chapter 1 Resurrected Strange Bloodborn

The gloomy crypt is extremely cold, with withered vines entwined around it, and on the ceiling of the dome, the mottled murals of skulls and gods of death are overlooking the bottom.

Right below the mural of the Grim Reaper, a stone coffin stops below. This coffin is made of white marble and is carved with many strange runes and flying bat images. Those bats are portrayed lifelike. It seemed as if he was about to fly out of the coffin in the next moment.

"*&%%##@@￥%%………."

A soft and light humming sound echoed throughout the crypt, and clusters of phosphorescent flames formed by faint blue light floated beside a short figure in a black robe who was holding a skeleton goat staff.

"Squeak."

A few mice with ugly and slender tails ran along the corners of the wall in horror. When they turned their heads occasionally, they saw from their big eyes that the man holding the skeleton goat staff was splashing blood on the ground around the coffin. Strange patterns are drawn, and with every stroke, there will be a strange and blunt chant.

"Blood to my blood, flesh to my flesh, I call you, vampire spirit. Through the night, through the darkness, through the blood, through the fire, I beg you to come and grant my wishes. I offer my life, my soul, and undying allegiance. Hear my call, shadow creatures, and answer my call!"

When the last magic circle was drawn, the necromancer holding the skeleton goat staff almost exhausted all his strength, and began to sing the summoning spell loudly towards the stone coffin.

Following the chanting of the necromancer, a gust of wind rose in the airtight crypt, and the magic circle drawn with blood on the ground emitted a strange red light.

"Huh~~."

At the same time as the magic circle was emitting light, the surrounding wind seemed to be instantly attracted by the stone coffin in the middle, and rolled towards the sarcophagus. The wind penetrated through the gap of the sarcophagus,

The necromancer holding the skeleton goat staff stood up in surprise, and the pitch-black hood he was wearing slipped off. It turned out to be a girl who looked less than ten years old. She was wearing a black robe and tights, and the clothes were embroidered With silver symbols and patterns.

And her hair is silvery white, long hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes are dark blue, as deep as the sky.

Her face is petite and delicate, her skin is fair and tender, and she looks very pure and flawless.

"Ping, ping, ping."

Just as the necromancer was staring at the coffin in a daze, the lid of the coffin made knocking sounds, as if something was about to break through from inside. That terrifying sound was especially terrifying in the hollow and deep crypt.

"Google."

Even a necromancer who had been immersed in necromancy for many years couldn't help but take a half step back, and she nervously clenched the staff in her hand.

"Boom~~."

With a loud noise, the heavy coffin lid flew away and slammed hard on the wall, leaving deep concave marks.

The lid of the coffin smashed against the wall, bringing up a cloud of dust, which permeated the entire crypt.

"Did you make it?"

The little loli necromancer suddenly opened her eyes wide, pulled the staff into her arms again, and couldn't help muttering.

The dust gradually dissipated, and a figure slowly sat up in the coffin, with a tall figure, slender lines, and obvious muscle lines.

"Bloodborn, this must be the bloodborn."

Little Loli Necromancer's big eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and her voice was trembling with excitement.

After the dust dispersed completely, the little loli necromancer could see clearly the appearance of the vampire in the coffin.

His hair was black and thick, falling loosely over his shoulders and flowing gently at the ends.

He had a handsome face, deep-lined and well-proportioned.

His eyes are deep and dark, showing a deep purple, which seems to be able to see through the soul of a person.

He exudes a dangerous attractiveness, and it seems that there is an unspeakable charm attracting people.

"Blood descendant of the great vampire king, I am your faithful servant Necromancer Sommerfield Eli."

Necromancer Eli hurried forward and respectfully greeted the vampire.

However, after Eli waited for a long time, the vampire sitting in the coffin did not respond at all, and seemed to be staring ahead in a daze.

"Am I dreaming, or time-traveling?" The vampire in the coffin stretched out his hand and scratched his head, but felt his skin was cold, as if touching a sculpture.

Chen Peng's eyes froze for a moment, and he looked around. The originally dark environment was extremely clear in his eyes. When did his 800-degree eyes work so well.

And when Chen Peng moved his gaze to the bottom, he saw a beautiful little loli kneeling on the ground on one knee, speaking something in a language he couldn't understand at all.

Suddenly, a needle-like feeling hit Chen Peng's brain, causing him to hold his head in both hands and groan in pain.

As the painful feeling of the needle pierced into his brain, countless fragments of memory began to merge with Chen Peng, and each fragment was like what he had actually experienced in his life.

At this moment, Eli looked at the painful expression of the vampire in the coffin, but held her breath and did not dare to disturb him, because she knew very well that this must be the violent reaction of the vampire after his resurrection.

After all, the vampires have been sleeping in this coffin for a thousand years, and no one knows what changes have taken place in the bodies of these powerful blood descendants during this time of sleeping.

"Oh, the copywriting for this issue hasn't been done yet, and the viewers are going to urge you to change it again."

"I am the descendant of the great vampire king, sleeping here, who will wake me up~~."

"Historical UP master is really sad, check the information, check the information."

"Blood, I want to drink blood~~."

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Eli was dumbfounded. She heard the mixture of the two languages spoken by the bloodborn. She understood one of them, which was the ancient lingua franca of the mainland, but the other was very strange.

"Hiss, it hurts me to death."

Just as Eli was in a daze, the chaotic memory fragments in Chen Peng's mind were rearranged into an orderly manner. He finally understood what happened. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his temple hard, his stiff fingers couldn't feel the beating.

Chen Peng is a professional short video up host of history and fantasy content. He often stays up late to write copywriting and check information.

At the moment of death, for some unknown reason, the soul was sucked into the body of this vampire and occupied this body, that is, the soul transmigrated into a vampire.

"You, the one who woke me up?"

Chen Peng turned to the shocked Yi Lai, and slowly asked in the ancient lingua franca that he still hadn't mastered yet.