Login Rewards at a Post Apocalyptic World - Chapter 39

“Lend me your strength?” Bick was stunned for a moment, but he immediately became ecstatic.

Bick had seen how strong Emily was.

To make a simple comparison, if the butcher who was gradually approaching Liberty Town was a strength-type warrior, then Emily was a combination of an assassin and a mage of the same level or even stronger.

Of course, this was under the situation where Emily’s strength had been “sealed” by more than half.

If it was a full moon tonight, how would Bick put the butcher in his eyes? Wasn’t it just a level-one mutated beast?

Emily had the combined strength of a level-two to level-three mutated beast at the very least. It was absolutely easy for her to crush the other party.

Now that he heard Emily could lend him strength, even if it was only half, he could still compete with the butcher.

“My master, I was prepared to say that I can lend you a part of Count Dracula’s aura. Of course, this is just a simulation. You haven’t really become Count Dracula!”

Emily’s words were like a basin of cold water, directly extinguishing Bick’s soaring enthusiasm.

He had been fantasizing that he would transform into a superhero and fight with the butcher who was gradually approaching him for 300 rounds. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

In the end, he would kill the butcher in front of everyone’s eyes and stand on its corpse to receive the cheers of the masses!

But now?

“Si… simulate? You mean…”

“That’s right. You can completely simulate the aura of Count Dracula. Moreover, it was during his most powerful period, but it doesn’t have the slightest bit of combat strength.” Emily’s voice was a little playful, as if it could tease Bick, it would make her very happy.

“You did it on purpose, Little Emily, you definitely did it on purpose!” Bick shouted in his heart, somewhat displeased.

“It’s master’s fault for not accepting the my sire! It’s such a comfortable thing to become a vampire. Not only can you live forever, but you also have great strength. Moreover, don’t you want to become the same kind as Emily? If you accept Emily’s sire, I will provide you with all the blood essence in your heart so that you can inherit the position of Count Dracula and become the true king of vampires, the ancestor of vampires in this world!”

Emily’s voice was full of temptation. Great power, the position of the ancestor of a clan, a long life…

“No, there’s no need to say anymore. Lend me Count Dracula’s aura simulation!” Bick had no choice but to interrupt Emily’s temptation. He was afraid that he couldn’t resist and agree to it.

If not for the system’s support, Bick would have agreed to it without any hesitation when Emily first proposed to give him a sire.

After all, in the wasteland world, having strong personal strength was the only guarantee of survival.

However, with the existence of the system, Bick’s future had endless possibilities.

Why would he abandon those possibilities just for the strength of a vampire king?

No matter how mysterious and powerful the blood clan magic was, could it be better than the great mage Merlin?

It was true that the blood clan had a long lifespan, but if any god or demon was randomly chosen, which one of them was not an immortal?

Bick did not want to become a blood clan as he did not want to limit his own development so early.

A creature like a vampire was at the bottom level among extraordinary beings.

To abandon his future development for the sake of a little temptation was a short-sighted action.

Seeing that Bick had made up his mind, Emily had no choice.

She was not using the opportunity of the butcher’s attack to force Bick.

As a reward from the system, her 100% loyalty was engraved in the depth of her soul.

However, it was understandable for her to make suggestions that were beneficial to herself and her race without betraying Bick.

Now that Bick did not choose the blood clan as the direction of development, Emily could only make the greatest contribution under the current conditions.

There was one thing that she definitely did not lie about. If Bick did not become blood clan, he really could not borrow any fighting strength.

As for the blood clan magic, Bick could learn it. It was not that he had to become blood clan to unleash its power.

There was nothing else. It was just that there was not enough blood energy. How much blood did the human body have? How much blood energy could be extracted?

The conservation of energy was the most basic law in the universe. Even extraordinary creatures had to abide by it!

“Please accept the aura of the King of my race, the gift of Count Dracula.” Emily chanted a melodious incantation loudly. As her voice continued to rise in Bick’s heart, the seal tattoo gradually became blood-red and hot.

The orange-yellow sunset became deeper and deeper until it finally turned into a blood-red light. The sunset that filled the sky was like a sea of blood, and the rolling burning clouds were like blood waves.

“Oh, God!”

“Is it the real end of the world this time?”

“It’s just a level-one mutated beast. How could it cause a change in the weather?!”

The people on the city wall looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky in shock. Their mouths were wide open, and they couldn’t even feel their saliva flowing onto their front lapels.

What Bick borrowed at this moment was the aura of Count Dracula when he became the first blood clan in the world and became a king in blood and fire.

No matter what kind of creature it was, to be able to become the king of their own race was absolutely worthy of respect.

If one could not understand the mystery of aura, then think of ordinary beasts.

When they were hunting, the weak prey would be so scared that they would not dare to resist or run away.

Even a group of lions that were hunting on the African grassland had their own aura to become the Lion King!

And to be able to become the king of all the lions in the world, how powerful would its aura be?

And this was just an ordinary beast. The aura of extraordinary creatures like the blood clan was even more unimaginable. And for a king of a clan like Dracula, his aura caused a change in the weather. It was simply too normal.

In a trance, Bick seemed to have transformed into the depressed and lonely king of the blood clan. He sat high up on the throne that was slowly rising in the sea of blood. Under his feet were thousands of vampires worshipping him. All around him were countless blood slaves devoutly supporting him.

Although he had an incomparable status and strength, and his lifespan was so long with the era as the unit, his soul had no one to rely on. He could only drift with the flow of the sea of blood, using the blood of all living beings to slightly relieve the loneliness of eternal life.

A long sigh that came from his soul sounded. Bick was glad that he did not choose to become a blood clan member. Dracula’s eternal life and strength were the source of his pain!

At the moment the sigh came out, all the creatures, snakes, mice, ants, humans, zombies, mutated beasts, and even the plants in a thousand miles radius around Bick were frozen in the air.

That was because even the air seemed to be frozen.

A fear that came from his soul and faced his natural enemy spread around all the creatures.

“Level four? No, no… at least level five mutated beast, where did this come from?” In a dark cave, a panicked and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and then the voice was completely frozen.