Born in that Abyss of lava and flames, even every breath was scorching hot, so Roy was naturally full of the smell of sulfur.
This smell was not unique to Roy. All the demons from the Abyss of the Demon World had it. Thus, the moment Roy appeared, Dracula almost mistook him as the demon that he had made a contract with reappearing.
But upon looking closely, Dracula found that the demon before him was not the same one from the past. The two looked completely different.
The demon that had signed the contract with him was much shorter and smaller. It looked exceptionally ugly and more like a monster than a demon. The one standing before him was not only bigger and taller, but it also was brimming with boldness, and that pair of demon eyes looked more agile.
This should be a stronger, more intelligent demon! Dracula thought in his heart.
But even so, Dracula could not help but burst into anger. He looked up, faced Roy with open arms, and roared, "Who are you? Who summoned you?! Why have you come to my castle? Is it because the person who summoned you wants you to kill me?!"
Roy looked down at Dracula. Given that Roy was two meters tall when standing, Dracula could only reach his chin. Roy's eyes went over Dracula, and he was sure that it was his first time seeing Dracula. The issue was, why was this guy so emotional upon seeing Roy for the first time?
Roy could tell from his tone that there was a thick feeling of… complaint!
Yes, complaint. This fellow sounded like he was venting his dissatisfaction against Roy. That tone sounded as if it was from an abandoned child…
Hehe, this is interesting! Roy bent his head, sniffed Dracula, and found only a rotten smell. When Roy looked at Dracula, he realized that Dracula was colorless and had become black and white.
This happened because of Roy's innate demon ability Soul Peer. In his eyes, Dracula had lost the radiance of his soul!
In other words, Dracula was soulless… dead! His soul had long been taken away!
Roy smiled, and with his appearance, he looked sinister. "Are you yelling at me because you're venting your anger at me?"
"Yes!" Dracula stretched out his hand and pointed at Roy. "I am venting my anger at you! Because your kind took my soul but left me alive. Do you know how painful this feels?!"
He bent his head, looked at his own hands, and placed his hands on his chest. "No heartbeat! No warmth! I rely on blood to survive, but I can't tell the taste of blood. I can't even see my reflection in a mirror! I am nothing but a living dead!"
"And it's you demons that caused all of this!" Dracula roared while pointing at Roy again.
However, in response was a stout tail flying straight at him, slamming into his abdomen, knocking him tens of meters away, smashing everything that stood in the way. The great force pounded Dracula into the wall of the hall. This scene left the other vampires in the hall screaming in horror.
After his tail whacked Dracula, Roy sneered. "What a joke! How dare you vent your frustration on the demon after transacting with them?"
Roy already understood what had happened. Dracula probably got tricked by the demon that he entered into a contract with, so upon seeing a demon again, he vented his pent up frustrations for the past hundreds of years on Roy.
But Roy was not his father, so why would he take it lying down? Thus, he directly knocked him flying to wake him up.
Dracula fell off the wall, and although he seemed to have been hit hard, there was no damage. He opened his mouth, exposing his sharp fangs, and began to transform.
Dracula had similar pale, almost blue vampire skin, but he was much bigger and stronger than his brides, and his vampire wings looked a bit like demon wings. He roared, flapped his wings, and flew at Roy. He extended his claws, wanting to kill Roy.
At the same time, Roy charged forward, grabbed Dracula's head with a hand, and smashed him down from the air into the ground with a loud bang, causing countless cracks in the floor of the ballroom.
Dracula was merely a creature created by a demon using unknown methods. Since his strength came from a demon, how could he possibly contend against one?
Even a low-rank demon was a fierce existence to be reckoned with in this world. If Roy had a strength attribute nearing seventy, then Dracula's was only at most at forty, directly crushing him!
Pressed into the ground by one of Roy's hands, Dracula did not give up struggling and extended his claws to try breaking free from Roy's grip. The next moment, Roy used the other hand, grabbed one of his wings, and tore it hard, ripping it off!
No blood poured out, but Dracula screamed in pain. Roy scoffed. "It doesn't seem like you don't feel anything at all. At least you can still feel pain!"
In the ballroom, his vampire subordinates and brides were shivering in fear and had already retreated into a corner. This fight was simply beyond them.
Realizing the huge difference in strength, Dracula finally gave up and stopped struggling. He begged Roy for mercy in a trembling voice. "So-sorry. Please let me go!"
"Hmph!" Roy snorted coldly but let him go.
Dracula's recovery was very swift. The wing that was half ripped off actually grew out quickly. When it finished regenerating, Dracula returned to his human form. He got up from the ground and patted the dust off himself while keeping his head down, not daring to say anything.
"Once the demon contract is signed, it must be executed. The content of the contract matched your wish!" Roy coldly told him. "You only have yourself to blame for your wish having a loophole and becoming an undead creature. Who else can you blame for the contracted demon exploiting it?"
"No, not only this time!" Dracula vehemently denied when he heard what Roy said. "There was another time!"
"Huh? Did you transact with demons twice?" Roy was surprised.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Dracula tidied up his appearance before continuing, "In 1462, I was murdered. Before I died, I sold my soul to the demon in exchange for resurrection. That demon took my soul and turned me into a vampire. This was my own wish, and I don't blame anyone. But after a hundred years, in their effort to kill me, the Villelis family sought the help of a demon!"
He raised his head and looked at Roy. "In any case, I am also a believer of demons. Is this how you demons treat your believers? Do you know that I was almost killed that time?"
"What's this about?" Listening to this, Roy was puzzled. "You mean, someone summoned a demon and tried to use the power of the demon against you?"
"That's right!" Dracula said indignantly. "A descendant of the Villelis family asked that demon for the power to kill me, and the demon turned him into a werewolf. The venom in the werewolf coincidentally restrains vampires. I almost died from that ordeal. If I hadn't torn my bitten left hand off to prevent the venom from spreading through my body…"
"So that's what happened!" Roy finally understood why Dracula started yelling at him and asked if he came to kill him. He actually had a similar experience before.
"Let's talk about your contracted demon. How did you become a vampire?" Roy asked quietly. "And what about that werewolf? The same way?"
"It should be the same." Dracula looked at Roy, his eyes fixed on Roy's neck. "It's demon blood. I drank it when I was about to die. It was that demon's blood. That purplish-red blood, I'll never forget what it looks like!"