Chapter 409: The only way to conquer fear is to face it head-on

Chapter 409: The only way to conquer fear is to face it head-on



After a while of explanation, Mike had a clear understanding of Dracula's abilities, summarizing them into three points:

First, Dracula had super strong immunity to ranged spells and attacks, especially arrows! With Dracula by his side, Mike no longer had to worry about being attacked by arrows. Thinking of this, Mike sighed, "Too bad, this won't be useful against Joseph."

As everyone knew, Joseph was a Wind Element mage, and had even been the poster boy for Wind Combat Mages.

Second, Dracula had a whopping 1 billion HP and super strong life regeneration.

His river of blood could ignore the effects of severe injuries and replenish his HP anytime, anywhere.

In addition, Mike could temporarily convert the damage he received into HP!

Third, Dracula had a secret technique that, once activated, could designate a target and take all the damage for them for a period of time!

This was the most important point for Mike.

These three points made Dracula the best... sacrificial lamb on the battlefield.

Of course, according to the agreement between Mike and Dracula, any losses Dracula suffered in battle would be compensated by Mike with Forbidden Prince-grade blood essence.

They had drawn up a strict price list:

Taking 1 billion damage could be exchanged for 1 drop of blood essence.

Consuming one river of blood could be exchanged for 2.5 drops of blood essence.

Dracula dying once would be compensated with 4.99 drops of blood essence.

Dracula self-destructing once would be compensated with 9.98 drops of blood essence.

Three deaths, get one free, self-destruct five times, get one free...

Very rigorous.

After discussing the price list, the shield Fool had forged for Mike was fresh out of the oven.

Equipment: Sun Thorn Shield (Lv. 369)

Tier: SS-level

Physical Defense: 18000

Magic Defense: 17600

Attributes: Strength +6400, Constitution +4900

Perks:

[Sun]: While holding the shield, Fire Element magic effects +36.9%

[Thorn]: When taking damage, deal 36.9% of the damage received as physical damage back to the attacker, up to a maximum of 3.69 million.

[Absolute Defense]: When wielding the shield with one hand and perfectly parrying an attack, reduce damage received by 36.9%.

[Indestructible]: Durability never depletes.

[Adaptive Level]: Increases in level with the user up to level 900.

Looking at the shield's description, Mike couldn't help but nod, this was good stuff!

"Fool, you're actually useful for something!"

The number one forging master of both races, her skills were indeed impressive!

Fool casually tossed a golden bean into her mouth and snorted disdainfully.

"I was forging SSS-level equipment when you were still sucking on your mama's tit in diapers."

Mike rolled his eyes, "Just to clarify, I'm only eighteen, and you're hundreds of years old. Don't try to act like you're one of us youngsters."

Holding the shield, Mike turned around and found Dracula looking utterly dejected.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Mike was about to take Dracula to enchant the shield, but Dracula turned pale and asked in a low voice, "You want me to be enchanted onto this... thing?"

Mike was puzzled, "Is there something wrong with it?"

"This fucking thing is a sun, a sun!" Dracula jumped up and down, his aristocratic demeanor completely gone, his voice filled with panic. "I'm a vampire, a vampire, you know? I'll die if I'm burned by the sun!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Fool ate fried golden beans, leaning against the wall, wanting to see what new tricks Thor was

up to.

Mike put on his gloves, placed the shield on the ground, and looked at Dracula, "I'm going to use Thunderclap Fate on you, but I'm not sure about the specific process or what will

happen..."

"It doesn't matter."

Dracula said disdainfully, "I, a dignified Forbidden Prince of the blood clan, have seen it all."

"Okay."

With that, Mike took out the Thunderclap Hammer.

Dracula: ???

What are you doing with a hammer?

"This move requires a hammer to activate, it shouldn't hurt."

As he spoke, Mike swung the hammer towards Dracula's head.

Thunderclap Fate!

In an instant, the entire room was bathed in red light, countless phantoms appearing.

It was only at this moment that Mike realized that the moment Thunderclap Fate was

activated, it would replay the phantom's life of defiance against fate.

In other words, it was the phantom's most unforgettable memory.

The red phantoms gradually solidified, like a documentary film. Mike watched intently, not missing a single detail.

On a cliff, a simple and massive castle was engulfed in flames.

The sky was crimson, thick black smoke billowed out, flags fell, panicked servants and

attendants scattered and fled...

In front of the castle stood the allied forces of five races, thousands of Lord tier experts, millions of troops...

The enemy had surrounded the castle, leaving no escape. Annihilation was only a matter of time, destruction was the only fate for this castle.

At that critical moment, a river of blood descended from the sky, encircling the castle, resisting the overwhelming attacks.

A figure emerged from the river of blood.

His cloak was tattered, his pale face covered in blood, his usual composure and elegance gone.

A wave of commotion swept through the allied forces, countless experts were astonished.

The blood clan, who shouldn't have been here, had appeared!

This vampire stood before the army, protecting the castle.

The castle was the Blood Ancestor's castle.

This most powerful being of the blood clan was attempting to break through to level 1000.

And the allied forces in front of the castle wanted to launch a sneak attack at this critical

moment, to stop him.

But because of Dracula's obstruction, their plan failed.

Facing an enemy several times his size, facing an impossible-to-defeat opponent, facing a

certain defeat,

Dracula adjusted his collar, raised his noble head, looked at his enemies with disdain, and said contemptuously,

"Are you... so afraid of the blood clan having a Supreme Being?"

As Dracula chanted, the river of blood behind him stretched continuously, eventually turning

into a red line, drawing a circle, enclosing the entire castle within.

The moment the red line fell, a sneer appeared on Dracula's lips, "Cross this line, and die!"