“The shameless Blood Vultures have colluded with the Witch Hunters! Avalon’s power covers this ce, we have suffered heavy casualties!”
Wolfsbane’s roar echoed in the dark sewers, representing the dramatic change in the battle situation. After the Witch Hunter faction joined the dark hunt, the original suppression of the Blood Vulture remnants by Wolfsbane’s vanguard had been reversed, and as the battle between Korando and Murphy dragged on, the situation of the Wolfsbane warriors being defeated everywhere became precarious.
This made Mark Korando’s heart sink more and more as he led a group of elites raiding everywhere with unstoppable sess.
They had already killed many of the Blood Vultures’ elite Blood Servants, but this cold and cruel death not only failed to scare the opponents, but made their momentum even more fierce.
That kind of shared hatred was being yed out in an incredibly “horrifying” way in this sewer filled with hidden killing intent. Mark Korando had seen more than once those crazy “Blood Servants” embracing bombs and perishing together with the Sons of Wolfsbane.
He couldn’t imagine the mental state of these guys!
You’re Blood Servants, damn it!
He had never seen any Blood Servant on Greenleaf Ind be so fanatical for vampires, and were these Sons of the Blood Vulture really not afraid of death?
This isn’t right!No matter how tenacious the human spirit is, it’s impossible topletely ignore the threat of death, but these guys in front of him were not just ignoring death, they were even despising and mocking it.
“Sorcery!”
A Wolfsbane Spirit Mage beside Mark cursed:
“The damn Blood Vulture n must have used some kind of sorcery we can’t understand to transform their descendants, they’re too crazy! It’s as if all their fear has been castrated. I can’t feel any ripples in their hearts except for fanaticism and strange joy, they’re just like a group of…”
“Herees my human flesh mega bomb!”
Before she could finish her words, a hoarse voice shouted, followed by a little yer with bloodshot eyes leaping out from the corner ahead, his body covered with alchemical bombs that had all been lit.
This guy was also clutching two lit Molotov cocktails in his hands, making his pounce like that of Crazy Ivan.
“Brother Loyalty! Don’t do it! You’re charging too fast, we can’t keep up to heal you, you madman!”
There was a group of little yers shouting behind him, but itpletely failed to stop the death attackunched by this madman in front of them.
Mark saw him. As a descendant of Wolfsbane, he saw no trace of fear in the fanatical eyes of this madman before him. In those crazy eyes, there seemed to be a hint of something he couldn’t understand…
Eagerness?
Hey!
Wake up!
Do you know what you’re doing now?!
“Boom”
As Mark’s sword cane pierced Loyalty bro’s heart, the “enhanced” bombs on thetter’s body also detonated at this moment.
Terrifying mes rose along with corrosive poison liquid and toxic smoke bursting forth. Those sshing liquids were also too viscous, igniting as soon as they touched the hairy skin of Mark and the Spirit Mage beside him. Ｒ?
It simply couldn’t be extinguished.
“Ah!”
The Spirit Mage screamed and fell to the ground. Mark Korando tried to grab her but was pushed away by her hand.
“Go! Run quickly!”
This female brute screamed at Mark:
“They’re all a bunch of madmen! The Blood Vultures don’t care about their lives at all, they themselves don’t care, we’ve been tricked! This is a death trap left for us, run!”
“Run? Where do you n to run?”
A gloomy and brutal voice apanied the explosive sound of the wall breaking behind them. Mark Korando turned his head to see Maxim appearing in the darkness, holding a Wolfsbane warrior beaten to near death in each hand. He kicked open the ancient wall amidst flying dust, while Lady Adele and her descendant Dorothy also silently appeared from the dark nk.
On the other side, the excited roar of the manticore heralded ill omen. In the joyful pursuit of Feel You Poor and Bursting Belly, they had already rushed out under the lead of the Grand Duchess’s guard captain “Crazy Bonnie”, blocking thest direction for a breakout in this four-sidednd.
Wolfsbane can’t fly!
These few very powerful elite monsters obviously had no way to escape now!
The little yers looked at the obviously umon equipment on Mark Korando’s body, their eyes lighting up in the darkness with undisguised greed.
Even though they had just lost manypanions, they didn’t seem to feel the slightest emotion for these deaths.
This unique and creepy gaze made Mark Korando shudder.
He suddenly realized that his understanding of the Blood Vultures seemed to be limited to past hatred, while the current Blood Vultures had already undergone aplete transformation and were different from others.
No!
They were no longer even the familiar vampires, no longer the traditional and detestable children of midnight. They were more like a group of monsters wearing vampire skins.
No one could imagine what kind of crazy stuff had been stuffed into those shells.
Father made a terrible mistake!
Mark Korando sighed in his heart. He pulled out his sword cane, and at this moment he thought that not only his father, but the entire Greyw faction seemed to have made a serious mistake.
They firmly believed in the weakness of the Blood Vultures, but this family seemed to be reborn in a bizarre way that they could not even imagine.
No.
Rather than plete transformation”, perhaps “reincarnation in a borrowed corpse” would be more appropriate?
Such an exnation seemed to give a reason for tonight’s failure. After all, no matter how fierce the warriors of the Wolfsbane n were, they were normal people. How could these normal people possibly be a match for a group of madmen who couldn’t be measured bymon sense?
On the other side, near the area of the ancient sewer.
The youngdy Femis was performing the final “ritual” here. ording to Murphy’s previous instructions, she was to use spirit energy that could turn stone into mud to re-seal the crack leading to the thirdyer of the underground cave.
This meant that the gnoll vanguards and a small number of Wolfsbane warriors still fighting with the ghouls in the thirdyer below would bepletely sealed in.
Femis understood very well why Murphy wanted to do this, she just felt that this treatment was a bit cruel.
Although she had also ruthlessly killed several Wolfsbane scum who tried to finish her off in the previous battle,pared to Murphy, the well-educated youngdy obviously knew more about the weaknesses of the Wolfsbane pups.
They were the fiercest closebat experts among vampire ns.
But they were also the weakest in Dark Spirit Maniption, which was normal. Strength always has its focus, and trying to have everything often results in getting nothing.
Abandoning the blessing of spirit energy allowed the Wolfsbane n to reach almost the pinnacle in closebat, and their unique “Wilderness Transformation” ancestral power further enhanced their excellent killing power in closebat.
It’s hard to say this was a wrong choice, after all, the horrific casualty ratio of both sides in the sewer at this time had already proved the rationality of Wolfsbane’s survival strategy.
If it weren’t for the fearless little yers who didn’t fear death and used suicidal tactics to contain Wolfsbane’s fury, with the pitiful number of NPC vampires alone, they would have long been defeated and devoured by Korando’s wolf pack.
Korando didn’t actively rush into the trap!
That brutal and vicious leader had considered everything before killing his way in, except he couldn’t understand the unique existence of the otherworldly spirits.
And it was this point that doomed their failure.
“But this isn’t his fault either.”
The youngdy thought to herself while casting her spell:
“Korando has already done well enough, who could have imagined that Murphy could summon otherworldly people who are not afraid of death to contribute to the rise of Transia? This ispletely, well, in his words, a cheating method.”
“I feel like you’re ndering me. Although I don’t know why you sympathize with the enemy, I must rify that this is just the most suitable method at present.”
Just as Femis’s association was unfolding, Murphy’s voice also sounded from behind.
The youngdy looked back and found Murphy walking over with two swords in hand, Frostfang in his left hand and Greyw in his right, with Necessary Evil humming and floating beside him.
That demon sword looked quite angry.
And all three des were dripping with fresh blood, proving that they had just drunk their fill of others’ suffering.
“How’s the situation progressing?”
The youngdy asked, and Murphy shrugged and said:
“Judging from the casualty ratio alone, we’ve suffered heavy losses. A quarter of the 300-plus Wolfsbane warriors have been dealt with, but few of my warriors are left. Two of Maxim’s three descendants are dead, and Adele only has Dorothy and Diana left as servants. The unfortunate little widow Mary’s group has lost nearly half.
Fortunately, the Blood Pact Knights and Thorn assassins are elite enough, with Lainnia’s cover allowing our nsmen who have suffered further blows to retreat to safety.
s, the already miserable Blood Vulture n is now adding frost to snow.
If it weren’t for Tris and I being cold-blooded enough and not caring about the casualties of our nsmen, this night’s melee alone would be enough to extinguish thest bit of vigor of the Blood Vulture n.
Korando is a very formidable opponent.
He could have dragged the Blood Vultures to hell with him to achieve his ambition, but unfortunately, three dayster at dawn, those fearless heroic spirits will return to thisnd alive and kicking.
So rounding it off, ignoring those ‘necessary losses’ of the old era, we can proudly dere that we have achieved an outstanding great victory! Therefore, I’d like to ask you, Femis, what do you think of the future I’ve chosen for the Blood Vulture n?”
“I don’t understand, but I’m greatly shocked.”
The youngdy pouted, waving the Night Howl Staff in her hand.
She sealed thest crack with flowing stoneva,pletely silencing the howls of gnolls and ghouls from below in the earth’syers.
When it’s opened again, only death and destion will remain inside.
“I can’t imagine what kind of frenzied state our n will be if the Blood Vulture n has 500 of these ‘otherworld vampires’. But I can be certain that once this number exceeds 5,000, the Blood Vulture n will be the most unorthodox among the seven ns.”
The youngdy was quite pessimistic about this future, but Murphy wasn’t as sentimental as her. He shook his head and said:
“We will also be the most prosperous member among the seven ns. Even the Blood Pact Knights under the Patriarch will have to bow their heads before us!
It’s not just about spreading the name of the Blood Vulture. Tris has been deeply researching the spirit projectionposition of the warriors.
Perhaps soon, she will bring us more surprises.
Can you imagine it?
Femis, when my warriors can walk on the earth in the form of Wolfsbane or Thorn, or even Blood Pact Knights, as dwarf, elf and halfling?”
“Then Transia’s reputation will bepletely ruined, both good and bad. Fortunately, we didn’t have much of a reputation to speak of in the first ce.”
Femis rolled her eyes. The youngdy didn’t want to think about this terrifying future.
Her work here was done. Murphy walked with her into the deep sewers. At their feety 4 or 5 Wolfsbane warriors with distorted bodies, all twisted and torn into pale wolf-bat statues by mysterious spirit techniques.
As they walked, Murphy said quietly:
“I suddenly realized that my use of spirit energy is too shallow. I’ll have to ask you to teach me moreter.”
“You have Tris, a Spirit Sovereign, by your side. Why do you need to learn from me?”
The youngdy said in surprise:
“Can’t Tris teach you? That’s impossible, look at how inseparable you two are all day.”
“I just don’t want to be mocked as an idiot by her.”
Murphy sighed and said:
“Tris’s tongue is too sharp, and she always likes to give me a hard time.
Don’t worry, I’m a Summoner. The spirit spells I need to learn are more about control techniques for maniption. It won’t waste too much of your energy.”
“No, I’m more than happy to help.”
The youngdy brushed her long hair and said:
“Whether you’ve realized it or not, you’re now the absolute core of the Blood Vulture n. I’ll do my utmost to satisfy all your needs.
I also hope to see the name of Blood Vulture echoing under the midnight sky again.
And you!
You’re the person most likely to achieve this in the shortest time. So, when you have some free time, I’ll teach you the most basic spirit control techniques.
We’ll start with the variant techniques that can be derived from your unique ‘Death’s Grasp’.”
“Awooo!”
A piercing howl echoed through the sewer at that moment, interrupting the youngdy’s words. It made her instinctively grip the Night Howl Staff tighter, while Murphy remained impassive.
He looked at the uneasy darkness ahead, then nced at the Greyw sword cane in his hand.
He said in a low voice:
“Korando is dead. The Greyw faction is finished. Hmm, ambition has died, but it will nourish another mind, leading the victor onto a thorny path.
I’m truly honored to witness this moment.”
“You handed him over to Andrei?”
The youngdy immediately grasped the true meaning of Murphy’s words. She said in surprise:
“I thought you would personally deal with Korando, after all, he challenged you, and your character wouldn’t refuse.”
“I know how to share, Lady Femis.”
Murphy smiled in the darkness and said in a soft voice:
“Wanting to monopolize all good things is painful. Only by sharing can one find happiness. Moreover, things like hatred are meaningless if not shared.
Let’s go.
Come with me to apud the victor.”
——
Korando was dead.
He had been almostpletely frozen into an ice sculpture. It was the final death achieved under the continuously released power of the winter spirit essence, freezing his flesh and blood essence.
Faced with an enemy who could not be killed by swords, Count Andrei took the most direct and effective approach he could think of.
Of course, to achieve this, he also paid a heavy price.
“Your Highness!”
The blood-covered loyal servant Vesta rushed into the darkness and immediately saw Andrei slumped beneath the frozen wolf-bat ice sculpture.
Thetter’s left arm had beenpletely bitten off, his chest torn open to the extent that his internal organs were visible. To prevent further weakening, he had to freeze his own wounds to heal slowly.
The Count of White Mountain’s hair, eyebrows, and the beard he had just grown had all turned pure white like the north wind. This was the change that urred when pushing the winter essence of the wilderness bloodline to its extreme.
The bloodline of Hero King Boris had its own wonders, but the Count of White Mountain had still paid everything he possessed for this hard-won victory.
His second Frostfang de had shattered.
That broken de was stuck in Korando’s forehead between his eyebrows, while in Andrei’s hand was a white silver vampire heart frozen like a jewel by the winter cold.
“Don’t touch me, let me stand up on my own”
Vesta came forward wanting to support his count, but was refused by Andrei. This young vampire was already weakened to the extreme, but his eyes were full of joy and the pleasure after victory.
He used the broken sword to prop himself up, patting the unique ice sculpture behind him shakily. The Greyw leader,pletely transformed into his wolf-bat true form, was frozen in a most realistic and brutal image at the end of his life. This was a legendary scene that even the most skilled sculptor could not replicate.
“This will be the best gift”
Andrei looked at his work with satisfaction. He then handed the frozen vampire heart to Vesta, instructing:
“You personally deliver this heart and this ice sculpture back to North Wind Castle, into the Ice Pce. Korando’s heart will be a gift for the 371st birthday of ancestor Shani, while the Greyw ice sculpture will be my gift to my sister. She will surely love this eternal imprint of the moment of victory, shaped by the death of our enemy.
Vesta, you must deliver them personally.”
The Count of White Mountain urged:
“This will allow our faction to be reborn.”
“I will not fail this task!”
The loyal servant swore solemnly, then let two Thorn handmaidens support the count as they left the ce. As he walked out of the dark tunnel, he saw Murphy and Femis beside him ahead.
The Count of Kadman looked up and down at the miserable Andrei, while the Count of White Mountain, no longer elegant and solemn as before, struggled to straighten his back.
“Not bad. From a soldier’s andmander’s perspective, you’ve already been quitepetent.”
Murphy gave a word of praise.
He twirled the exquisitely carved wolf head sword cane in his hand, then handed it to Andrei with one hand, saying:
“But how can amander be without a suitable weapon? It’s yours now. Congrattions on your ambition triumphing over others’.”
“This thing is quite precious.”
Andrei said hoarsely:
“I thought you would keep it.”
“I’m not very interested in these material possessions.”
Murphy waved his hand and said:
“Victory is all I need! Yes, victory alone is enough to soothe my generous heart. Ah, another page has been added to the ancient grudge tonight. Listen, the wheel of resentment has begun to turn again.”