Chapter 293 Forbidden Bloody Tempest!

Noah's words meant today he was going to stop Dracula from interrupting the fight.

As much as he didn't like his approach, another thought intrigued Dracula, and he asked with a bit of surprise, "What you lost in the hand of that toddler?!" He was surprised because nobody had yet been born to defeat his little brother in any chess games so far.

"Yep, I'm not a sore loser like you five. Hmm, anyway, that was one hell of an interesting and peculiar fight." Noah responded and drank up the last drop of the wine in the glass. Then he refilled them both.

Dracula drank up the wine and one fell swoop again and said, "But don't you think it's right of us to end that thing?"

Noah glared at him and responded sharply, "That brat! Hmm, that brat is my damn brethren. So mind yourself." But the next thing, he burst into laughter, and said, "Sorry brother, this temper of mine. Even after several centuries of meditation, I still can't get rid of it."

"Fine!" Dracula gave in as this little brother before he was the only person terrified of, even after these long centuries.

Thus, the two conversed like old times while they kept enjoying the wine. Still, both of their eyes were on the screen.

Bobby took a break after continuously beating the Vampire Patriarch for half an hour straight.

Now, the Vampire Patriarch lay on a flattened mountain from the impact of their fight with his body losing most of the flesh from all over his body. The endless punches from him had battered his face, disfiguring grotesquely.

Now he was barely breathing, and it also broke almost all of his teeth in the process.

Standing above the cluster of his white cloud, Bobby, in his Satanic Form, glanced downed and muttered under his breath, "Oh, come on and activate your Dracula gene!"

Suddenly, Peter stood up gradually, and said, "Kiddo, I never wish to invoke my dark side. But seeing your current strength, I think I have no choice left." Then he stabbed his forefinger into his chest and yelled, "Dark-Bloody Beast Mode, Manifest for me!" Yes, just as werewolves had their lycanthrope form, so did the vampires, the Dark-Bloody Beast Mode.

Just after that, his body started morphing, and within a second, all his wounds, both internally and externally, were healed. His pair of canines protruded out into two fangs, his hair turned blood red and all of his nails started growing out.

"Kid, I still can't control my dark side yet. So, let's end with a single move. I'm now going to use my strongest assault skill. And if you stay alive, then I will surrender my vampire family and join your band." Peter spoke in a raspy, eerie-sounding voice.

Then he raised both his hands and the next thing, the space above him was filled with red blood coming out of him and he yelled, "Forbidden Bloody Tempest!"

Soon, a large area above him was filled up with red blood. Then he waved his hand toward the youth hovering in the air saying: "Go!"

Just like a huge typhoon, it swept toward Bobby as it passed every living thing in its way; birds, insects, trees, weeds, and grasses lost their vitalities, turning into ashes.

Bobby felt a brooding sense of danger from it, too. "Shadow Slave!" he cried, and a black katana appeared in his hand. Then he raised it slowly above his head in the air while whispering an incantation and infusing it with the trace of energy derived from the ignition of his primary Primordial Bloodline from his father's side. And he made a slow hacking down motion in the air and whispered, "Dragon Beheading Strike!"

Nothing came out of his blade, but the result was that the incoming sea of blood was cut into two halves and a sudden spatial restriction arose, restricting all the blood into a gigantic space capsule.

Bobby raised his hand and made a clasping motion with his hand and it went on for the next two minutes as he kept sweating all over his body.

And the result of his effort was that he turned it into a tiny pill-sized red capsule and landed on his hand. "Good, now I get my hand on those Dracula genie blood in action. Perhaps I might crack the secret of that Dark Side Beast Form!"

Meanwhile, Peter undid his dark side form, and soon he transformed back to his original form. He said, "Okay, I lost! Alright, from today onward, you are my Childe Of Destiny too. Please, follow me, Crown Prince." Then he flew up in the air.

"Wait! Hold a sec! We need to discuss one thing more before we heed to your Blood Palace," Bobby said, halting him immediately.

"I'm all ears," Peter responded in a respectful tone.

"It's about your GrandDaughter, Diana Carver." Bobby continued, "Plainly speaking, we are in an intimate relationship. So, I'm officially asking you for her hands." Then he returned to his original form.

This news he had broken out was like a sweet melody in his ear, so Peter responded with a smile, "Of Course, I agree..." But he stopped as he received a secret message from the ancestor Dracula, himself. At first, he was shaken a bit, and then he took a deep breath.

"Please, keep going on." Bobby insisted.

After a long sigh, Peter said with a straight face, "I agree on one condition."

"Shoot!"

"You must rescue her parents from our Vampire Sacred Forbidden region," Peter said, as the image of his beautiful daughter's face appeared in his mind.

'Splendid opportunity! I'm planning to go there for the god crystal and this plan of rescuing my future in-laws is in alignment with my plan. So why not?" Bobby thought and responded, "Yes, I'll do that."

"Good-good! Then, let's get back. So you're the person who my granddaughter is obsessing about." Peter said with a peal of hearty laughter.

"No, I would like to go inside that Forbidden Place of Your vampire now and rescue my soon-to-be in-laws. These can be precious gifts to my Diana!" Bobby said firmly.