Boom!
The overwhelming pressure instantly swept across all of Sanguinem!
The ground shook slightly, lights swayed precariously, and rocks began to fall from the stone ceiling above.
In the royal palace, Krul Tepes opened her crimson eyes and rose from her throne with fluid grace.
Those blood-red irises peered in Victor's direction through the thick stone walls, her vampiric senses detecting the source of this unprecedented aura.
"What is this overwhelming feeling of oppression?"
"Could it be that the legendary First Progenitor has appeared?
"No, that's not right. Even the First Progenitor cannot possess such a terrifying presence... Could it be a Seraph?"
At the thought of this possibility, Krul's pupils contracted sharply. She immediately ordered, "Gather all troops and follow me to investigate!"
Soon, Krul had summoned every available vampire force in Sanguinem.
Among them were many ancestral vampire nobles, their ranks glowing with the authority of centuries of accumulated power.
By this time, the overwhelming aura had completely dissipated.
But Krul dared not let her guard down. She understood that no one but herself could possibly handle a Seraph of the End, and even that was uncertain.
As Krul led her assembled army to the area where Victor was waiting, the scene before them made every vampire frown in disgust and confusion.
Dozens of vampires from the defense team lay collapsed on the ground with emaciated, exhausted faces. Yellow liquid gushed from their backsides, staining their uniforms a sickly amber color.
A sickening stench permeated the air, forcing several noble vampires to cover their noses with handkerchiefs.
In the middle of the incapacitated defense team, a man with a sword sat calmly on a white plastic chair, his back turned to the approaching army.
A human being?
Krul was truly surprised by this revelation.
Could it be that the overwhelming feeling of oppression moments ago had been caused by this single human?
Had he alone caused this humiliating scene among their elite forces?
Krul looked again at the defense team lying on the ground in various states of indigestion.
"The main course is finally here. I've waited so long."
At that moment, a gravelly voice reached the ears of Krul and her assembled forces.
The man slowly rose from his white plastic chair and turned to face them with deliberate theatricality.
As he turned, a face so devastatingly handsome that it seemed to transcend mortal beauty came into view.
The only detail that detracted from his otherworldly appearance was the pink clothespin attached to his nose, clearly a practical measure against the overwhelming stench.
Finally, Victor thought with relief. Do you have any idea how torturous it is to maintain a cool pose while surrounded by people who have soiled themselves?
Krul glanced at the long-haired man standing beside her and gave a calculated command: "Ferid, bring this human to me.
Her intuition warned her that the man before them possessed dangerous power.
Being the cunning queen she was, Krul decided not to risk herself unnecessarily. Instead, she would use Ferid Bathory, the traitorous Seventh Progenitor she despised, as an expendable test subject.
Ferid naturally understood Krul's intentions, and he also sensed that the human before them was anything but ordinary.
Although he maintained the facade of obedience to Queen Krul, he dared not openly disobey her direct orders. With visible reluctance, he drew his vampire sword and assumed an offensive stance.
Victor smiled with undisguised contempt, raised his hand and waved provocatively at Ferid. "You there, come here!"
Bang!
Ferid kicked off the ground and shot towards Victor like a silver-haired cannonball, his supernatural speed creating afterimages in the dim underground light.
Seeing this aggressive approach, Victor's lips curved into a truly evil smile.
Ferid noticed something ominous in this expression and felt a sudden chill of foreboding.
No, something's wrong!
Unfortunately for the vampire, he realized the danger far too late.
Ferid had barely covered half the distance when Victor activated his abstract ability.
In the next second, Ferid felt his stomach churning violently and his sphincter muscles losing all voluntary control.
Not good!
The big one is coming!
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
A foul-smelling projectile erupted from Ferid's buttocks with explosive force, completely destroying the back of his elegant robes and revealing the floral undergarments beneath.
Immediately after, a steaming mass of digestive waste shot out like a cannonball, flying directly at Krul and her assembled forces.
Seeing this horrible projectile approaching, Krul's eyes widened in shock as she quickly sidestepped with vampire agility.
The disgusting missile flew past the vampire queen and splattered directly into the faces of ten red-haired vampires standing in formation behind her.
Ignoring the unfortunate victims, Krul turned to glare at Ferid, murderous intent darkening her features.
In her mind, Ferid must be expressing his dissatisfaction with being used as cannon fodder by attempting this despicable form of revenge against her.
But just as she was about to unleash her fury, she noticed that Ferid had fallen to his knees on the floor. His hands pressed against the stone floor for support, sweat beading on his pale forehead, his face had turned ghostly white, and he appeared utterly exhausted.
Liquid continued to flow from his compromised buttocks in an undignified display.
Witnessing this scene, and recalling the similar condition of her defense team members scattered throughout the area, Krul understood the truth at once. She turned to Victor with cautious recognition.
"You did this?"
Victor grinned broadly, his perfect white teeth gleaming under the artificial lighting of the underground city. "Indeed. Are you surprised?"
It was definitely him!
But what kind of ability was it?
How had he accomplished such a thing?
Fear flickered in Krul's crimson eyes as she considered the implications.
Just as the vampire queen was about to demand an explanation, another figure suddenly burst from behind her and charged at Victor with tremendous speed.
Upon closer inspection, it was one of the red-haired vampires who had been hit by Ferid's unfortunate projectile.
This man's name was Crowley Eusford, and like Ferid Bathory, he was a vampire who pretended to be loyal to Krul while harboring his own agenda.
At this moment, his handsome features were twisted with rage, his eyes burning with murderous intent and wounded pride.
As a former knight and current vampire noble, how could he allow himself to be humiliated in such a disgusting manner?
This human would pay with his life!
But in the next second...
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!
Crowley suffered the exact same humiliating fate as Ferid, collapsing in an identical undignified position.
Crowley: Why... why me too...?
Seeing Crowley follow in Ferid's embarrassing footsteps, the other vampires, including Krul himself, were hit with a second wave of profound shock.
They all instinctively retreated, terrified of meeting the same disgusting fate.
As noble vampires, they held their pride and dignity above all else.
They would rather face the true death than endure such public humiliation.
But just as they had retreated less than half a meter, they saw Victor raise his sword high above his head and bring it down in one swift, decisive motion.
Seeing this threatening gesture, Krul's danger instincts screamed warnings. Assuming he was about to launch a devastating sword energy attack, she immediately yelled, "Back off!
With that command, Krul kicked off the ground and jumped backward, putting even more distance between herself and the perceived threat.
As the other vampires witnessed their queen's retreat, they naturally followed suit without question.
But suddenly, each vampire found their bodies moving against their will, turning and running directly toward Victor instead of away from him.
Some had even jumped into the air, but they seemed to be pulled back by an unseen force, forced to run toward their enemy.
As they came within a hundred meters of Victor, each vampire's digestive system simultaneously lost control as they began to experience violent bowel movements.
Their legs, already weakened by the unexpected biological crisis, could no longer support their forward momentum.
They all found themselves running while simultaneously expelling waste, expressions of agony and humiliation written across their noble features.
When they were about twenty meters from Victor, each vampire dropped to their knees simultaneously and slid across the stone floor until they came to rest directly in front of him. Their hands were raised high above their heads in the classic pose of trying to catch a blade with their bare hands.
The assembled vampires: What in the nine hells is happening to us?!
Krul, who thought she had escaped this fate thanks to her quick reflexes, felt a moment of relief as she witnessed this surreal scene. However, her wariness of Victor had increased exponentially.
But in reality, the only reason Krul was unaffected by the abstract ability was because Victor had not classified her as an enemy target.
After all, how could he bear to subject such an adorable, petite vampire queen to such humiliation?
This kind of legal loli should be captured and brought home for proper "discipline" instead!
With his upcoming move to the new manor, he would need several maids to maintain such a large residence, wouldn't he?
This Krul Tepes would be the perfect addition to his household staff.