Looking at the scene of the demons dancing wildly, a hint of nostalgia vaguely rose in Bruce's eyes.

These low-level blood clans... They can clearly live on the ground openly, but because they are constantly hunted by the church, they can only flee from west to east, and finally take root in Hong Kong and Nanyang.

However, even in Hong Kong, these low-level blood clans dare not be too arrogant. They can only live in underground bars, waiting for the lost lambs to fall into the trap. On days without banquets, such underground carnivals have become the only fun for these low-level blood clans.

Although Bruce is now a member of the Smike family, he is not the orthodox bloodline, but climbs up from the lowest point step by step. So when he sees the carnival of these low-level blood clans, he seems extremely nostalgic.

However, nostalgia is nostalgia, when he went down the stairs, he still coughed gently, and then his majestic gaze swept to the audience.

A group of vampires were immediately frightened. The aura from the superior blood clan on Bruce made them silent for a moment, and then they bowed their heads and said nothing.

Bruce was very satisfied with the performance of these low-level vampires. He coughed and cleared his throat after a week of sight, and then emphasized slowness with the rich Texas state: "I'm glad to see you here, my companions."

Being called a companion by an earl like Bruce! This great glory made these low-level vampires immediately excited. A vampire who was so thin that he was like a dry firewood stick jumped up and shouted: "Dear Count, what are your instructions?"

Bruce saw this vampire with a bamboo pole figure. He knew that he had just been huddled by the first time, so he smiled faintly and said, "Well, wait a moment, you will enter from the sewer next to you, and then directly arrive at the museum in Kowloon Park. Once you enter the museum, you will attack any human you see without discrimination. The more panic you are, the better! Do you understand?"

Everyone was slightly surprised at this moment when they heard Bruce giving orders to others to kill themselves.

After evolution several years ago, although vampires still rely on the first incubation of high-level vampires to reproduce, their desire for blood is no longer so strong after genetic mutation. For example, second- and third-generation vampires must drink fresh human blood every day to survive and maintain strong combat power. However, these low-level vampires basically have nothing to do if they don’t drink blood for a week.

Moreover, after so many years, the vampires' minds have also changed. They will also divide the people by themselves, usually not swaying in the street and then biting them, but will choose to attack those gangsters, which is why the church did not completely kill them.

Bruce's order undoubtedly violates the survival method of the blood clan at this stage!

Finally, someone began to hesitate and said: "Sir Earl, this is not good... In Hong Kong, those church people have been much tolerant of us. There is even a priest who has sent us through hidden channels, saying that as long as we don't attack civilians and only attack those gangsters, we will give us a certain amount of living space... If we make such a fuss tonight..."

This vampire is an extremely rare black vampire. He was probably first embraced in the United States and forced to flee to Hong Kong. He was burly and stood up like an iron tower.

Seeing that a low-level vampire dared to question his decision, Bruce's eyes shrank, and a sharp aura instantly broke out. He saw his body swaying slightly, and then he came to the front of the black man. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the black man's chest like lightning.

The black man looked at Bruce in fear, and then Bruce's white fingertips suddenly stretched out his sharp nails and instantly pierced into his muscles.

The heart-wrenching pain made the black man sweat suddenly. He let out a low roar, but he did not dare to make any moves.

The lower blood clan has natural fear when facing the upper blood clan!

A smile appeared on the corner of Bruce's mouth: "What's your name?"

The black vampire sweated heavily, and he gritted his teeth and said softly: "Thomason."

"Very good, Thomason, you're right." However, to all vampires' surprise, Bruce not only let go of his claws, but also praised Thomason.

It was not until then that other vampires saw clearly that Bruce's nails had grown three centimeters in length, which means that the three centimeter nails just now were like five small knives, all **** Thomason's chest!

However, judging from Thomason's appearance, he showed no sign of serious injury at all, except for a little blood.

He is worthy of being the top blood clan at the earl level! His strength can be controlled so well!

"But!" Bruce suddenly raised his voice when he began to make subtle discussions in the crowd: "In the museum, there is an important treasure that concerns the life and death of our blood clan! As long as we obtain the water of the sun well in the legend of the east, our blood clan can resist the damn holy light!"

After listening to Bruce's words, the crowd was silent for three seconds before bursting out instantly.

Countless people no longer cared about whether Bruce was the superior blood clan, and they all came forward excitedly to ask what was going on.

Bruce waited until the excitement of the crowd passed before smiling and slowly said, "This is the future of all the blood clans in the world. Not only me, but even a marquis also came here condescendingly! You said... do you still care about the casualties of a few humans? Do you still care about the opinions of the bullshit church?"

"Sir Earl, even if I ask me to attack the church now, I will never frown!"

"Sir Earl, when did you say you should take action!"

"Master Earl..."

Looking at the passionate low-level blood clan below, Bruce nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "Now, immediately, immediately! Remember, from the sewer! After rushing into the museum, attack all the living creatures standing, and you can even set a fire outside!"

"My compatriots, our future, our descendants, all depend on you!"

...

Watching these low-level vampires who were as blooded as chickens crawl into the sewer through the secret door in a corner of the basement, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Bruce's mouth.

"Harlock, what do you think of my speech?"

The vampire who had been standing behind him respectfully bent down and said respectfully: "The Earl brings moonlight to us."

Vampires are the ones who fear the sun, so their light is limited to the moon.
Chapter completed!