Purple Sweet Potato Essence's Journey to Beauty Man (The Great Demon King of Beauty Man)

In the dungeon where vampires live, a corpse disposal station.

The long life has made vampires develop the bad habit of wasting time and procrastinating.

Anyway, time is unlimited, so you can squander it however you want.

For example, the "corpse" sent not long ago - the blood slave who was in a coma infected by the "Qian Song virus".

The "corpse" of this blood slave was wrapped in a body bag and randomly thrown among the corpses of blood beasts.

In the eyes of vampires, blood beasts and blood slaves are, in the final analysis, just lowly human beings.

It is impossible to turn on the magic incinerator every time a lowly human dies, that would be a waste of time, and the noble vampires don't have such free time.

Yes, the opening and closing of the magic incinerator cannot be controlled by blood slaves. All magic-related items are personally controlled by vampires.

The vampires are still singing and dancing, unaware that their king is no longer in the castle.

What's more, they didn't know that shocking things were happening in the "crematorium" that they regarded as a dirty place.

"Qian Song virus" is flowing out from the gaps in the inferior body bags, infecting one corpse after another.

Two days later, when the morgue was finally full of corpses and the vampire administrators finally arrived late, all the corpses in the morgue had turned into "poison bags".

These viruses will not cause the corpse to undergo a "dead change" like a zombie or a zombie. A dead person is still a dead person without a trace of vitality.

However, the over-multiplied virus has flooded the entire space of the morgue, whether it is on the floor, on the walls or ceiling, or in the air.

The vampire on duty, who came only once a month, walked in, lazily summoned his puppet as usual, and when he was about to carry the corpse, he suddenly felt itchy on his face and subconsciously patted it.

"Snapped!"

Juice.

Or rather, pus.

He popped a pustule.

This abscess just appeared within 3 minutes after he entered the house.

The vampire was stunned for a long time without responding.

Don't blame him, since he became a vampire, he has never suffered from any disease, not to mention pustules, not even small bumps.

Even if it was cut by some sharp weapon, or bitten by an insect that "smuggled" in from the surface, it would heal automatically in an instant. How could such a large pustule appear?

After the severe pain passed, he felt strange itching pains in many places all over his body.

When the clothes were removed, pustules of various sizes were constantly forming on the abdomen, lower back, and thighs.

As a vampire's self-healing physique, it didn't work at all.

The vampire was almost going crazy from fright, he didn't dare to scratch the pustules any more, he didn't care about the corpses all over the room, and ran outside as if fleeing for his life.

Now he can only hope that some older high-level vampires can use more advanced healing magic to get rid of his pain.

As for human medical means?

Sorry, he has never looked down on the medical level of human beings, and he does not think that human beings can cure acute infections like his at the moment.

While the vampire was running, huge pustules appeared on his face, neck, and hands. He screamed and moved forward quickly. The pustules in his groin had burst due to strenuous exercise, and the pus It flowed everywhere, and the pus quickly infected the normal skin. After running less than 1 kilometer, the vampire was no longer human.

"Save... save..." Lying on the ground, the vampire stretched its arms upwards, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw, it whispered: "Who... come save..."

The vampires around had never seen such a scene before, and a few bold ones ran over to watch it, and were immediately disgusted by the scene, and spit out all the blood of the blood animal that had just been sucked into their stomachs.

The half-digested blood was all black, and it was even more disgusting to look at the sticky one. Under this vicious circle, even the vampires who were watching from a distance felt like they were infected, and they all vomited.

Spitting and spitting, these vampires found that, like the unlucky guy lying on the ground, pustules started to appear all over his body...

Nobody really had direct contact with that guy.

Airborne.

Effective propagation distance: unknown.

Latency: 0 seconds.

………………

The entire dungeon is a large relatively airtight space. Although there is a certain amount of gas exchange with the surface, it cannot be directly connected to the atmosphere after all. In this environment, the aerosol effect is most likely to occur.

So, in less than 3 hours, all the vampires in the entire underground city the size of New York were infected, and no one was spared.

Because it all happened so suddenly and this virus is too scary.

None of the infected vampires died, but after a long period of hell-like suffering, all the skin on their bodies and all the organs in their bodies were "reborn".

Viruses remodeled their bodies.

This kind of transformation is irreversible, even if some old vampires who have lived for thousands of years use some high-level magic, it will not help.

The dungeon, which was originally quite noisy, fell into a deathly silence.

Living blood slaves and blood beasts will not be infected with these viruses, as if the virus has self-awareness and can identify and track every vampire.

A few more hours later, the skin on the surface of the vampires rotted and grew, and grew and rotted again. After repeating it more than a dozen times, a thick layer of "shell" finally faded away.

The vampires with lingering fears got out of their "shells" and looked at their brand-new bodies carefully. They were at a loss and had no idea what they had experienced.

Why didn't the seemingly deadly virus kill them?

Why do I feel more relaxed in my body at this moment?

Why, the canine teeth in the mouth can't stretch freely?

A few unbelieving vampires jumped up, hugged the blood beasts around them, and gnawed them. As a result, they did successfully bite the skin on the necks of the blood beasts, and they bled, but the blood, which was originally incomparably sweet, now feels better than eating dung. uncomfortable.

too disgusting!

After throwing up and almost turning their stomachs over, these vampires were sure that their bodies had been modified to lose their blood-sucking properties.

From a vampire to the race that hates blood the most in the world.

"Could it be...we turned back into humans?" some vampires speculated.

Someone had the guts to cut his own palm, but healed up quickly without bleeding.

Well, it seems that there is no turning back into humans.

Some vampires in a laboratory in the dungeon turned on the ultraviolet lamps "imported" from human society, and they were still able to burn their skin, indicating that they were still unable to walk under the scorching sun.

From the looks of it, it seems that they just changed their blood-sucking physique.

Also, magic doesn't work anymore.

………………

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A roar came from the ceiling of the dungeon.

Someone is digging a well on it.

"boom!"

The "sky" of the dungeon split open, countless boulders fell, and a huge hole appeared.

The giant drilling rig, the terrifying and hideous giant drill bit, announces to the vampire dungeon that has been peaceful for centuries that this place is no longer anyone's shelter.

The three letters "REC" are printed on the alloy shell of the drilling machine, which seems to be the abbreviated logo of a certain company name.

Soon, the vampires saw the full fight on the follow-up body:

"RoxxonEnergyCorp (Roxxon Energy Company)"

Countless huge mechs descended from the "sky" and landed on the streets of the dungeon.

"The team is all in place!" A blond and strong mercenary said to the communicator, chewing gum while talking.

"Catch it." A deep voice came from the communicator.

"Okay, Boss!"

Looking at the picture of mecha soldiers catching vampires in the instant video communication, the current CEO of Roxon Energy, Powell Jones (son of the founder of Roxon), showed a meaningful smile.

In this world, only two people know the true identity of Powell Jones.

One is Zemo himself, and the other is Qian Song.

At the beginning, Qian Song turned Zemo into Powell's appearance and let him take the helm of Roxon Energy Company. Today, it finally came in handy.

This group of vampires will be captured and become the most powerful labor force ever in Roxon Energy Company.

The skin is tough and can't die easily.

By the way, just like before when they couldn't eat anything except human blood, these "vampires" who have been transformed by the Qiansong virus can only drink soy milk from now on, and cannot swallow anything else .

Therefore, Roxon Energy only needs to supply 3 bowls of soy milk every day to make them 667.

What is 667?

Go to work at 6:6 pm and leave work at 7:[-] am every day, [-] days a week.

Vampire physique, of course, 365 days a year, night shift every day.