The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"Although you were able to temporarily borrow five-sixths of the power of a god after performing the divine descending technique, which allowed you to have extremely powerful power in a short period of time that is unmatched by ordinary people, I have to say something regretful. , even when you possess power that is unmatched by ordinary people, you also expose an extremely obvious flaw."

Xuan Yuan smiled slightly, and said to the Pope indifferently and coldly in a tone that was half a smile, with a hint of carelessness and contempt in his tone: "And the flaw you exposed is fatal. As long as you make good use of it, At one point, it’s nothing but easy to kill you.”

Xuan Yuan actually didn't look down on the Pope's use of divine descending techniques to gain power. Because in the final analysis, such behavior is borrowing the power of others, rather than relying on your own efforts to become strong and gain enough strength to withstand all crises and dangers.

From Xuan Yuan's point of view, there is nothing praiseworthy about this kind of behavior, and he would not feel any emotion at all for the Pope's decision to sacrifice his life to perform the divine art at the cost of his own life. In his opinion, the pope's burning life and soul to perform divine magic is no different from many original owners who are unable to change the current situation, so they ask outsiders for help. There is nothing worthy of his respect or admiration.

Xuan Yuan is willing to walk through the mission worlds and fulfill the wishes of the original owners. He also knows that it cannot be because he admires them for being willing to pay the price of their souls in exchange for doing it all over again. He just has a little regret and sigh, so he is willing to do it for all kinds of people. The original owner's wish comes true. Xuan Yuan couldn't even sympathize with them - he really couldn't empathize with them because he had never experienced such a situation.

What can truly win Xuan Yuan's appreciation and approval is to cultivate yourself to be strong enough to dominate everything. If you just pray to others, you will always be dependent on others and restricted by others, and you will not be free or comfortable in every move. What's more, What's the meaning.

Moreover, the more the church relies on the divine magic, and the more it regards it as a trump card, the more it is restricted by the mercy and gifts of the gods, which is equivalent to tying itself up in a cocoon. Once God no longer focuses on the church, the existence of the church and believers will become worthless and meaningless.

The church's dependence on the gods has distorted its own destiny to such a sad point, as if it were like duckweed on the water. People who can see it clearly can't help but sigh. However, the church members who are in the middle of the situation are obsessed with the authorities and stubbornly refuse to realize it. If you can't see clearly where your own destiny lies, you can't find a way to truly save your life.

The Pope felt how powerful he was in his current state. He didn't believe Xuan Yuan's words at all. He only smiled faintly: "If you think that I will be shaken by saying this, then you are thinking too much. Over the years, the divine descending technique It has always been the church's last trump card. For thousands of years, no one has been able to escape from the hands of the pope who used divine magic, even if you are a fourth-generation prince. "

He paused, and then said in a tone that was both mocking and cold: "Although the church has indeed not successfully hunted a duke-level vampire for so many years, in the history of the church, it is not that there were no dukes in the past. A level vampire fell into the hands of the church. The prince is just a little stronger than the duke. In the state of divine descent, I will definitely kill you. "

The Pope knew very well that if he could not kill or restrain the fourth-generation prince, it would be difficult for other members of the church who entered Catherine's territory to retreat, because as long as the prince blocked him here , then the congregation headed by Raymond may not be able to escape unscathed from the siege of the six dukes, and they will definitely lose their troops.

In fact, the church's only chance now is to kill the fourth-generation prince first, and then rush to the congregation as quickly as possible before his lifespan and soul are completely burned out, and force the six to retreat. Duke, help the church personnel escape here successfully.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." Xuan Yuan said nonchalantly. He didn't say it just to remind the church. His purpose has always been very clear. For example, what he wants to do now is to kill people who are in trouble as soon as possible. The Pope of Divine Descendants, prevent him from dragging many vampires to die together at the last moment, it's just that simple.

When the Pope casts his magic, all he needs to do to kill him is to seize one flaw. That is, the pope's lifespan is in a state of intense burning, which means that there is not much life left in him. With the pope's age, how long can his soul and lifespan sustain the burning of the divine descending technique?

Half an hour? ten minutes? five minutes? No one can say for sure, but it won’t be more than half an hour at most. There is only half an hour left in his life, which is equivalent to a death struggle. As long as Xuan Yuan speeds up time a little and makes half an hour fleeting, then the Pope's remaining life will naturally disappear with it. And as his longevity was exhausted, he would naturally end the time for the divine descending technique ahead of time and die under the holy light.

"For ordinary people, it doesn't matter if time speeds up for half an hour or even an hour. After all, as long as they are not terminally ill or dying, their lifespan will be long anyway, but people like the Pope have a burning lifespan. It's different with the soul. Shouyuan burns at an extremely fast speed. Basically, if it goes a little faster, the Pope will lose all his lifespan and die."

The power of time spread silently, eroding the surrounding area. Time passed at a very fast speed. For ordinary people, it might be an hour, but for the pope who had a short life span, it was tantamount to death. As time passed faster, the pope's life began to burn at a very fast speed.

When he was in the state of divine advent, the pope could feel that he was like a leaking sieve. His life and soul were like the water in the sieve constantly leaking down. When Xuanyuan plucked the light string of time, the pope immediately noticed that... the speed at which the water symbolizing his life flowed down was silently accelerated.

"It's the power of time." The mind of the god that descended into the body of the Pope exclaimed in surprise, and Gao Miao's indifferent tone was filled with a bit of surprise and unexpected confusion, "Time... This is a power that only he possesses. Is he back? But this is impossible. He has been exiled to the endless abyss and will never be reborn."

It was unprecedented for the god to speak. In the past, when the Pope performed the divine descent technique, the god's mind was more of a power. The mind belonging to the god never spoke, but at this moment he couldn't help but speak, because he sensed the familiar and unfamiliar fluctuations of the rules, which was the sound of the string of time being plucked.

A long, long time ago, before the god had ever stepped onto the throne of the gods, he had an opponent who had been entangled with him for a long time and had been competing with him for the throne of the gods. The rule that person mastered was [time]. During the years when they fought each other, he really remembered the rule of time, even after so many years.

Although the opponent of the gods only mastered the incomplete rules of time, it also brought many troubles to the gods who fully mastered the laws of light. They fought for thousands of years until the gods won, condensed the godhood and ascended the throne, and ended with his opponent being exiled to the endless abyss forever.

On this continent, the descendants of the opponents of the gods have been passed down, and they call him the first generation of blood clan.

Thinking of this, the gods suddenly realized that yes, the blood clan, the undead monsters living in the dark, are not the continuation of the incomplete time rules of that guy? After transforming into a blood clan, it is not actually immortality, but "time stagnation", which is the power of time.

But the forbidden power of time is only mastered by the first generation of blood clan in the world. Even his descendants should not have the existence of mastering this power... It's really a strange thing. Maybe he should go to the endless abyss to see what the first generation of blood clan exiled there is like now. The god made a decision, and his mind lurked silently. He was silent again, only providing power to believers without interfering in anything.

"The power of time!"

After the god spoke, the pope immediately realized that when his time was accelerated, the time he could maintain the divine descent would become shorter and shorter, so he no longer hesitated, raised the scepter in his hand and pointed it at Xuanyuan, shouting: "Holy light shines! Holy light slash! Archangel's protection!"

The scepter in his hand danced quickly, and the pope directly performed three powerful divine arts in a row. At that moment, in the vast valley, the burning and bright holy light fell down, illuminating the entire valley. Everything in the valley was clearly visible, brighter than daytime, and the light in the valley was holy light, which burned and hurt the vampires more than sunlight.

In the valley full of brilliant light, all illuminated by the golden white light, five or six huge swords condensed by holy light fell directly towards Xuanyuan, with great momentum. After the Holy Light Slash, three angels, six meters tall, with three pairs of wings growing from their backs, made entirely of Holy Light, and with faces and genders that could not be seen, flew down, also aiming directly at Xuan Yuan.

The Pope fought desperately, and immediately showed how powerful he was when he was in the state of the Divine Advent Technique. The Holy Light illuminated the entire valley, and even had a tendency to spread outward. The vampires who had been hiding outside the valley and dared not approach were burned by the Holy Light and hurriedly retreated. However, even so, many vampires were injured and burned by the Holy Light.

"These are useless to me." Bathed in the scorching Holy Light that was almost blinding, Xuan Yuan was completely fine, just raised his eyebrows and said with a smile. These Holy Lights were nothing to him. Although Sylvester's body could not withstand the Holy Light, as long as he used the sword energy to destroy all the Holy Lights near his body, these Holy Lights would naturally not be able to do anything to Xuan Yuan.

Slightly raising his eyelids, Xuan Yuan glanced at the rapidly slashing Holy Light Slash and the three angels charging with swords. He could not help but bend his index finger and flick it lightly. The next moment, these divine arts cast by the god with five-sixths of the power of the gods were directly annihilated and invisible, leaving no trace.

The Pope wailed in disbelief: "This is impossible. How could these divine arts have no effect on you? You are the son of evil in the darkness, an undead monster, and the object of purification by the holy light. Why are these attacks useless to you? I now have five-sixths of the power of the gods, why can't I kill you?!"

"Because you will never understand that the most powerful thing about gods is not how much power they have or how much holy light they can control, but the status of the gods and the rules they master." Xuan Yuan explained in a light tone, with a friendly attitude, answering every question, "If the god you believe in does not use your flesh to cast, but directly descends into the mind, even without a body, the strength that can be exerted will be extremely powerful."

However, if that were the case, the final outcome of the gods' intention to descend directly would be that they would be lost in this continent and unable to return to the divine world. The Lord worshipped by the church was obviously not so great and fearless, willing to pay such a price for his believers. After all, in the eyes of the gods, even the believers who believed in him were just a group of ants.

The expression on the old face of the Pope was confused and puzzled, with deep astonishment and bewilderment. He didn't know why Xuanyuan knew so many secrets and understood what kind of existence the gods were, nor did he know why he would answer his questions, but these were not important at this time, because the Pope knew deeply that his time was coming to an end.

After taking a look at Xuanyuan, the Pope knew that even if he was in the state of divine descent, he could not do anything to this fourth-generation prince. But it didn't matter, there were more blood clans here than just this fourth-generation prince. A touch of determination and coldness flashed across his eyes, and his old and slightly trembling hands raised the scepter in his hand high. In the last second, the Pope shouted the last divine spell: "Holy Light Purification!"

The huge purifying light was summoned, forming a huge sea of ​​light in the shape of a cross in the air, and the target of this purifying light was not Xuanyuan, but the other blood clans outside the valley who dared not approach. They were the group of blood clans driven by the Duke of Rhine and other blood clans to encircle and suppress the church believers, but were frightened by the Holy Light of the Pope and dared not approach at all.

Xuanyuan couldn't help but frowned and sighed softly. At this moment, he fully understood the Pope's plan and thoughts at the last moment of his life. The Pope could not do anything to Xuanyuan, but it didn't matter, because the Holy Light Purification was a very lethal divine art to the blood clans other than him, and there was a group of blood clans outside the valley.

If these hundreds of blood clans could be purified, what would happen even if the fourth-generation prince was not killed? Even the backbone of the power was eliminated, and the blood clan was afraid that it would decline for a long time. Even if he died here today, even if none of Raymond and others escaped, and all died in the blood clan territory, causing the church to fall, but so what.

Both sides suffered a huge blow, isn't it another kind of peace? Come on! Hurt each other, who is afraid of who, at worst, drag the backbone of the blood clan to die together, anyway, it is easier for humans to give birth to talented geniuses than for blood clans to give birth to newborns, and they can also consume the blood clan to death.

With this thought in mind, at the last moment of his life, the Pope used all his strength to perform a grand and unimaginable holy light purification technique, and threw it directly at the group of vampire nobles such as the marquis and earl outside the valley.

After performing this last divine technique, the Pope, who was originally standing in front of the path in the valley, suddenly had dots of white holy light all over his body. The light was soft, bright, and warm. It did not have the tyranny of holy light and the rejection of all filth, but was as clear as water.

In this light, the white-haired and white-bearded, vicissitudes-ridden Pope maintained the posture of holding up the scepter, and in the next moment he turned directly into powder with dots of white light, and disappeared between heaven and earth. In a moment, the Pope, who was originally standing there alive, had turned into a dot of light, and once the wind blew, there was no trace of him.

Under the holy light, the pope turned into dust and disappeared in the glory, and the thoughts of the gods who originally lived in his body and brought great power to the pope also flew up and returned to the divine world. The only thing left in this world by the pope in the state of the divine descent was the holy light purification that surged towards the blood clan.

Outside the valley, the blood clan nobles turned into their original forms one after another, stirring up a black mist with blood light. They flapped their wings desperately to get away from this valley, away from the holy light purification that followed them like a thorn in the flesh. At this moment, they really hated that bats were born without more wings, so that they could not fly fast enough.

Amid the sharp and piercing screams of bats, Xuanyuan couldn't help but twitch his lips, and looked at the group of bats dancing in panic and fear in silence, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart: Is this the elegant, noble, calm and composed blood clan? This is false advertising, right? With the vampires' funny appearance, why do humans always describe the vampires as particularly attractive when creating art?

Answer: Art comes from life and is higher than life.

Although he was speechless about the group of bats flapping their wings and screaming constantly, Xuan Yuan couldn't just watch this group of bats being purified. If so, Sylvester's wish would not only fail, but the situation would be worse. This would not be good. He couldn't let others pay the price but gain nothing.

Flashing out of the valley, Xuan Yuan stood in the air, facing the large area of ​​purifying light that was falling down, and couldn't help but groan. If the magic of holy light purification is for ordinary people, it will not only not hurt them, but also purify the illness and bad luck in their bodies. It is a blessing magic.

However, this ordinary blessing magic is the most difficult magic to resist for the vampires. As undead monsters that have frozen time and live in darkness, they naturally need to be purified. Once they encounter the purifying light, they will be like ice and snow melting in the sun, and nothing will be left in the end.

"Although it is a fatal spell for the blood race, its essence is still a bright and positive blessing spell." Xuanyuan raised his hand and gently twisted his chin, muttering to himself, "It's not good to waste it like this. Speaking of it, the tree of life in the mustard seed space is indeed lacking the light and positive power of light."

Although the tree of life seeds obtained by Xuanyuan from the elves grew very tall and lush after integrating one-third of the godhood of the elves, and the whole giant tree was lingering with extremely rich life power, Xuanyuan always felt that this tree of life had not grown to its limit. Now it seems that it may lack the sunshine.

So things are now logical. Since the tree of life needs sunlight, it just happens that the pope summoned a large area of ​​holy light for purification with all his strength before his death, which is just a waste. Anyway, Xuanyuan can't let these purifying lights really purify the blood race, so just let him collect these powers.

Although this is the pope's last struggle before his death, Xuanyuan did not feel sorry for the pope. The church had no intention of doing anything good when it lurked in the territory of the vampires. Wouldn't the vampires resist? Moreover, Xuanyuan did not intend to capture all the people in the church. He told Duke Rhine and others to try to capture the church alive.

Rather than directly overthrowing the church and letting the vampires grow, Xuanyuan only planned to let the church and the vampires sign a contract to maintain a peaceful coexistence. This world itself is a world where vampires and humans coexist. It is not appropriate for either side to grow stronger. It is better to find a balance point so that both sides can coexist.

Having made a decision in his heart, Xuanyuan calmly waved his hand lightly in the background of a group of bats screaming, and directly collected the large area of ​​purifying light and threw it all onto the crown of the tree of life in the mustard space, so that these blessings full of light and positivity could fully illuminate the tree of life, allowing this big tree to grow stronger and taller under the light.

After dealing with the Purifying Light, Xuan Yuan cast his eyes on the large group of bats flying together behind him, panicking and swallowing the elegance and calmness of the blood clan. His forehead twitched slightly, and he said with disdain: "What are you still doing here? Why don't you catch up and help Rhine and others capture the believers of the church alive?"

After Xuan Yuan spoke, the group of bats suddenly came to their senses and found that the Purifying Light that had been following them like a thorn in their bones had disappeared. At that moment, they all breathed a sigh of relief and finally regained some liveliness. In the thick black fog, the bats flew up and down, left and right, and chirped and shrilly, telling of their joy and happiness after surviving the disaster.

...A group of bats that should have had a gloomy and terrifying style, but they twisted their style to be funny and stupid with their unique personality charm. This generation of blood clan really embarrassed the blood clan. Where is the promised son of Silver Moon? Where is the elegant, noble, melancholy and profound temperament? Is it true that the only thing about the blood race is the face?

Xuanyuan pressed his forehead and felt that the style of the blood race was really different from what he had seen in the film and television materials. The blood race in this world really did not follow the ordinary path. Could it be that after being transformed into a blood race, it was not only the time that solidified, but also their IQ and psychological age? No, this is not solidification, this is retreat.

Falling from mid-air to the ground, the long black cloak fell to the ground. Xuanyuan frowned and looked at the group of bats that were still chirping and flying around, wondering if they had not heard what he had just said to these guys to help Duke Rhine and others. However, before Xuanyuan could speak again, the group of bats that were still chirping and venting their gratitude for surviving the disaster surrounded him.

"Your Highness, you are so amazing!"

"You are worthy of being your Highness. The Pope of the Church is no match for you even if he uses the magic of divine descent! Your Highness is worthy of being the legendary ancestor of the blood race!"

"We are so lucky to see your heroic figure with our own eyes. Ah~ Silver Moon, today is really a day blessed by our ancestors."

The blood mist mixed with blood light spread out. As the black mist approached, this group of bats of different shapes and sizes also bravely approached Xuanyuan. Seeing that Xuanyuan just raised his eyebrows and looked like he was smiling, although he was not happy, he did not rebuke or show displeasure. So this group of bats immediately began to chirp and kept saying words of praise. They surrounded Xuanyuan diligently, not like bats, but like a group of bees.

In fact, it would be fine if they just acted like fans, but after these bats came closer, they probably regained some sense and knew that they couldn't be too embarrassed. They had to show the elegant and noble side of the blood race in front of the prince they admired. So when they spoke words of praise and boasting, they all used graceful and beautiful arias.

But the problem is, can't they transform into human form before speaking with arias? Saying arias in the form of bats, and flapping their wings in a pretentious and elegant manner... Just think about it, big and small bats flying in the heavy black fog like a group of demons, and speaking arias with their mouths open, it's really out of place, okay.

This group of blood races are really sick! And they are seriously sick!

Xuanyuan felt that the reason why Sylvester didn't come back to save the blood race was not because he thought he didn't have the ability to mess things up, but because he didn't want to wake up and deal with this group of funny people. He just wanted to sleep forever and ignore everyone, so he entrusted the task to others.

Not bothering to pay attention to the noisy bats, Xuan Yuan waved his hand and blew them away. The next moment, Duke Rhine and others who were fighting with Raymond and others saw bats falling down one after another at the edge of their battlefield. They spun around in the air, their bloodshot eyes dizzy, and fell to the ground like drunks, making a snapping sound.

It was like a bat rain. Hundreds of bats, big or small, spun around hundreds of times in the washing tub and were thrown out. Each one was dizzy and didn't react to what happened for a while. They fell layer by layer on the edge of the battlefield to form a bat field. At first glance, I thought the bat nest had been dug out and dead bats fell all over the ground.

Kyles, who was originally using his unique ability to try to drag the church's believers into a dream and make them sleep in a daze, paused and asked in surprise: "How did you suddenly appear here?" Because Kyles' ability belongs to the long-range auxiliary type, he stood at the back of the six dukes and was the closest to the bat that fell to the ground in a circle.

In the bat pile, a bat as big as an adult cat, with a pitch-black body, struggled to lift the bats that hit him, slowly crawled out, flew into the air and turned into a handsome man in his thirties wearing a tuxedo. He was completely different from the funny guy in bat form. He clapped his hands and bowed gracefully, and then said with a smile: "Your Highness arranged for us to come here to help the dukes."

Kyles:... Do you think that after turning into human form, we will forget the embarrassing scene of a group of bats chirping and throwing down just now? Everyone knows each other, why pretend at this time. No matter how elegant and calm the human form is, when it turns into a bat, its personality is affected by the instinct of the bat, and it will become funny in an instant.

Although he wanted to laugh, Kyles thought that the six dukes were also thrown in front of the church believers by His Royal Highness with the wind. In this regard, the eldest brother should not laugh at the second brother. If he really started to laugh, he didn't know which side would be hurt, so he wisely shut his mouth.

On the contrary, the Duke of Rhine, who was originally suppressing the fanatic leader Raymond, took a little time to say to the vampire man in the tuxedo: "Don't stand by and watch, everyone work together! His Royal Highness means that we should try to capture them alive, and if we can't capture them, we can capture them alive on the spot!"

Under the shouting of the Duke of Rhine, the bats who were dizzy and dazed finally remembered what Xuanyuan wanted them to do by throwing them here, so they rushed towards the church believers together without shame, using the majority to bully the minority very naturally and familiarly, without any sense of fair competition.

Nonsense, it's not a duel, what's the point of fairness?

A group of bats, cough, no, a group of vampires joined forces to beat up the church believers, and there were more vampires rushing over at the edge of Catherine's territory. It was obvious that the church people led by Raymond would not be able to escape from the vampire territory. This was a result without any doubt.

Here, after Xuanyuan waved away a group of bats, he did not care about the church believers who fled down the mountain, but went back to Catherine's castle on the top of the mountain. At this time, although there were still tens of millions of candles lit in the castle, the lights were brilliant and extremely bright, but it was no longer as prosperous and lively as before, but was silent, as if no one was here.

However, the castle was not empty. When Duke Rhine and others led a group of vampires to the valley halfway up the mountain to surround the church people, two people stayed and stayed in the castle. These two people are naturally Catherine and Upton. Before successfully capturing the church's people, Upton, who had been forcibly transformed into a vampire, was not suitable to appear in front of them, and Catherine, who could restrain Upton, naturally had to stay with them.

In the castle hall, Upton sat on the ground with a face full of pain and sadness. He pressed his head against his knees, clenched his hands, his veins bulged, and his whole body was shaking. He was suffering from what was happening. So many vampires gathered here, waiting to catch the turtle in the jar. He had foreseen the cruel future facing the church and knew that the church's plan this time would fail and would pay a heavy price.

Upton knew everything, which made him miserable, but what made him regret and hate more was that he knew that the vampires were encircling his companions, but he had no way to stop it. He even knew clearly that the vampires' plan to catch the turtle in the jar was also thanks to the information he passed back to the church and his ignorance along the way.

In this cruel competition between the church and the vampires, he was forced to transform into a vampire, and had to follow his instincts and help the vampires to harm the church according to Catherine's wishes. He is a sinner. Everything the church has encountered today is because of the sins and mistakes he has committed. It is him... who has harmed the church.

"Do you feel pain?" Seeing Upton's painful and withered appearance, Catherine, who was half leaning on the sofa in a complicated black dress, covered her mouth with her slender hands painted with black nail polish and laughed. Her eyes were charming and misty, as if carrying many complex and unspeakable emotions. "Upton, you should know that all the pain you have endured today is your own fault. You deserve it!"

There was deep hatred and coldness on her charming and delicate face. Looking at Upton, Catherine could not recall any of her feelings about liking Upton at the beginning. Seeing this man at this time, all she could recall was that she was deceived, The resentment and hatred of being let down, as well as the fear and panic of almost making a mistake and causing the Vampire Clan to suffer eternal disaster.

"Upton, these are retributions, do you think so? If your deception had not been exposed, if your conspiracy had not been exposed, in your position at this time, I would be the one suffering the most. I will regret that I actually listened to the deception of a church fanatic, and actually caused the blood clan to fall and overthrow because of a false love——"

Catherine raised her eyebrows and smiled. The look between her eyebrows was extremely cold and sharp, with a deep darkness and harshness: "Upton, you deserve all this. When you deceived me, you should have done your best to get rid of your conspiracy. The pain you are suffering now will be inflicted on me if your conspiracy comes true, so I think it is more appropriate to return all this pain to you. "

Under Catherine's sarcastic and hateful words, Upton, who was already wilted and lifeless, held his head in his hands and pressed his forehead firmly against his knees. He buried his face in his legs and was full of emotions. It was pain and sadness. His face was filled with tears. He opened his mouth to cry, but he couldn't even cry out. He could only roar silently. He felt like there was a big hole in his heart, and what was whizzing by was the coldness of the frost.

He was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but as a blood descendant of Catherine, he was ordered by Catherine to not even die. He could only continue to live in the immortal form of the blood race, struggling in the darkness, enduring Suffering endless pain and sorrow, he became an immortal monster, suffering in pain forever.

When Catherine sneered silently, a tall and thin figure wearing a black flowing cloak flashed in front of her. His long pale golden hair reflected light under the candlelight, and was as smooth as silk. This person looked over with indifferent eyebrows. , said: "Catherine, I have something to ask you about the first generation of vampires."