Chapter 488 Cazador

"Goddy! You'd better explain to me quickly, what was that sound just now?!"

Calzador stood up and roared angrily, and the skeleton butler immediately dragged his creaking skeleton frame and crawled to the door to explain in panic.

"Master, master! It's a monster! Some kind of monster has invaded our territory!"

The next moment, Calzador turned into a dark afterimage and instantly appeared in front of Goddy, then stabbed the bat staff in his right hand into the gap between Goddy's bones and picked him up.

"Some kind? You are so bold! You dare to use such a word to prevaricate me!"

"No! Master! This is not the fault of poor old Godi! That unknown beast suddenly broke our door. That thing appeared in an instant and did not give us any time to react! Oh... my poor brother, I can feel how he died. In that instant, he did not even see the shadow of the monster, and was crushed into pieces by the door that suddenly flew away..."

"Shut up! Don't use incompetence as an excuse to cover up your failure!"

Cazador swung violently and threw Godi's skeleton away. The sudden explosion just now severely stimulated his nerves, but after calming down a little, Cazador also knew that it was meaningless to continue to reprimand this useless old bone.

Anyway, no matter what the beast that broke in from outside was, it was able to destroy the strong gate of the castle in an instant, which proved that it was not a good person. Even in Cazador's memory of more than 500 years, he had not seen a few monsters that could do this.

The gate of this castle was built according to the standard gate structure. Even with the cannon made by the dwarves, it would not be possible to blast open the nearly one-foot wide thick iron block in a short time. But now...

Kazador knew that perhaps only a few adult dragons could do this so easily. In addition to various true dragons, the only ones that could do this were large dragon beasts, gray bag beasts, star warship beasts, and the legendary tarrasque beasts.

But among these few remaining options, except for the gray bag beast, which was relatively easy to deal with, the rest were all troublesome. Even if one of these options really appeared, even with his power at the level of a high-level vampire lord, he would not dare to say that he would definitely win.

"Go and gather the slaves! Let those stupid dogs withdraw from the courtyard and don't stand in front of the monster. They can't be the monster's opponents. Let them leave their lives for me in a more valuable place!"

Cazador kicked Godi aside, and he held the bat staff named [Sadness] in one hand and walked slowly towards the front hall. He wanted to meet the monster that broke in in person.

Cazador knew how much weight these rubbish under his command had. They were definitely not the monster's opponents. Even if they all died, at most they would consume the monster's physical strength. In the end, he still had to do it himself.

Of course, the reason for doing this was definitely not because of nonsense reasons such as love. He simply didn't want too many slaves to die. He was still counting on these guys to help him collect sacrifices. If all the men who helped him work really died, how could he collect the remaining things later?

Lying on the ground, Godi hurriedly answered after picking up his helmet. Although Kazador's words just now made him doubt whether his ears, which had long disappeared, and the senses that replaced them were malfunctioning again, Godi did not have the courage to ask Kazador back at this time. He could only hold the helmet in a panic, carefully pass Kazador, and then run towards the front hall.

Kazador, who was walking slowly towards the front hall, was not idle either. He did not rush to the courtyard of the castle to participate in the battle. With Kazador's speed, he flew directly from the castle to the courtyard, which took less than 30 seconds.

The reason why he walked slowly was just to use the time difference during this period to connect with the bat eyeliner in the courtyard with his spirit to see what broke into his territory.

This was the caution of a high-level vampire lord. If he found that the enemy was really very powerful, so powerful that it was as powerful as an adult dragon, he would immediately transform into a bat, return directly to his bedroom, enter the tourmaline abyss below through the secret passage under the bed, and run away directly.

For Kazador, this was just a reasonable strategy to choose when facing an unbeatable opponent. Such behavior was not a shame at all. Well, shame... This feeling was not important at all, because he had experienced this feeling hundreds of times with his former director.

Kazador is now more than 500 years old, but more than 200 years ago, he was also a weak and pathetic derivative like Asdalen and Petras today, and was cruelly treated by his former master.

What he experienced at that time was even worse than what he treated Asdalen and others now. He spent more than 300 years of torture alone. Until one day more than 200 years ago, he managed to kill his former master. He managed to imprison him and tortured him with all his strength and imagination!

Seal him in a pot and boil him with boiling water until his bones fall off!

Nail him in a coffin and bury him for three whole months!

Nail his limbs and let rats gnaw his liver!

Everything he had done to Kazador! All returned in full! Only after he got tired of playing, Kazador sucked his blood dry and truly gained the power of a vampire!

...and that insignificant self-esteem and pride that belonged only to vampires.

From that day on, he truly experienced the sweetness of power, the pleasure of wantonly dominating the life and death of others, just like a drug, paralyzing his past misery.

Only when he tortured and abused others could Kazador feel that he was still alive, and could feel that his thirsty heart was beating again.

In the more than 200 years of gaining power and strength, he finally reunited his broken self-esteem by torturing others. Although today, the dignity he had accumulated over the past 200 years was tested again, Kazador was very open-minded.

A temporary defeat is not important at all. As a vampire, Cazador has infinite life. For him, as long as he can survive and keep the secret under the tourmaline abyss, sooner or later he will be able to get back all his losses with interest!