Chapter 331: Since they were going for a thrill, they might as well go all out

Chapter 331: Since they were going for a thrill, they might as well go all out



"I'll keep them safe for you."

Dracula had never seen such a scene before.

Lying in his coffin, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

Unlike the unworldly blood clan prince, Vladimir was much more composed. He even took the initiative to explain, "Master, that denture contains a blood clan contract. I was planning to keep it as a surprise for you, as a birthday present or something."

"What a wonderful surprise."

Mike nodded seriously.

"I can celebrate my birthday every day."

Vladimir's mouth twitched, almost losing his composure.

But he quickly regained his composure and said proactively,

"Then happy birthday to you every day!"

"Alright, enough fooling around."

Mike's expression turned serious, and he emphasized, "We have work to do. Focus!"

With the [Shadow] trial path completed, everyone present returned to the starting point with Mike.

However, Mike didn't rush to tackle the last trial path. Instead, he paused.

Vladimir asked thoughtfully, "Master, what are we doing next?"

"Collecting some interest from Poseidon."

Mike looked at Dracula and asked directly,

"You said you could refine decoys, right?"

Dracula nodded. "Yes."

Mike pointed at Poseidon's projection and voiced a bold idea.

"Can you refine this?"

Dracula and Vladimir fell silent simultaneously, the shock in their eyes impossible to conceal!

Dracula hadn't expected Thor to be so audacious.

Messing around with a Quasi-God was one thing, but Poseidon was a god with a divine seat in the temple!

A powerful being who had surpassed level 995!

Refining his projection into a decoy, what was he trying to do?

Was he courting death?

If Thor were at a higher level, Dracula might have been able to accept such behavior.

But Thor was only level 300, his current strength wasn't that great!

Vladimir's thoughts were different from Dracula's.

Having followed Thor for so long, Vladimir had a deep understanding of his master's style and had gained some insights.

Refining Poseidon's projection into a decoy was within the realm of acceptable behavior.

What Vladimir hadn't expected was that Mike would start openly fleecing Poseidon! What did this mean?

It meant that if he, Vladimir, with his mere duke-level strength and Chief tier, didn't work harder, he would be left behind!

He felt an urgent need to increase his strength!

Vladimir knew very well.

If he had no value, he wouldn't suffer any terrible consequences.

Vladimir's expression contorted in a struggle. He gritted his teeth and said,

"Master, you can summon the phantom of your Thor's Sea."

"Oh?"

Mike glanced at Vladimir in surprise and summoned his Thor's Sea.

Vladimir pointed to a corner of Thor's Sea and said respectfully,

"Would you mind retrieving those fangs?"

Back when Mike was constructing his Thor's Sea, a pair of fangs had flown out of Mistveil

Castle and merged into it.

These fangs naturally belonged to Vladimir.

Both of them knew this, maintaining a tacit understanding.

Mike didn't ask, and Vladimir didn't mention it.

Now, the fangs within Thor's Sea reappeared before Vladimir.

When the complete fangs appeared, Dracula's expression changed, and the blood energy

around him surged, carrying a faint hint of killing intent.

"You old, useless geezer, behave yourself!"

Sensing Dracula's agitation, Vladimir cursed,

"These are my precious treasures, what are you looking at?!"

These fangs had a significant background.

Mike's gaze fell upon them, and information he hadn't been able to see before surfaced one

by one.

[The Fangs of Vladimir III, severed by Ares.]

They seemed rather ordinary.

Mike was puzzled. If these were Vladimir's own fangs, Dracula shouldn't have reacted so

strongly.

After all, among the top powerhouses of the blood clan, Vladimir wasn't even ranked!

What was so special about his fangs?

A new prompt popped up.

[These fangs once attacked the blood clan Ancestor.]

Mike: "?!"

Had Vladimir been that strong before?

Under Mike's watchful gaze, a stream of blood essence shot out from Vladimir's fingertips,

landing on the fangs.

The black and red spots on the fangs began to fade.

Dilution... purification... the process repeated.

Finally, a pale and weakened Vladimir held three drops of blood essence in his palm.

"These three drops of blood essence, diluted with the blood of the blood clan Ancestor, are the limit of what they can contain."

Vladimir knelt on one knee, raising his right hand high above his head, his palm carefully

holding the precious blood essence. In the most humble and respectful tone, he said, "Great Master, please allow your humble servant the distinguished honor of presenting this meager yet significant gift to you."