Chapter 33: The Return of the Queen

"Daisy?!" Fiona suddenly widened her eyes, unable to find Daisy. She looked around in frustration and muttered, "You're still lingering around!"

Michael was also momentarily shocked, but he didn't show any signs of panic. His eyes remained fixed on the throne symbolizing power and status.

"No need to look; I'm right here."

As Daisy's voice fell, Michael and Fiona suddenly fell heavily from above. Daisy's figure appeared on the throne, her rose-colored gorgeous gown extending to the edge of the platform, draped with a thin layer of dark luminous gauze, sparkling.

At this moment, she had a faint smile at the corner of her lips. Her elbow rested lazily on the armrest, fingertips sensually caressing her lower lip. Legs crossed, even the curvature of her high heels was enticing.

She seemed even more charming than before.

But also more dangerous.

All the vampires present, upon seeing Daisy unexpectedly appear in the hall, turned pale with shock.

They thought Daisy was long dead, and Michael's subordinates had spread that news to everyone.

But how was she still alive? And how did she manage to suddenly appear on the throne without anyone noticing?

The captain of the guards, who had just reported to Michael that everything was normal, knowing that he was doomed whether he lived or died, quickly organized the vampires under his command, preparing to launch an attack on Daisy at any moment.

Michael, who had fallen from the platform, swiftly unfolded his bat wings and attacked Daisy barehanded.

Fiona, shocked, screamed, her long and exposed dress making her look somewhat disheveled. However, she quickly got up, pulled out a short knife from a nearby guard, and swung it at Daisy.

Andrew remained calm, handing the black stone plate to a panicking servant and then pulling out a dagger from his pocket. Unfurling his bat wings, he charged towards Daisy.

All of this happened in an instant. They all flew to Daisy at the same time, carrying a majestic murderous intent.

Daisy's smile deepened, and her blood-red eyes slightly raised at the corners. The lustrous blood-colored eyes slowly looked at the three vampires in front of her. Then, seemingly casually, she extended her slender jade-like hand.

Crackling sounds echoed through the air, followed by three loud thuds, like three thunderclaps. The entire mountaintop experienced a violent earthquake, causing all the vampires to fall to the ground, unable to get up.

The earthquake gradually subsided after a while. Fortunately, the castle was built with ancient and rare stones, incredibly sturdy, and thus, it was not destroyed.

The vampires on the ground finally struggled to get up, panic-stricken, they raised their weapons towards Daisy. But what they saw was Daisy still sitting on the throne, smiling contemptuously, a smile that scorned all living beings yet inverted their hearts.

And in front of her, under the high platform of the throne, there were three huge and deep holes, seemingly smashed through the incredibly hard ancient rare stones!

Moreover, above the openings of those three holes were three pairs of bloody bat wings, tossed casually!

"This is the fate of those who betray me."

Daisy said softly with a gentle smile, but this chilling tone made all the vampires' spines shiver.

The guards trembled as they held their weapons, their towering figures shaking. They not only dared not move forward but also slowly retreated.

The captain of the guards thought that he was already in deep trouble no matter what, so he might as well let other vampires join the battle. Perhaps he could take the opportunity to escape.

So, pretending to inspire courage, he shouted loudly, "See the fate of the king? Daisy won't let us go! Let's fight to the death, maybe there's still a chance!"

However, Daisy couldn't be bothered to look at him, just lightly lifting her wine-red fingertips.

The chilling and terrifying aura surged like a landslide. In an instant, the captain of the guards' body exploded with a resounding blast, splattering the vampires around him with blood.

Some vampires were so scared that their legs went weak.

The woman in front of them was too terrifying!

How could a vampire have such an ability to kill from a distance? It was like a ghost!

In this highly tense atmosphere, only one vampire, not humbled, walked to the front of the throne and respectfully knelt before Daisy, saying, "Welcome back, my esteemed Queen."

Daisy looked down at him, her smile carrying a hint of icy disdain, and said gently, "Should I say you're a fence-sitter, playing both sides, or that you're indifferent to power and stand aloof? Prince Jason."

"My esteemed Queen, you should know that I indeed don't love power," Jason answered truthfully, trying his best to maintain calmness and composure under such a terrifying pressure.

"Good then, since that's the case, who else doesn't love power?" Daisy's charming yet chilling gaze slowly moved to the vampires further away, holding weapons in trembling hands.

No one in the room was a fool; they naturally understood the implication of Daisy's words. They could choose not to die, but from now on, they would have nothing to do with power.

Some vampires had already dropped their weapons and knelt before her.

Gradually, more and more vampires knelt, until all of them were on their knees.

Daisy's cold gaze swept over all the vampires present, and with a light laughter, a series of crackling sounds followed. Many pairs of bloody bat wings fell to the ground, accompanied by the excruciating screams of vampires who had lost their wings. The sounds were intense and piercing.

At the same time, a intricately patterned silver dagger flew from somewhere, stabbing the vampires without wings.

The entire castle was filled with blood and screams, vampires writhing in pain on the ground. However, they dared not resist; they even had to get up, kneel before Daisy, and force themselves to say, "My esteemed Queen, we sincerely thank you for your mercy and forgiveness."

They knew that from now on, they could only be considered worthless, but not dying was already the greatest mercy they could hope for.

Under the throne, the only vampire who was unharmed was Prince Jason.

"According to my subordinates, you did not participate in Michael's rebellion. So, as long as you surrender all your power, you can leave unharmed," Daisy said, obviously addressing Jason.

Jason's gloomy eyes sank for a moment, then he respectfully bowed his head and replied, "Contributing my power for you is my honor."

After dealing with all the traitors in the castle, Daisy came to the edge of the mountaintop, overlooking the guards scattered below. They were all Michael's subordinates, the vampires who had killed about three thousand guards under her command.

She slowly raised her hands, as white as jade. Suddenly, the biting cold wind, like sharp blades, swept towards every guard below. Those with wings had their wings instantly torn apart, and those without wings had the wind blades permanently embedded in their hearts, robbing them of their vampire strength forever.

Heart-wrenching cries echoed in the silent night, abrupt and continuous.

Under the Gorassen Forest, the palace below had gradually turned into a cryptic message. Patrick received the Queen's command and immediately brought all his vampire followers, swiftly replacing Michael's subordinates.

The entire castle was bathed in blood. Although Patrick's vampires quickly dealt with the blood spread everywhere, the intense smell of blood remained pungent, stirring the bloodlust of all vampires, including Daisy.

She lifted her fingers, and a cup of fresh blood appeared in her hand out of thin air. She sniffed it lightly, then leisurely began to drink. Despite possessing the power of creation, it seemed she still couldn't create something that satisfied her completely. For example, this cup of fresh blood, for some reason, didn't taste as delicious as that human's blood.

Thinking of the weak human, she suddenly sneered, thinking, this pathetic man not only wanted to dissect Danny but also dissected me. Just wait; sooner or later, I'll make you pay.

At this moment, Patrick came to report, his composed exterior concealing his unsettled inner turmoil.

He said, "Your Majesty, Michael, Fiona, and Andrew have inexplicably disappeared."

"Heh," Daisy sneered again. Disappeared into thin air? There was only one possibility. "It seems the Mage Clan also wants to oppose me."

After Patrick left, Daisy swayed the glass of red wine in her hand. Catching a glimpse of a few handsome young men approaching nervously, she frowned slightly. Seeing the obvious bite marks on their necks, she had a hint of disgust. She had cleared all the vampires opposing her, intending to indulge these blood servants in her free time. Unexpectedly, they had already been tainted by Fiona.

Of course, she wouldn't touch something that someone else had already touched; she found it repulsive.

The blood servant youths stopped behind her, not daring to lift their heads. The leader of the group, with utmost care, asked her, "Your Majesty, we know you are very merciful, so you won't punish us, right?"

Daisy had already looked forward, not bothering to look at them again. Just as she was about to answer, she noticed a fighter jet whizzing towards them in the night sky, as fast as lightning.

"Heh...," she thought, before even going after that human, a human came to her seeking death.

She watched as he crashed his fighter jet against her.

The fighter jet quickly approached Daisy and hovered in the air. Sidum Mu opened the door, facing her, his eyes filled with tenderness and obsession, as tangible as substance.

He said, "Sweetheart, you really deceived me."

Daisy had already thrown the red wine glass, holding a disdainful tone. With a glaring provocation, she said, "So what? Weak little human."

The blood servant youths all looked at Sidum Mu, then began to exchange glances. Sidum Mu also noticed them at this time.

Heh... the bite marks on their necks were indeed conspicuous.