap, tearing off a large piece of muscle from Blade.

Blade laughed *hehehe*, he saw Frost's disappointed eyes.

Having changed back to a human, Blade naturally didn't belong to a werewolf, so the mortal enemy buff didn't exist either. All of Frost's plans fell through.

Frost, full of anger, looked at the wounds on Blade's body twice and squatted down.

"Be good, change back, I will give you a quick death." Frost's sharp nails brushed across Blade's face, "Otherwise, you will die soon with this injury."

"Change back, change back and you can fight once more, not changing is a certain death!"

Listening to Frost's words, Blade coughed twice, and even coughed out a bit of visceral fragments.

Frost was right. For a human, this appearance, this kind of injury, had no need for treatment at all, it was a complete waste of medicine.

Frost and Blade looked at each other, and a smile appeared on his face.

It seemed that Blade only had this one path of surrender, at most being tough, and not letting Frost benefit even if he died, but in fact, he had other paths to take.

Blade raised his head and revealed a big smile. The bloodline balance in his body was broken again, but this time, the werewolf bloodline was suppressed.

Changing into a werewolf would be killed, not changing would die, so he might as well become a vampire.

Blade also didn't expect that he, who had hated vampire bloodlines all his life, would one day have to rely on this to save his life.

"You... what on earth are you!"

Frost took two steps back, his eyeballs bulging. He was scared, really scared.

Under his eyes, Blade changed from an adult werewolf to a human, and now changed into a Viscount vampire. This was simply outrageous!

The seriously injured Viscount vampire Blade trembled under Frost's anger. No way, this kind of bloodline suppression existed naturally.

"You... care about me... what is it..." Blade's teeth chattered, spitting out a sentence word by word, "If you have the ability, kill me!"

Frost really wanted to take action, but he couldn't. After today's battle, his forces suffered heavy losses. If he couldn't successfully advance, he would definitely be suppressed by other Counts together, and he might be worse than dead.

"Good! Very tough! Let's see how tough you are!"

Frost dragged Blade's feet and walked into a side alley. The sun was about to come out, and he didn't want Blade to be roasted alive.

*Thump, slap! *

Not long after, Frost threw Blade into a prison and locked him up. This was the place where he punished some disobedient vampires, and now it could just be used to lock Blade.

After doing all this, Frost turned and left. Now was not the time to deal with Blade. He had to hurry up and control all the other vampires who knew everything.

Coercion or temptation, in short, Blade's true information could not be spread out.

Otherwise, in case any Count believed it, things would become even more troublesome. ===== CHAPTER 32 =====