The First Vampire

A bolt of lightning sliced through the sky, tearing a hole in the darkness that shrouded the earth.

Under the flash of lightning, Lucien’s veins bulged all over his body. He held his broadsword tightly in front of him, arching his body to resist the enormous strength of two armored men.

The three of them were riddled with arrows, like three hedgehogs.

Lucien’s face was terrifyingly pale, but what really drove him to despair was that the strength of the two armored men opposite him showed no signs of waning. It was as if the arrows embedded in their bodies didn’t exist at all.

The rolling waves of power continuously crashed against Lucien like a waterfall, forcing him to keep sliding backward, carving two deep ditches into the ground beneath his feet.

Seeing the cavalry lingering around, preparing to shoot again, Lucien let out a beast-like roar.

Centered on him, a circular wave of dark purple energy burst open.

Boom!

The two armored men instantly flew backward.

However, Lucien also suffered. A stream of blood slowly seeped out from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears.

“Hahaha!” Bouts of mad laughter burst from Lucien’s mouth. It seemed the peak warrior had already foreseen his fate.

But like all dying beasts making a desperate counterattack, Lucien had also prepared for the worst.

The blood-covered warrior let out a roar of despair and madness: “Since this is the case, let’s die together!”

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

The new round of arrow rain arrived as scheduled, only this time, Lucien didn’t even bother to dodge.

Countless shockwaves exploded in the air in an instant, squeezing and rattling spreading out in all directions.

Arrows hitting the layers of tangible waves turned into powder instantly.

Lucien, laughing madly, charged towards the two armored men.

The broadsword in his hand was enveloped in a dark purple flame and swung forward.

The low roar shattered the heavy rain curtain in an instant, as if to tear open several cracks in the space in front of him.

The two armored men had no fear in facing him, one held a spear, the other a hammer, and they met his attack.

Boom!

The wilderness was instantly filled with countless shockwaves. It was like a boulder hitting a pond; the ripples in the air turned into waves. In an instant, most of the lingering cavalrymen were knocked off their horses.

“Hahaha!”

Laughing wildly, Lucien suddenly let go of the broadsword in his hand, and while the two armored men were still stiff from the last clash and hadn’t recovered, he weaved through them like a nimble fish and got to their side.

Clang! Clang!

Lucien’s fingers hooked like claws, tightly gripping the arms of the two armored men, with such force that the armor even deformed.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Lucien’s face remained mad as ever and he roared again.

Crack!

Both arms were dislocated by Lucien.

Blood gushed out, covering Lucien’s body. At this moment, he seemed completely insane, howling towards the sky covered in blood. He looked like a devil crawling out from hell.

After the successful move, Lucien immediately made a U-turn and roared, “Die, all of you!”

Whoosh-

Just then, there was a sudden whistling sound from the air, and a silver light descended from the sky with a force as strong as a thunderstorm.

However, Lucien seemed to have anticipated the enemies above. He abruptly halted, spun around swiftly, and laughed maniacally at Colin, who was descending from the sky.

“I’ve been waiting for you!”

Before he had finished speaking, his arm shot out like a dragon coming out of the sea, catching Colin’s long sword.

Shh!

Blood splattered. The fingers of Lucien’s right hand were almost severed, yet he didn’t even blink as he stretched out his other hand to grab Colin’s ankle.

Colin was stunned. His huge bat wings stirred up a storm, trying to take flight again.

However, Lucien’s feet seemed to have taken root on the ground. No matter how Colin struggled, he stood steadfast.

“Who are you, exactly?” A hint of confusion flashed through Lucien’s eyes, then he seemed to recall a rumor he had heard: “Are you the ‘Winged Knight’?”

Colin didn’t respond.

Seeing the opponent’s face shrouded in a mist of blood, Lucien’s curiosity grew even stronger. He laughed loudly and roared, “Let me see your true face!”

Before his words fell, a surge of air erupted beneath his feet, causing the ground to sink under the force. Using this backlash, he jumped up and wrapped himself around Colin, who was hovering in mid-air.

Colin swiftly flapped his bat wings, spinning in the air. Unfortunately, he could not shake off Lucien, only causing him to temporarily lose balance.

Seizing this opportunity, Colin let go of his long sword and pulled out the golden dagger, a symbol of the protectors of the North. He drove it towards Lucien’s chest.

Shred!

The dagger punctured Lucien’s chest, but he didn’t attempt to block it.

However, his face was still adorned with an insane grin, as he roared:

“Let’s die together!”

Bang!

Lucien’s hand darted into Colin’s chest, clutching the still-beating heart.

Colin cried out in pain, seemingly infected by Lucien’s madness. His whole momentum became extremely intense.

“I told you, if you can’t kill me…” Colin laughed madly, “I’ll make your life worse than death!”

Before his words fell, Colin opened his huge mouth, two tusks glimmered with bone-chilling light as he plunged into Lucien’s neck.

The giant bat wings quickly closed, shrouding them both.

“So it’s you!” Lucien judged from Colin’s words, not yet understanding how Colin had grown a pair of wings. He quickly realized that all the blood in his body was rushing wildly into Colin’s mouth.

Not just blood but also strength, warmth, and consciousness were rapidly leaking away.

“Die together!” Lucien tightened his grip just before the darkness covered him.

Bang!

Colin’s heart was instantly crushed!

Rumble!

A thunder rolled across the sky, the vast wilderness suddenly fall quiet.

The Blood slaves formed a large circle, two figures stood bizarrely in the center: Colin and Lucien.

Heavy rain poured, unable to wash away the stench of blood in the air.

After a long while, Colin stood up from Lucien’s body.

Suddenly, Lucien also rose, kneeling in front of Colin. Hatred and madness on his face completely disappeared, replaced with mechanical obedience and respect.

“Master!”

Colin looked at Lucien kneeling before him, a smug smile blooming at the corner of his mouth.

On this hunt for Lucien, Colin’s Blood Shadow Guard had suffered heavy losses. Glancing around, hardly anyone wasn’t injured.

Roughly estimated, a total of twenty-eight Blood slaves died to ambush Lucien. Even the two fifth-tier Blood slaves were heavily injured. Even Colin’s heart had been crushed.

Fortunately, none of this matters now.

Colin touched the hollow wound on his chest, acting as if it was no matters.

Although the losses were severe, the gains were massive.

A sixth-tier Blood Slave!

With this, the peak fighting force of the Blood Shadow Guard has qualitatively improved. As long as Colin doesn’t provoke a few of the Holy Field experts in this world, he would not have to worry about his own safety anymore.

Even towards the resurrected Mr. Ji, as long as he hadn’t completely healed the holy knight body he had taken over, Colin would still have some ability to fight back with his current Blood Shadow Guard.

It’s a pity that the blood of a high-tier warrior can’t help Colin advance. It must be the blood of a high-tier knight

However, with a sixth-tier warrior, Colin has the confidence to capture a sixth-tier knight.

Once he successfully advanced to the sixth tier, coupled with his True Blood Form state, Colin felt he could walk sideways under the Holy Field.

But a sixth-tier knight is much harder to catch than a sixth-tier warrior. Besides, high-tier knights usually belong to high nobles, and catching them is on another level compared to Lucien. This requires long-term planning.

The sixth-tier knights Colin knew of are only two – Emperor Reinhardt and Duke St. Prowse of the East Territory!

Which one should he catch?

Colin stroked his chin, deep in thought.

But soon, he shook his head, laughing to himself. He felt he was a bit too ambitious.

Neither of them was someone he could deal with at the moment.

It’s better to handle what’s in front of him first.

With that thought, Colin flapped his bat wings, soared into the sky, and flew towards Swan City.