Chapter 215. Transformation (Part2)

"Master...? "

Looking at the begging crowd, Gail couldn't help asking.

As the corner of his lips pulled up, Dio couldn't help but smile mockingly as he took in the ugly crowd in front of him. On the outside, they were rich and powerful. They were aristocrats who gave orders, and yet at this moment, they were displaying the ugliest as well as the most authentic attitude in front of his eyes.

Retracting his gaze, Dio looked at Gail beside him and faintly replied, "They have missed out on hope, but there's still a use for them. Perhaps you could try to give them hope."

"I understand, Master."

At Dio's words, Gail nodded and opened his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth.

The next second, his entire being leapt into the crowd.

The vampires Dio created also had the same ability to infect people, but although these infected people also had immortality, their appearance wouldn't return to their youth, and their flesh wouldn't have the ability to regenerate. Dio refers to the state of these people as ghouls, which also means living corpses.

...

Poland, Nazi base.

"Are you ready, Dr Zola?"

Johann Schmidt turned to look at Dr Zola, the short and eccentric man behind him and asked.

Despite his eccentric appearance, Dr Zola was a highly regarded researcher within the Nazi force and a powerful genetic and weapons expert.

"My Machine requires the most delicate calibrations." Standing in front of a big machine, Dr Zola replied back with some uncertainty, "Forgive me if I seem overcautious."

"Are you sure that these soldiers can withstand the surge of energy and accept the transformation?"

Looking down at the vast amount of information about Tesseract in front of him, Schmidt asked.

"With this artefact, I am certain of nothing." Despite his superior intellect and the innumerable weapons he had made, Dr Zola was unable to guarantee anything when confronted with the power of the Tesseract, "I fear it may not work at all."

Hearing Dr Zola's words, Schmidt dropped the file he was holding and then turned his attention to the Stone Mask in front of him.

"Maybe, we can use other methods to make up for this problem."

"Dr Zola, do you know anything about vampires?"

"Vampires?" A puzzled look appeared on Dr Zola's face when he heard Schmidt's question, "You mean the blood-sucking creatures of legends?"

"Vampires don't only exist in legends."

Turning to Dr Zola, Schmidt lowered his voice and said, "In fact, during the search for the Cube, we found one."

"What?"

A look of surprise passed over Dr Zola's face when he heard Schmidt's answer, but then it was replaced by curiosity, "What kind of vampire have you caught? Is he really as blood-sucking as the legends say? Is he afraid of silverware? Is sunlight harmful ..."

As a geneticist, Dr Zola was naturally curious about the existence of creatures like vampires.

"That's something I think you can ask the vampire himself after you meet him." Answering Dr Zola's question, Schmidt looked back at the Stone Mask on the table, "In fact, I hope that you, Doctor, will make use of him to make my soldiers stronger."

"As long as you let me study that vampire."

"That won't be a problem."

...

"Haakon the VII has revealed his decision to go into hiding in Britain, to establish a temporary government ..."

"Looks like we're running out of time."

"Perhaps we can use this opportunity to express our willingness to meet with Haakon. Not everyone approves of his plans to go into hiding, and if we offer to fund it, we may be able to meet with Haakon and fulfil our Master's orders."

In a secluded meeting location, two older men in suits and hats were talking.

The two men looked ordinary, but a closer look revealed that their faces were pale and their expressions were cold, as if they were corpses without any warmth, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"How's your body?"

"As usual, I've recently started to notice that I've been gradually losing my sense of taste. Whatever goes into my mouth doesn't have the slightest flavour."

"I'm pretty much the same. I haven't closed my eyes for three days straight, and I still have no desire to sleep."

"Recently, my body has gradually started to smell. I had to use a lot of perfume to mask the smell, and I've also started to fear the sun and feel the need to hide in the shadows."

"If I had known, I would have chosen to give the Master everything I had from the start."

At this point, their icy expressions finally changed to one of distortion and resentment.

As ghouls, they too had gained immortality, but they were still too far removed from the vampires Dio had personally transformed.

"What's the use of saying it now? For now, we can only try to fulfil our Master's orders and perhaps be allowed to transform from ghoul to vampire."

...

"My God... so many people died?"

The strain of war, the power of the Nazis and the establishment of the Axis alliance forced Britain and the United States into the war as well. At the same time, as the war raged on, large numbers of soldiers were dying on the front line every day, and the United States had to resort to numerous drafts to cope with an increasingly difficult situation.

"Rogers, Steven."

As the names kept being read out, a thin, bony body stood up and walked in line to the medical examiner for the draft.

Glancing at the information in his hands and looking up at the thin, bony Steve Rogers in front of him, the doctor couldn't help but ask, "Rogers, what did your father die of?"

"Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping I could be assigned ..." Steve replied as he puffed up his thin chest.

"Your mother?"

Without hesitation, the doctor interrupted Steve and continued to ask.

Steve: "She is a nurse in a TB ward."

Doctor: "Was she infected?"

Steve: "Didn't make it through."

Listening to Steve's tragic family situation, the doctor looked at the physical examination data in his hand, which listed a series of diseases ranging from hypertension, and chronic diseases, to heart disease and asthma.

"Sorry, son."

Seeing that, the doctor spoke without hesitation.

"You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone."

Steve begged, hearing the doctor's reply, "Please, is there anything you can do? "

"I'm doing it." As soon as he spoke, the doctor picked up the seal in front of him and stamped a big unqualified mark on Steve's information, "I'm saving your life."

Faced with the doctor's reply, Steve walked away from the group with a lost look on his face.

He was bent on joining the front lines to fight, but his physical condition had always dragged him down. In fact, with his current physical condition, even the average woman could easily bring him down, let alone the brutal battlefield.

However, the doctors didn't say anything about that. Although they needed a large number of soldiers because of the war, not everyone could join the army.

Looking back, the doctor looked down at the information in his hand and continued to shout, "Next! Brando, Dio! "