Infinite Skin System: Starting as An Eldritch Knight-Chapter 68: Dead Blood

A purple ragged cloak appeared around Carter. His flesh disappeared and his muscles deteriorated. The only thing left of him was his skeleton, white clean bones with nothing else on it.

The cloak settled down like a cape. On the back of Carter’s hand bone was a green mark glowing eerily.

’So this is the Skeleton Eldritch Knight.’

The green mark shined brighter and a knife appeared in his hand. It wasn’t a dirty butcher knife, but instead a slick black knife with the handle wrapped in bandages.

Carter used the power of the Necron Force and channeled it into the knife. The knife glowed green, being filled with the power of Necron.

’Negative Energy is the power of evil. Necron is the power of the death.’

The Skeleton Knight approached the window carefully, making sure the residents of the hospital wouldn’t see him. The knife transformed into a black sleek arrow and a quiver appeared on the skeleton’s hip.

Carter grabbed an arrow, placed it onto the bowstring and drew. Necron Force appeared all around the bow, screaming of death.

Carter aimed the bow at an innocent pedestrian on the street.

He would get more powerful the more he killed. Skeleton Knight didn’t have a time limitations like the Eldritch Knight. Its limitations lie in the amount of Necron Force it accumulated.

He could kill that innocent pedestrian right now and grew his power.

Carter slowly returned the bow back to its original position.

’As tempting as it is, it provides me no benefits at all going on a murdering rage. I guess I have to keep this piece of work hidden until an appropriate opportunity shows itself.’

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Carter returned to being the skinny doctor. He still had his research to do. The Cursed Blood and Wolf Blood needed to be analyzed. He also needed to find a way to make use of the Extracted Corruption.

Later that night, Philip emerged from his hiding spot. He took a look at the night sky and felt the cold air on his skin.

Undead shouldn’t be able to feel anything. But he did. He wasn’t just a Pale anymore. He was a Vampire.

Philip opened his mouth. The vampire fangs shot out hungry for blood.

’I need blood.’

The newborn vampire turned into a blur. He was not a slow Pale as before. He was quicker, lighter, and moved like the wind.

"Hahahahaha!" Philip laughed to his heart desire. He had never felt this good since the day he died.

"I am reborn!"

Philip arched his back. He noticed himself from the reflection of the window. He looked better now. But he was awfully looking. He had no shirts and only a pair of dirty pants on him.

Philip thought back to Dracula. A well-dressed man with grace and posture.

The newborn vampire adjusted itself. "Umm. Yes. We must have grace."

Philip noticed a well-dressed man on the street. He walked toward the man with his fangs opened up.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Do not feast blindly. Do not expose our family. We are predator of the night. And predator hunt in secrecy.

Secrecy means... Don’t feast on people who don’t deserve it."

It was the after effect of Undead Authority on Philip. His hunger made him want to bite that aristocrat, but he composed himself.

’Must not disobey Father. I need to find someone that deserves it and dispose of their body secretly.’

Philip scaled the wall and ran along the rooftop. Soon, he had seen the perfect candidate.

A young robber that able to find himself a flintlock pistol from somewhere and pointed it at a wealthy looking couple.

Even the wealthy couple was surprised to see such a dangerous weapon of war appeared on the street.

"Give me everything now. Or else you die!"

"Keep your head down, Eleanor. Give him everything."

The man wasn’t trying to be a hero. He lived in the real world. And people in the real world complied to save their own lives.

But before he finished his sentence, a creature of the dark grabbed the robber and pulled him into the night.

The couple was startled. They widened their eyes and looked into the darkness. They couldn’t see Philip but they could hear the moaning cry of the robber and his heavy body dropped on the floor.

A criminal disappeared. In his place was a monster.

"Delicious!" Philip’s voice echoed in the night.

"We’ll give you anything you want. Please let us go!"

"Please, Mister and Miss. I am no such thing." Philip said.

He was surprised at how well articulated he had become. It seemed like not only he inherited Dracula’s combat abilities, even his charisma was passed on somewhat.

"I am just a humble citizen of Anglas that saw someone in need of help."

Philip’s voice slowly transformed from graveling to smooth and deep as butter. The blood had worked its miracle and healed him.

"Would you walk out of the dark and let us see you, friend?"

"Certainly."

Philip appeared in front of them. His clothes were in a deplorable state. But his face and his body were sublime.

Six pack abs and smooth white skin. His skin was a little pale obviously, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It just seemed like he needed some sunlight.

The couple was enamored by how handsome he was.

"Please excuse me for having to present you in this state. I was... in an accident."

The man took his coat off and wrapped it around Philip.

"Please allow us to repay your kindness." The man said.

"It would be rude of me to say no."

They left the alley, leaving the cold and bloodless corpse on the ground. The two discolored bite marks on his neck were a sign of bad omen.

Carter stood on the rooftop, watching everything unfold. He was making sure his creation wouldn’t disappoint him. If Philip was, he would get rid of this spark of the moment without hesitation.

’I just wanted to test Dracula’s new power. But maybe Philip can become a much more useful subject than I thought.’

Philip was behaving. Carter had already given him orders before their separation. After tonight, Carter was assured that Philip was a trustworthy subordinate.

He didn’t trust Philip entirely, of course. But Carter didn’t need to watch him closely anymore.

’The kid has some revenge he wants to take care of. I will help him accomplish that. In exchange, I would get the final type of Pure Blood, the Dead Blood.’