The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"That's right, attack."

"The ultimate fate of workers is to attack!"

"To work for a boss is to attack the boss!"

He said with a laugh, "I'm going to take down this fortress! I'm going to burn this era to ashes!"

At this moment, Count Dracula realized that none of this was an illusion anymore. Looking at the huge rainbow pressing at his doorstep and everything distorting within the domain of the rainbow, its concepts and nature were changing;

At this moment, the servants working in the Count's Domain were, to various extents, undergoing transformation. They couldn't resist the contamination of the rainbow, their souls screaming in madness as they fell, turning into a kaleidoscope of colors—even the elves working on his farm turned into a colorful black.

Even the dogs by the road had turned into rainbow dogs.

"Brother, something's wrong!"

Viscount Pigula, who was sipping on Aunt Juice by his side, stood up. As Dracula's brother, he was just here to make an appearance for the test. He had thought that he could easily pass by just savoring some Aunt Juice at his cousin's house, but he did not expect to encounter an attack from the Rainbow Envoy.

"Under the rainbow light, the Aunt Juice in my hand has changed taste, turned from red wine into milk!"

Viscount Pigula revealed a look of terror, even gagging a bit, "It turned into damn virgin uncle milk!"

Count Dracula's brows furrowed slightly; he never imagined that the domain of the rainbow could be so contrary to nature. It had reached a realm so abstract that even Aunt Juice could be transformed.

He had a feud with the Chaos Envoy, but with the upcoming election for the Chaotic Councilor, Count Dracula truly didn't want to add more troubles.

Perhaps, these Chaos Envoys were just here on a home visit, with no ill intent.

"Dracula, hand over your oo to sister!"

"Then put it into the () () of the () ()."

Damn, full of malice!

The leading Rainbow Elf called out in a muffled voice. With a rainbow flag at her waist, she was the leader of the Outer City delegation, An Su's first patient, the Envoy Leader who captured Arthur and Lister, ranked at the Peak Saint level.

Moreover, it was she—

Who made Dracula's son abandon the surname 'Dracula,' transforming him into the Chaotic Genius who shocked the past and present, the one who attempted to assassinate his father: Dralula.

Her name was beyond investigation, her gender unknown to all, her existence was darkness itself, as well as the rainbow itself, she was a deity, the queen of forbidden magic, she was the guide of Dralula,

But unlike Dralula, this dignitary lacked a 'de' more than Dralula.

People bestowed upon her the Crown Title of Gula.

The queen of magic, the deity of magic, the darkness of magic, combined, Gula's Divine-given Title was 'Gula Dark God'!

As they prided themselves on high culture and aesthetics, they often self-referred as fairies, studying magic and also being fairies, they were the mythical little magi-fairies.

The race of Gula was actually an elf. What an elf, muscular with a height of eight feet, with both temples bedecked in shining, bushy golden hair, and yet with a face heavily made-up, attempting to allure, if the Judges of the Chaotic Legislator were monsters, then she was a monster in drag.

At this time, the dignitary wore a flirtatious smile, coquettishly watching the castle's Count Dracula above.

She had long seen through Count Dracula's petty tricks, deliberately falling into this trap.

Intentionally letting the hospital's doctor place them, these fairies, into a steel chamber, and set the biometric lock to his own; this implication was already clear without words.

Ridiculous, looking so ugly and still wanting to touch the face of these fairies.

Gula scrutinized Count Dracula, her gaze flitting across his Ancient Greek statue-like chiseled facial features, the vampires' standard flawless white skin, and the flowing black hair, then scoffed coldly. A vlogger's melon-seed face is not as profound as their high-class large pancake face, the white skin is not as intriguing as their colorful black skin, the hairstyle is monotonously dull, not explosive at all.

Not to mention the fatal flaw of not having tongue studs!

This vampire might barely pass as the wealthiest person in the Outer City, and his title could be called Holy City Lord, but his looks were too low-level, completely incomparable to those with earth-shatteringly beautiful selves.

In the past, Gula wouldn't give Count Dracula a second glance.

But these recent days were the election period for the Chaotic Councilor. Gula wanted to ascend further, to become a part of the House of Commons of the Outer City, she needed the financial support of Count Dracula. Therefore, she deliberately fell for that cheap trick, locked herself in her steel chamber to lower her status and bestow upon him this honor.

To share a bed with a fairy as stunning as herself, this ugly old white vampire would surely be inwardly grateful and feel immensely honored.

Should she marry him opportunistically, use the Chaos Law to take away half his fortune, and then report him for intense matrimony, a silky smooth combo would secure her Councilor seat.

Blinking her kaleidoscopic eyes, her fluffy-fingered hand touched her red lips, sending Count Dracula a blown kiss.

It has been said before, a blown kiss is a vampire's hunting right, signifying that I have claimed your life and your blood.

Count Dracula smashed the wine glass in his hand furiously, utterly preposterous, utterly preposterous.