Looking at his aunt and Colin "hugging" each other in an ambiguous posture, Marquis Vincent could only feel a bone-deep fear.
In fact, Marquis Vincent found himself unable to control his body after hearing Colin's voice.
When Beatrice and Colin were fighting for their lives, Marquis Vincent wanted to help, but he couldn't move at all!
Boundless fear shrouded him. This was a reaction that came from the depths of his bloodline, as if he had met his natural enemy. He couldn't overcome it with willpower.
In just a short while, Marquis Vincent was completely drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
* Bang! *
Colin threw Beatrice to the ground without any pity and turned to look at Marquis Vincent with a dazzling smile.
However, this smile was the most terrifying thing in the world in Marquis Vincent's eyes.
"Marquis Vincent, do you really want my head that badly?"
"I … You …" Marquis Vincent tried his best to open his mouth, but he couldn't form a complete sentence.
Colin looked at all of this and was a little surprised at the terrifying suppression he had over his blood kin.
This suppression seemed to have surpassed the difference in strength between the two. One had to know that even if Marquis Vincent wasn't as strong as him, he shouldn't be acting so unbearably.
It seemed that even if his bloodline was stronger than him, he wouldn't be able to resist him under the suppression of his bloodline.
Unfortunately, being unable to resist physically didn't mean that he would be mentally submissive.
Marquis Vincent had indeed betrayed him.
Although Colin was mentally prepared for this, he still felt disappointed and angry.
This also meant that all of his bloodline could betray him.
Of course, this was actually very reasonable.
After all, bloodline descendants had self-awareness.
Betrayal was almost an inevitable byproduct of self-awareness.
However, Colin wasn't too worried.
Marquis Vincent's betrayal was mainly due to the great conflict of interest between the two of them.
The other bloodline descendants, such as Queen Aisha, were completely bound to Colin's interests, not to mention that she had already given birth to a daughter for Colin.
Under such circumstances, Queen Aisha wouldn't betray Colin even if she wasn't tied down by the vampires.
Knight Xiaer was willing to become Colin's blood subordinate at the beginning, and now the Bloody Cavalry had been completely controlled by Colin, so Knight Xiaer, whose life value was bound to the Bloody Cavalry, would naturally not betray them.
Valla probably wouldn't either. After all, it was Colin who helped him take back the Oman family's title, and Colin's sister was also married to him. She wouldn't betray him unless something unexpected happened.
Countess Schultz, on the other hand, didn't have much of a conflict of interest with Colin, and Colin had caused her to lose her husband. It was impossible for her not to resent Colin at all.
Although she was very obedient and gentle to Colin when they were in Swan Castle, he was afraid that she was just trying to please him. He didn't know what she was thinking in the dark.
Thinking of this, Colin also reminded himself — —
Don't blindly trust the Blood Descendants!
They weren't like those blood slaves who didn't have self-awareness, and could completely obey Colin's will.
While Colin was deep in thought, Marquis Vincent felt as if a year had passed.
He kept making meaningless growls, as if he had a lot to say to Colin.
Colin came back to his senses and slightly restrained his aura.
Marquis Vincent finally caught his breath. He climbed down from the bed on all fours and crawled in front of Colin. His forehead was firmly pressed against Colin's feet as he said:
"Lord Blessed! Please forgive my foolish actions from before!
As long as you are willing to give me another chance, I will definitely follow your orders without any hesitation! "
Colin smiled in a noncommittal manner and asked, "Yes.
"Tell me, what's your plan?"
Marquis Vincent hurriedly explained his and Beatrice's plan in full detail. Of course, he unsurprisingly pushed all the responsibility to Beatrice, and he himself was only "forced to cooperate".
Colin rubbed his chin and asked doubtfully, "So, you didn't contact Mister Chi?"
"Mister Chi?" Marquis Vincent was stunned. "Are you talking about the surviving member of the St. Theon Family? But wasn't he killed by Prince Rhy long ago? "
Colin saw that Marquis Vincent's doubts didn't seem to be fake and immediately understood.
There was probably another faction in the city!
Seeing that Colin was deep in thought again, Marquis Vincent carefully raised his head and explained softly:
"My Lord, the reason why I pretended to be unconscious wasn't because I didn't want to follow your orders. It was because White Dew City was under my mother's control, and she … actually wanted to kill me!
Helpless, I had no choice but to pretend to be dead. "
"Is that so?" Colin thought for a moment and understood the duchess' motive for wanting to kill her son.
It seemed like she really was a sinister woman who would do anything to achieve her goals!
"So, you had the time to urge Beatrice to chop off my head, but you didn't have the ability to contact me and tell me about the situation in White Dew City, right?"
Faced with Colin's questioning, Marquis Vincent was so frightened that he prostrated himself on the ground again and said in an incomparably self-reproachful tone:
"My Lord, I also realized that my actions were extremely stupid and could even be called blasphemy!
As long as you are willing to forgive my sins, I will become your most loyal servant and control the entire Eastern Region for you! "
"Loyalty?" Colin sneered and said, "This thing is like a young girl's chastity. Once lost, it can never be found again."
After saying this, without waiting for Marquis Vincent's explanation, Colin's palm quickly reached out and pressed on Marquis Vincent's head like lightning.
Then, Marquis Vincent was lifted up by Colin as if he was a defenseless doll.
When the two were at eye level, Colin quietly stared into Marquis Vincent's terrified eyes and said indifferently:
"Do you know? You will only die after your head is chopped off. This is actually a characteristic of blood thralls.
As for me, I don't know if I will die after my head is chopped off.
Also, will a bloodline die?
But since you are so curious, I will experiment on you. "
After saying this, Colin forcefully twisted his hand.
Crack!
Marquis Vincent's head was twisted off.
Plop.
Marquis Vincent's headless body softly fell to the ground and twitched a few times before it stopped moving.
Colin observed for a while and was indeed unable to sense the other party's vital signs.
"So, a bloodline will also die without a head." Colin muttered to himself.
It seemed that he would be the same as well.
Casually throwing away Marquis Vincent's head, Colin walked to the window and looked out.
Tonight, White Dew City was destined to not be peaceful. Shouts, screams, and flames all indicated that this would be a night of bloodshed.
However, this had little to do with Colin.
Although someone had tried to drag the Blood Cavalry into the water before, how could Colin be fooled?
Those blood thralls who escaped did not bring back the news of his assassination, but his order to prohibit the Blood Cavalry from entering the city.
In short, he was ready to watch a good show tonight!
Whoosh!
Colin spread his wings and rushed into the dark night.
Just after he left, Beatrice, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes.
But her eyes had completely lost their original quickness and brilliance, becoming dull and even dead.
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