Chapter 110: I Sacrifice Myself

"I really want to... drink blood."

Jonathan rose from the ground, and the first thought that floated in his mind was to ingest blood.

It wasn't that he thought the taste of blood was good, but his body's instinct told him that he needed to drink blood.

It was the same as needing to eat because of hunger.

Fortunately, he could suppress it.

Jonathan shook his head, suppressed the blood‑lustful thought, and walked toward the upstairs.

But he hadn't taken many steps.

A rumbling sound came from behind, causing him to stop and look back.

He saw the previously ordinary Silver Coin suddenly emit a faint glow and float in the air on its own!

While Jonathan was puzzled, it flew straight toward him, landed in the pocket on his chest, and carried him forward!

"Hmm? Where are you taking me?"

Jonathan was utterly confused.

But he found that he could no longer stop his steps; he could only follow the Silver Coin's guidance toward the doorway.

He was about to step out the door.

A slightly childish, still drowsy voice sounded: "Dad, where are you going?"

Jonathan realized he could stop his steps, turned back, gave the boy standing at the stairwell a gentle smile, and said softly:

"William, I'm going to take care of something; you go back and sleep with your mother."

"Tomorrow morning I'll buy you your favorite breakfast."

"Go ahead."

Having said that, he continued toward the doorway.

Until he closed the door.

Jonathan's figure gradually vanished into the night.

When Jonathan had fully become a Vampire.

Dracula had already rushed to the place where Bar was, standing on the rooftop, looking out.

Within his line of sight.

Bar lay on the ground, his face full of despair, as if he had given up struggling.

In front of him stood two people and one person sat.

The two standing were people he recognized: Van Helsing and Feiluo.

The seated one was an Eastern youth, with an Eastern dragon perched atop his head.

The youth seemed to sense his gaze, turned his head toward him, and showed a smile.

"?!"

Dracula frowned, immediately flew toward the three, and landed not far away.

Bar, seeing this, struggled to rise from the ground and shouted, "Master, don't come over!"

"They.........."

Before he could finish speaking, Van Helsing kicked him unconscious with a single foot, then turned his head toward Dracula:

"That day I sensed the existence of a Vampire... Mr. Dracula, your disguise was truly well done."

"Now your plot has been exposed; will you keep struggling?!"

Dracula listened to his questioning, his expression unchanged, and said calmly:

"I originally planned to wait a few days... never mind, saying more now is meaningless."

"You think knowing my plan can change anything?!"

He tilted his head back and let out a long howl that pierced the clouds; invisible sound waves rippled outward. In an instant, the dense fog over London was torn apart by unseen hands, revealing a bright full moon.

Moonlight poured like liquid mercury onto the streets, lighting the whole block as if it were daylight.

Whoosh—

The sound of countless wings flapping rose from all directions.

A dense swarm of Vampires emerged from the darkness, clad in uniform attire, their eyes flashing crimson.

Especially, some of the same rank as Bar were at the front, commanding these Vampires.

These elite Vampires, like a well‑trained army, formed formations in the air and finally descended neatly onto various streets.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, Vampires knelt on one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Their deep voices echoed through the night sky:

"Please, master, give orders."

Dracula stood in the moonlight, raised his hand to signal his subordinates to be quiet, then turned toward Yu Lin and the other two, a triumphant smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Now, it's your turn to make a choice."

His voice was gentle yet full of pressure:

"Will you voluntarily join me and become a creator of the new world? Or..." A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes:

"Do you want me to take some hard measures?"

"Of course," he continued,

"I will also give you the chance to commit suicide; this is the punishment for meddling in matters you shouldn't have."

"Choose now!"

He looked at the three.

Van Helsing and Feiluo's faces were already full of solemnity, ready for a life‑or‑death fight and to break through the encirclement!

"Yu Lin, I'll lead the charge in a moment; you and Feiluo stay at my sides, okay?"

"No need to make it so complicated."

"What?"

"I also have someone."

"Huh?"

Yu Lin rose from the steps and clapped his hands.

Clap—clap.

As his clapping faded, a uniform marching sound suddenly came from afar, resonant like war drums.

The sound grew nearer, carrying a suffocating pressure that made the ground tremble slightly.

Dracula snapped his head around, his pupils suddenly contracting—

Under the moonlight, a fully armed Knight Order marched in formation.

They wore silver‑white armor, their chest cross insignia gleaming, weapons in hand reflecting a cold sheen.

Most astonishing, hovering above them, an elder in clerical robes walked on air, followed by several figures dressed as Bishops.

"Canterbury Archbishop… Benson…" Dracula's face turned extremely grim.

He naturally knew Benson, even having set a trap for the Holy See because of him.

But with Yu Lin as an extra variable, all his schemes were thwarted; now he can only take it step by step!

He still lacks the strength to contend with the Holy See!

Yu Lin naturally didn't deal with Benson immediately, because he still needed Benson for tasks; for instance, when he learned of a stranger's commission that afternoon, he had Dragon Lord send a message to Benson, asking them to be ready.

Rather than replace him, it's better to keep using Benson; after witnessing a Divine Miracle, he will only become more devout and steadfast in his duties!

Benson hovered mid‑air, slowly raising his hand; the Knight Order behind him instantly halted and raised their weapons in unison.

Then, he and several Bishops behind him approached Yu Lin, bowed, and said:

"Please give your command."

Yu Lin raised his hand, pointing at Dracula: "Control everyone else except him."

"Van Helsing, Dracula is yours."

"Me?" Van Helsing heard that and asked in surprise:

"Why not let Grand Archbishop Benson handle Dracula? Must it be me?"

The real reason, Yu Lin naturally couldn't reveal, so he said cryptically:

"Only you can deal with Dracula; go."

"You can."

Van Helsing saw his confident expression, took a deep breath, and said gravely:

"Fine."

He drew the short knife at his waist and walked toward Dracula.

Dracula stood silent for a while, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I haven't lost yet!"

"I will sacrifice myself!"