Infinite Skin System: Starting as An Eldritch Knight-Chapter 65: Undead Authority

Pure Blood were the backbone of this world. They were separated into many species.

The most crowded one was Wolf Blood, those that could transform into a wolf as will. They were called Wolfman.

The second was Cursed Blood, specific females that could absorb and control the power of Negative Energy. They were called Witch.

The third was Dead Blood, those that could stay sane after being corrupted by Undead Corruption and used the power of the Undead. They were called the Pale, naming after their pale skin.

’Wolf Blood. Cursed Blood. And Dead Blood. Florence Fontaine must be a witch. That was how her blood was able to withstand Negative Energy for so long. I have never encountered Dead Blood. But they are the key...’

The key to complete Dracula. Dracula was a monster and an undead. But he was simply a monster now, not an Undead.

’I must find them.’

Carter looked down at the unconscious Wolfman. He understood now why they were so small and frail. They weren’t actual werewolves. They were simply Awaken being with Corrupted Blood inside them that allowed them to transform into wolves.

After learning what he needed, Carter put the Wolfman into sleep.

[SHADOW APOTHECARY EQUIPPED]

’I’m not going to kill you. But your blood is very precious.’

[Addeed x5 Wolf Blood into Brewer’s Chest]

’I wonder what exactly is the Extracted Corruption...

[TERROR BAT EQUIPPED]

After getting everything he wanted, Carter flew out of there before he would get caught. The bat flew to the Level 5 Quarantined Zone again. He had wasted the last few days treating patients and raising his reputation. It was time to collect new Shards once more.

[DRACULA EQUIPPED]

Carter transformed back to Dracula as this skin could neutralize Undead the quickest. Even quicker than Eldritch Knight.

The pale man with dark hair spotted a horde of undead rallying in the street. They were walking toward one direction like something was controlling them.

’What’s happening?’

Carter intended to find that out. In the meantime, he would also collect Undead Shards from the horde of ghouls.

The ghouls snapped their head toward him. They rushed as him like mindless undead.

Well, they were mindless undead.

Carter snapped his fingers. Every ghouls coming to him exploded like a blood balloon. But he didn’t let the blood go to waste. All the blood flew to him as he drank them nonstop.

[Synchronization +0.5%]

[Synchronization +0.5%]

[Synchro...]

"Ah... Sweet blood of the dead. It isn’t as delicious as the blood of the living. But there is a charm to it."

<+10 Prime Coins>

<+10 Prime Coins>

<+10 Pri...>

Ghouls died like fly the more they flooded to him. Dracula was slowly and slowly changed. Something was awakened in him. Or rather, something was corrupted in him.

The horde of ghouls were endless. The last time he killed this many Undead was back in the Barret Museum, where he killed 72 Shadow Undead in a row. There were at least 200 Undead here.

Carter feasted to his heart desire.

[DRACULA HAS NATURALLY AWAKENED A NEW ABILITY]

[DRACULA HAS NATURALLY MUTATED AN ABILITY]

[DRACULA HAS NATURALLY MUTATED AN ABILITY]

Philip was waiting beside the fountain in the district town square. Once, this place was the center of this district where everyone would flood to in the night for social gatherings. But now, it was simply his place to gather more minions.

’Curse that Harry guy... He took my territory and banished me away! I need to raise a new army again! I will take back what was mine!’

He came to Luandon to gather his forces. From what he heard, Black Blood was extremely bad in the capital. Philip was overjoyed when he saw the countless infected in the quarantined zones.

Now he stayed in this town square and used his ability to call as much mindless undead as possible.

But after an hour, nothing came. Not even one Undead.

’What happened? Where is everyone?’

Philip stood up and was about to go back to the streets to check. But then he saw a pale man stood right next to him.

Philip jerked back in response and growled at the stranger. His teeth were sharp, not as sharp as Carter’s. His face was pale, but it was grayish pale, not white pale. Most of his hair fell down and his body was in shambles because of countless wounds that were stitched back carelessly.

He was not an attractive Undead at all.

"Tch. Tch. Tch." Carter clicked his tongue and shook his head. "How far you have fallen?"

"Who the hell are you?" Philip shouted. A certain invisible wave blasted out from him.

This wave was what he could use to control the mindless undead. This wave was the evidence that he was the Pale.

"Kneel!" Carter said calmly.

Philip’s knees stomped to the ground and broke the pavement. The Undead widened his eyes in fear.

"You?! How can you do that?"

Carter smiled but didn’t answer.

"Tell me, child. Who is your parent?" Carter’s deep as chocolate and smooth as butter voice echoed.

"My parents?" Philip trembled in fear. "They died long ago. I don’t even remember them."

"Tch. Tch. Tch." Carter clicked his tongue again. "I’m not talking about your living parents, my dear. I’m talking about your true parent. The one that turned you."

"You mean... The zombie that bit me?"

"Zombie?" Carter covered his mouth and laughed.

He laughed for a long time. Philip sweated profusely but laughed along. He didn’t understand why it was funny. He also didn’t understand why he was so afraid of this man. But he didn’t question it.

He just knew that this man deserved his respect.

"Poor child. You were turned by these ill creatures. And yet, you survived. Let me grant you a gift..."

Carter stepped behind Philip and placed his hands on Philip’s shoulders.

"Consider this a gift."

Carted tore the poor Undead’s shirt away and opened his mouth. His two sharp fangs emerged.

"Wait..." Philip uttered his last word before Carter plunged into his neck.

A petrifying sensation went over Philip and with it a sense of ecstasy.

He moaned in response.