"Give me a chance?" Ning Chen asked with great interest, "What chance?"

Haringback sneered: "Submit to this Duke, and I will give you my first love and make you a pure blood clan!"

This is not like Lewinsky, a blood slave who became a slave and was first embraced into a motley blood clan.

"With your strength, you will be able to become a marquis immediately if you accept this Duke's first support. Given time, it is not impossible to become a Duke."

Harlemback looked proud, as if he had given Ning Chen a great gift.

In fact, in his opinion, it is indeed a supreme honor for a human being to have the identity of a vampire.

Over the years, although the Vampires have always been hidden in the dark world, there are still many human nobles trying every possible means to find them, just to gain the power of the Vampires and become immortal beings.

"Isn't what you humans have been pursuing your whole life to become an immortal existence?"

"As long as you surrender to this Duke now, I can give you this honor!"

Hearing this, Ning Chen plucked his ears and said disdainfully: "Become a blood-sucking monster like you? I have no interest in that."

Harlingback's face suddenly darkened and he said in a cold voice: "Human beings, there is a saying in the East that those who know the current affairs are heroes. What you are doing now is seeking your own death!"

"Haha, if that's all you want to say, then you can shut up." Ning Chen smiled lightly.

Seeing that there was no agreement, Haringback was not prepared to continue persuading.

He waved his hand casually, and the twelve apostles around him came forward and surrounded him.

"Since you don't want to become a great vampire, then become the blood food of this Duke!"

Harlemback shouted in a low voice, and like a sharp arrow, he rushed towards Ning Chen.

The Twelve Apostles kept flying around him, turning into shadows, surrounding Haringback, forming an impeccable defense.

The black and red power swam, rushing like a wave, roaring towards Ning Chen.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's spiritual power swirled in his body, and a spiritual sword light condensed around him, slashing forward.

Clang clang clang!

The sword light struck at the black and red energy, but it did not show its overwhelming power as before. Instead, it was all bounced away by the energy.

"Hahahaha! In front of me, your strength is as weak as an ant!"

Haringback laughed loudly, feeling proud.

Boom!

He hugged the twelve disciples and suddenly fell down. At the critical moment, Ning Chen tapped his toes and jumped back to avoid the bombardment.

Violent vibrations reverberated, the entire castle was shaking, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Ning Chen touched the Qiankun Ring with his right hand, and the spiritual energy in his body swirled. The small jade sword suddenly rose up against the wind and turned into a three-foot green sword.

Swish, brush, brush!

Three rays of sword light were slashed out in succession, passing through the air like horses, standing fiercely on the black-red energy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bursts of muffled sounds echoed, and the black-red energy swayed, already threatening to collapse.

But just hearing Haringback's low roar, the aura on the twelve disciples suddenly rose, and the whistling aura instantly stabilized the black-red energy.

Seeing this scene, Ning Chen looked thoughtful.

"It's kind of interesting. This guy actually used the Twelve Apostles to bear his own damage, so as to use the blood clan's clone method."
Chapter completed!