Chapter 115: Norton has been turned into a waste!
"Ahahahaha..." A strange laugh escaped Abraham's lips as he gazed with appreciation at the bloody scene around him, his laughter sharp and piercing, sounding as if he were pinching his throat.
Indeed, he was deliberately pinching his throat, primarily to imitate Progenitor Norton's voice and enhance his own intimidating presence.
But unfortunately, while Norton's hoarse voice sounded demonic, Abraham's shrill voice sounded like a eunuch.
Yet even so, whether it was his voice or the oppressive aura he exuded, it genuinely made the vampires surrounding the viewing platform show signs of tension on their faces.
They had recognized who these black-robed figures were.
The Tribunal of the Crimson Church!
Even the only second-generation vampire among them had already wet his pants and collapsed to the ground.
As someone transformed by Abraham, how could he not understand Abraham's immense power?
But he had thought that with the vastness of the world, how could Abraham possibly keep track of him? He just needed to run a little farther away, and even if he committed numerous evils, what could the Blood Tribunal do?
But he never expected that the damn Blood Tribunal could actually pursue him here! "Lord Abraham, Lord Abraham, I was wrong, I was wrong! I beg you to spare me this once, I'll never violate the Blood Tribunal's decrees again!" The second-generation vampire, collapsed weakly on the ground, couldn't even stand up from his body's weakness. His face was full of pleading, actually revealing a somewhat simple and pitiable appearance that completely contrasted with his previous vicious and evil demeanor.
As for the other third-generation vampires who had never seen the Blood Tribunal or witnessed Abraham's true power, although they felt the oppressive pressure, they remained immersed in their own strength and dismissed their leader's behavior.
"If we can't fight, can't we just run? What kind of thing is the Blood Tribunal anyway? The Vatican hasn't even spoken yet!"
These ignorant brats didn't realize they were actually slaves designated by the Blood Tribunal, still thinking their transformation into vampires made them noble.
More than twenty rogue vampires gathered together, some watching intently while others remained dismissive, observing the dozen or so extremely elegant Tribunal members standing in the distant snowfield who projected an image of noble aristocracy, carefully monitoring their every move.
"Ahahahaha..." Duke Abraham's laughter was particularly high-pitched and thin, but combined with his elegant yet pale face, it actually gave off a strangely noble impression.
"Now you admit you were wrong? But with both witnesses and evidence present, the Blood Tribunal's laws cannot be violated. These are the decrees established by His Excellency the Progenitor, and any violator must face judgment.
Therefore, I sentence you to flaying and bone removal to uphold the justice of the Blood Tribunal's laws. As for the other slaves, crush them all to dust, never to be reincarnated."
Abraham's words were gentle, almost like casual conversation between old friends. His kind yet elegant pale face seemed to always carry a smile, and even when pronouncing this Blood Tribunal judgment, he appeared full of benevolence and extraordinary holiness.
But his words made the rogue vampires unable to endure any longer.
Slaves? They were the noble Vampire Clan!
However, before anyone could speak, with the judgment order issued, three of the dozen black-robed vampires behind Father Abraham stepped forward.
"Whoosh!" The third-generation vampires only felt their vision blur, unable to clearly see the approaching traces of these three vampires before the collapsed second-generation vampire beside them was hauled up.
Then, two hands directly penetrated his flesh, twisting into his bones.
"Crack!" Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, one blood-stained bone after another was extracted from his flesh by the two Tribunal members holding him.
Meanwhile, the remaining Tribunal member appeared in front of the second-generation vampire, extending his sharp, long nails to pierce the skin at his forehead, then forcefully tore downward.
"Riiip..." Two complete pieces of pale human skin were torn off, held in the hands of the Tribunal member.
This was evidence - this second-generation vampire's flesh and blood needed to be reclaimed by the Blood Tribunal and couldn't be left scattered outside.
As for these third-generation vampires, they would indeed be completely crushed to dust as Duke Abraham had declared, leaving nothing behind.
"Ahhhh!!!" Screams echoed through the town again, but this time it was the previous perpetrators who were screaming.
"Ah..." This long, contented sigh came from Duke Abraham.
He was marveling at the beauty of power.
Abraham was conducting judgments outside, but his main task wasn't judgment - it was to go to Sethvia's royal palace to negotiate with the king.
This was something Norton had instructed. The King of Sethvia wanted to become a vampire to achieve immortality, so when he learned that there was actually a church established by vampires in his country, he immediately submitted an application to join the Blood Tribunal.
Of course, it was actually an invitation letter, inviting the authorities within the Blood Tribunal to visit the palace for discussions, so Norton sent Abraham out.
As for Norton himself, he remained in the Ancient Castle seeking opportunities for advancement.
Ancient Castle cellar, beside a blood-red coffin.
A completely naked pale monster sat on the coffin lid, using his own flesh and blood to feed the bat in his hand.
Coal Ball's advancement seemed to have stalled. Norton felt it could definitely advance further, but it just couldn't break through. This might be related to Norton's own advancement.
Perhaps only after Norton advanced would Coal Ball truly transform into a gargoyle.
So for now, he was experimenting with feeding other bats to see if they could advance or if they would get stuck at the final hurdle like Coal Ball.
If this bat also got stuck at the final stage, it would undoubtedly prove that Norton's rank was restricting the development of these creations' ranks.
Beyond this, could this concept of status hierarchy connection also relate to the new-style vampires?
As Norton advanced, would these new-style vampires advance along with him?
Similar to the status hierarchy relationship between God and Kuba that Norton had previously speculated about - if this were truly the case, then even with bats, Norton would need to be extremely cautious.
Because compared to first-generation vampires, these bats were his true creations, more closely resembling the relationship between God and Kuba.
However, for now, the bats could still be trusted, because Coal Ball, which was nearly transformed into a gargoyle, still had very little thought process, incomparable to human thinking. This was the foundation of Norton's trust in it.
The bat currently being fed Norton's flesh and blood was Coal Ball's wife, also the second longest-serving bat following Norton.
Norton truly exemplified "when a man achieves the Dao, even his pets ascend to heaven." Even the bats were enjoying imperial rations.
But although he was testing his theories and feeding his bats, Norton's completely naked body remained somewhat indecent.
It was hard to imagine that with Abraham absent, this Hakino actually couldn't even dress himself!
Norton stood up from the coffin lid, then swept the exquisite clothing prepared on the nearby table aside, placing his flesh and blood on it for the bat to devour and lick.
His current height was too tall, and his clothes were all custom-made. To maintain aesthetics and elegance, these custom clothes had openings in the back that he couldn't fasten himself.
Previously, Abraham would arrange beautiful girls to help Norton fasten his clothes, but now with Abraham absent, he found it more convenient to simply not wear anything!
Truly indecent and utterly disgraceful to behold!