The Witch Hunter System

Chapter 735 Piaro’s Vulgarity

Chapter 735 Piaro's Vulgarity

'What the hell was that? Was that damn human taunting me?' Melchior thought as he clenched his fist venomously.

He already hated his situation plenty enough. He did not need to be humiliated by being looked down on by the human as well.

"Advance!" Melchior barked.

Following Melchior's order, the commanding Pureblood Vampires led the lower-rank vampires beneath.

"The bat formation is no more! Everyone, forward! We will join up with the first army and advance together!" a Pureblood Vampire voiced, his crimson eyes glimmering with intensity.

Invisible strands of mental power spread out and seeped into the minds of the lower-rank vampires, prompting them to obey him.

The Pseudo-Vampires and Halflings in the vanguard immediately issued shrill cries and hisses before charging ahead.

However, Red Wyvern Ancestor suddenly descended from the sky with a heavy drop, splitting the ground apart and blocking their advancement.

"Who will be my opponent?!" the Red Wyvern Ancestor roared, full of vigor and fighting spirit. He swept his gaze through the ranks of vampires in the second army as he searched for a worthy foe.

He had already been through a few tough fights, but they were enough to satisfy him. His Demigod-rank self craved more battles.

Only worthy opponents could help him acclimate his new realm of power faster.

However, the Red Wyvern Ancestor's intimidating Demigod-rank presence forced the Halflings, True Vampires, and Pureblood Vampires to halt their steps.

Only the unintelligent Pseudo-Vampires continued to charge mindlessly without understanding the vast gap in their abilities.

Swoosh!

With a single disdainful swipe, the Red Wyvern Ancestor slaughtered hundreds of Pseudo-Vampires in an instant. Bits of rotting flesh and corrupted blood flew everywhere.

The Red Wyvern Ancestor also caught some on his claws, causing him to frown.

He intended to study the contaminating stain, but his attention was quickly stolen by a super excited red dragon landing some distance away with a resounding boom.

"Awoo!! The last vampire group is no fun! I hope this new group puts up a better fight for this Daddy! Come! Entertain this Daddy! Awoo!!" Piaro howled excitedly in the human tongue, using a few unfamiliar terms he had picked up from human warriors.

'Is that a… dog or a dragon…?' the Red Wyvern Ancestor wondered.

He was completely dumbfounded as he stared at Piaro with shock and disbelief. His respectful image of true dragons was shattered by this abnormal thing.

Unfortunately, the Red Wyvern Ancestor had yet to witness the worst of Piaro's vulgar words as the latter soon dived into the second vampire army alone.

"Awoo!! Fight me, blood-suckers! If you can't beat this Daddy, don't think about going any further!"

"Hm? What kind of sissy move are you trying to pull? Are you trying to tickle this Daddy?"

"What! You call that punch?! Did you forget to eat? Do you even lift? Even my great-grandmother hits harder than you!"

"Fuck! Trying to bite me?! Scram for this Daddy! This Daddy has no time to waste on you little sucky-suckies!"

"Awoo!! Is there no worthy opponent for this Daddy?! Ptui! Ptui! Not a single true warrior among you! You should all go home and practice for beauty contests instead! Your faces are whiter than my butt cheeks!"

Piaro's insulting provocation continued sounding with great volume amid the Pseudo-Vampires, Halflings, and True Vampires who surrounded him.

Each line was earth-shaking and rang like thunder in the Red Wyvern Ancestor's ears.

The fragments of the dragon image he tried to piece together were further shattered into many more fragments, ground into powder, and then obliterated into oblivion.

'Ah… this is a sin. The Venerable Dragon has been corrupted by humans,' the Red Wyvern Ancestor sadly lamented.

Nevertheless, regardless of whether Piaro's insults and provocations made sense, no one could deny their effectiveness. With several lines, he attracted the hostility of the entire army.

Every vampire was livid with endless fury. Their outrage could be heard throughout the crimson light domain.

They had never heard such humiliating insults in their lives.

It was as if they had listened to the cursed texts of the most heretical and unholy god – It was so grating that their ears bled, and they coughed up blood from anger.

"Argh!!! I can't take it anymore! Kill him! Kill that bastard dragon right now!" a Pureblood Vampire thundered furiously.

"Which accursed hole did this wild dog-dragon crawl out from?! Who does he think he is?! How dare he compare my elegant and beautiful face to… that!"

"Silence that unholy creature at once! This abomination is too dangerous to be left alive! Don't let its unholiness smear the dignity and pride of vampires any longer!"

Rumble…!

The ground trembled as several ten thousand vampires swarmed at Piaro with fire in their eyes.

"Bahahaha! Finally showing some energy and spirit, you half-

dead wankers! How marvelous! How exciting! Come! This Daddy will take you all on!" Piaro roared in anticipation.

In the sky, Pakgu and Sephira observed the situation. They had arrived for some time but chose to wait for Piaro to finish his show.

However, seeing Piaro being swarmed by the vampire army, Sephira wanted to fly to his aid.

"Wait! Let him cook," Pakgu stopped her as he watched on with attentive interest.

Sephira was immediately speechless.

Even she couldn't stand listening to Piaro's wild curses, let alone the vampires. She didn't expect Pakgu to be fascinated by them.

She only hoped Pakgu wouldn't become like Piaro. That was not how a proud dragon should act.

Alas, although she thought that way, she was also aware that there would be inevitable changes among the dragons as they interacted with humans and experienced their diverse cultures.

…

Meanwhile, in another battle with the first vampire army, Old General's vulgar words dominated the battlefield.

"Hahahaha! Are you trying to kill this Granddaddy with your stench?! Your breath reeks of your ancestor's piss! Do you even brush?!"

"Watch out for my fist!" Old General warned, leaping into a crowd of True Vampires as he swung his left fist arm like a watermill.

However, he punched out with his right aura-enhanced fist, sending several heads flying with the shockwave.

"Bahahaha! Wrong fist, Dumbass!" Old General guffawed as he continued crushing low-rank vampires with brute strength.