Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Vampires had always been an elegant existence. Being forced to reveal such a look in front of so many people made Perry furious.

Although he was furious, he was more so apprehensive. Eastern magic was simply too powerful.

It was more powerful than the usual blood hunter tools, like the cross or holy water.

His strength depleted with each second that passed.

Perry somewhat helplessly screamed. It had a strange sonic rhythm and seemed to go very, very far…

“Finish him off!” Darlene said. “He’s summoning other vampires!”

As soon as Darlene’s words left her mouth, she looked up at the sky. Her pupils shrank.

Ning Shu also looked into the sky and saw a man. He wore a tuxedo and a cape with a high stand-up collar.

There were bats flying all around his body.

Perry saw this man and immediately flew to his side.

The man opened his mouth and said something. In response, Perry bowed his head in shame.

A drop of blood appeared on the man’s forehead, and then it flew over to enter Perry’s forehead.

The flame on Perry’s body gradually extinguished.

Ning Shu’s jaw nearly fell off seeing this scene. A single drop of blood actually held such a great power?

If her memory served her well, this way the vampire that Touro, Casey, and her had encountered in that small, abandoned church.

Ning Shu moved closer to Darlene and whispered, “This vampire is the one that awakened at that time. With such strength, he must be a third-generation vampire, right?”

Darline nodded. “He speaks the ancient language. He probably is a third-generation vampire.

“No one here is a match for him. If it wasn’t for the God-sent flood back then, and the human boarding of Noah’s ark, humans would already be their captives by now.”

Darlene’s expression was gloomy.

He was really a third-generation vampire? A single drop of his blood already had this much power? As expected of the race who claimed the ability to compete with God.

Ning Shu wondered how much blood he had in his body.

Perry talked to the third-generation vampire but his eyes kept shooting towards Ning Shu from time to time.

Then, the third-generation vampire suddenly said something to Ning Shu.

Ning Shu: ???

Ning Shu was dumbfounded. She had no idea what he was saying.

She turned to Perry and said, “What did your old ancestor say? Translate it.”

“You are trained in Eastern magic,” Perry coldly said. “Why did you set foot in the West? Do you want to cause a war?”

“These legs are mine, I can go wherever I want. How’s it any of your business?” Ning Shu said. She then said to Perry, “Translate that to your old ancestor.”

Perry sneered and spoke to the third-generation vampire.

The third-generation vampire frowned and looked at Ning Shu with a flat look. It was the kind of look that a human would give to an ant—one without any emotion in it.

His face was as white as paper, and he wore only black clothes. It created a stark contrast.

Wearing any other color would be better for him than wearing black.

Was he afraid that people wouldn’t know he was a vampire?

Didn’t he know that black could absorb more heat than other colors?

“@#$%……” the third-generation vampire said again.

Ning Shu was speechless. She said to Perry,” Can’t you be more proactive as a translator? Also, your old ancestor has been out of touch with the world for too long. He should learn to communicate with people more. Don’t let him be spoiled!”

Ning Shu, seeing Perry cowering behind the third-generation vampire’s back, suddenly felt like Perry was nothing to be afraid of.

She was no longer terrified of Perry like she once was.

Ning Shu considered herself of the same standing as the third-generation vampire.

The third-generation vampire was her opponent now, not the Perry she used to be so afraid of.

MTL Editor: Ran