The First Vampire

There was a loud rumble.

The tightly closed city gates suddenly opened, a group of cavalry charged out from inside the city. Before they could escape the sea of fire, the suddenly leaping flames swallowed them up along with their horses in an instant.

The dying cavalry rolled and struggled in the fire, emitting eerie screams that chilled one’s soul. After a moment, the smell of roasting meat rose into the air.

Boom!

A section of the city wall finally collapsed under the fierce heat of the fire. Yet, until the scattering hot dust gradually subsided, no one else was seen rushing out from the city.

Fallen Eagle City had become an inferno, but what was being tempered inside was not steel, but living people!

The previously constant wails had somehow become completely cut off. The countless lives that had been roasted into charcoal in this great furnace seemed to have congealed into drifting smoke in the air.

These wisps of green smoke were constantly converging towards the center of Fallen Eagle City under the drive of an unnamed force.

There, a green beam of light that descended from the sky seemed to be an enormous transparent shield, protecting the Uman Clan’s castle within.

It was only here, that there were still traces of life.

Walra opened his mouth wide, desperately inhaling, but the burning sensation in his chest didn’t lessen a bit, but seemed to burn even more intensely.

The green light shield may have blocked the fire, but it couldn’t block the suffocating hot air, and the terrifying high temperature that seemed capable of steaming a person alive.

With each step Walra took, he could hear the sizzling sound underneath his feet, and the intense burning sensation made him somewhat unconscious.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Walra being transformed into a bloodline with an extremely terrifying self-healing ability, he would have probably been long gone.

Despite this extremely terrifying self-healing ability only bringing Walra more torture, he still didn’t give up, continuing to stride towards the castle.

At the top of the castle, a figure dressed in mage robes, held his staff in one hand and his eyeball in the other, loudly reciting Elf script spells.

Thick green smoke shrouded his body, and formed a huge green cocoon above his head. The surface of the cocoon vibrated with Mr. Ji’s incantations, as if something terrifying was about to break out.

Sssss-

Walra reached out to grab the wall of the castle. The high temperature instantly scorched his palm black, but he seemed to feel nothing and continued to climb upwards using both his hands and feet.

At this moment, all he wanted was to execute one thing –

Revenge!

He wanted revenge for the more than three hundred thousand innocent civilians who had died in Fallen Eagle City!

Driven by his hatred, Walra seemed to forget the pain, forget fear, and only wanted to twist off the head of that evil mage on top of the castle!

However, the closer he got to that figure shrouded in green smoke, the more he felt an extremely terrifying oppression. Mr. Ji didn’t seem tall, but under his boundless oppression, Walra felt as if he were just an insignificant ant trying to challenge a deity.

However, this ant did not stop its steps.

Closer now, even closer.

Mr. Ji seemed oblivious to Walra’s advances, still fully focused on reciting his incantations.

Walra didn’t understand the Elf language, but he felt each unfamiliar syllable was like a snake burrowing into his heart, constantly attempting to stir up the fear deep within him.

Choke!

Walra drew his knight’s sword, its blade already glowing red from the intense heat of the fire.

Just as he was about to launch his final charge, he suddenly noticed another figure climbing up on the other side of the roof.

The person was entirely covered in armor, but Walra felt that there was an inexplicable familiarity with this figure, as if… they were the same kind.

During the momentary stupefaction of the two knights, Mr. Ji’s incantations seemed to have reached its final stage. He abruptly raised his left hand, crushing the eerie eyeball, and shouted:

“Duke St. Hilde, receive your judgement!”

Boom!

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, instantly seeming to tear apart the sky.

The lightning struck the green cocoon above Mr. Ji’s head, immediately exploding with an extremely dazzling light.

Walra only felt his view become completely white, and then he couldn’t see anything.

But he wasn’t frightened, he instantly realized this was a perfect opportunity for revenge.

Although he couldn’t see anything, Walra still rushed out according to his memory of the location.

Colin, who was controlling the blood slave, also found that he couldn’t see anything, but he still heard Walra’s voice and quickly controlled the blood slave’s body to rush out.

When the dazzling light gradually faded away, Colin finally saw a vague image in front of his eyes.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

Walra’s ghastly screams came from beside his ears. Colin looked and saw Walra covering half of his face, rolling on the roof.

Mr. Ji was also in a terrible state. His right arm was severed at the root. The splashing blood sprinkled on the roof, and it was so corrosive that it produced wisps of green smoke on the thick gray rock.

Colin immediately guessed that Walra had just severed Mr. Ji’s right arm and was burned by the splattering blood.

At this point, the green cocoon above Mr. Ji’s head had turned into a gigantic eye that was tightly closed. Although it was closed, Colin always felt that when it opened, something extremely terrifying would happen.

Colin hurriedly commanded the Blood Slave to swing his sword at Mr. Ji’s neck.

At this moment, Mr. Ji’s right arm had been severed, and his left arm was raised above his head, appearing to support the massive eye. It seemed that his spell was not yet fully completed. Facing the sword swing again, a flash of despair flitted across Mr. Ji’s eyes.

However, the long sword stopped at the very last instant.

Because Colin suddenly remembered the words Mr. Ji had previously shouted in a common language.

Duke St. Hilde?

Judgement?

Hence, he hesitated.

But it was this momentary hesitation that brought about a sudden change!

Boom!

Another flash of lightning streaked across, and Colin’s field of view turned completely white again. For a moment, he felt as though he had lost all connection with the Blood Slave.

When he could again see the situation in Fallen Eagle City, Colin was astounded to find that the huge green eye above Mr. Ji’s head had vanished, disappearing without a trace.

“Hahaha…”

Mr. Ji looked up at the sky and finally burst into wild laughter.

Then he turned his head to look at the blood slave under Colin’s control, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes, but the incantation from his mouth did not pause for a moment.

Boom!

Colin only saw a flicker of fire before his eyes, then profound darkness enveloped him completely.

“Colin, Colin, what’s wrong with you?”

When he came back to his senses, he saw Vera looking at him with a worried expression.

“I’m fine.” Colin’s face was pale, but he still patted his beloved wife’s hand to reassure her.

However, when he tried to reestablish contact with the Blood Slave in Fallen Eagle City, he found that the connection was completely lost!

It seems it was killed by Mr. Ji.

Colin thought of the strange scene in Fallen Eagle City and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Hence, he immediately took Vera by the hand and quietly headed toward the exit of the hall.

But in that instant, Duke St. Hilde also noticed Colin and Vera, thinking the newlyweds were impatient, he laughed and said, “It’s getting late, isn’t it time to announce the end of the banquet so that the two new people could spend a pleasant evening together?”

The people in the hall laughed at once, nodding in agreement.

Out of options, Colin hurriedly turned back and said, “Duke, would you please announce the end of the banquet?”

“Good.” Duke St. Hilde nodded decisively. “Thank you to all the guests…”

Suddenly, the noise in the banquet hall disappeared.

Everyone saw Duke St. Hilde’s mouth moving, but they couldn’t hear a word.

It was as if he had been pulled into another space-time by some mysterious force, leaving only an illusory projection in place.

Colin’s heart jolted, and he immediately tightened his grip on Vera’s hand.

Then, he sensed a gaze from above.

It was a stare that seemed to come from a higher level of life, imbued with a terrifying power that sent chills down his spine.

Colin involuntarily looked up at the sky.

Although he was obstructed, he could still see the familiar, enormous green eye that was now hovering over the castle.

The next moment, the green eye opened.

Colin’s field of view became blindingly white again, seeing nothing at all.

At this moment, his vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch disappeared completely; it was as if he had been exiled to an empty and colorless space-time, completely cut off from the world.

It seemed like only a moment had passed, yet it also felt like hundreds of years. Colin finally felt the warmth from Vera beside him again, and his nose picked up a familiar fragrance.

He greedily took a deep breath, then looked fearfully towards where Duke St. Hilde had been.

“Colin, Colin, what just happened?” Vera held Colin’s arm tightly, her voice filled with panic.

Colin didn’t answer, but raised his hand to point in the direction of Duke St. Hilde.

Confused, Vera turned her head, only to be met with a horrifying sight—

Under the illumination of the descended green light, Duke St. Hilde was as if frozen in that instant. He then fell backward, rigid as a board.

Bang!

With the disappearance of the green light, the once Lord of the North territory shattered like a stone statue.

There was no blood splattering, no flying pieces of flesh and bone, just pieces of broken stones strewn about.

“Ah!!!!!!”

A sharp scream echoed throughout the banquet hall.