The First Vampire

This peak Warrior, at the present moment, is in a dire situation. He is disheveled and tattered, with a dagger stabbed into his chest. Blood has stained his whole body; just how much of it belongs to him and how much to others is unclear.

Though he has escaped from Swan City, Lucien is in no illusion; he knows he is still in danger.

He vaguely feels a gaze fixed on him.

However, when he looks around, he can’t find the source of this gaze.

The rain intensifies, and Lucien feels his strength wearing down with the blood pouring from the wound on his chest.

At this moment, he is like a wounded beast, madly fleeing under the gaze of a hunter.

The hunter is patient, hidden in the shadows, waiting for the beast to weaken before launching a deadly blow.

He can’t wait passively for death!

Lucien hardens his resolve and immediately dismounts, stabbing his horse harshly.

In pain, the war horse speeds up.

Meanwhile, Lucien hides quietly in the bushes by the roadside, holding his breath and focusing, waiting for the pursuers behind him.

He prepares to fight back!

Time crawls by, yet the expected pursuers remain absent.

Lightning zigzags across the sky, and a heavy downpour follows.

Even with the composure of a peak Warrior like Lucien, he can’t help but feel impatient, beginning to question his judgment.

Could it be there are no pursuers?

Have Colin and Count Schultz let him off the hook?

If that’s true…. a furious rage surges in Lucien’s eyes—he will not rest until he has avenged this affront!

Just as Lucien is about to give up his ambush and leave, a glimmer of light seems to appear in the darkness.

“Who’s there?”

Lucien pauses for a moment, asking in a low voice.

Darkness envelops the land; all around is silent except for the sound of the wind and rain.

However, not long after, the muddy ground starts to shake slightly, and even the rocks in the mud jump up. A thunder-like noise gradually grows louder in the distance, starting very faint but soon becoming deafening. It is as if an army is rushing out from the rainstorm.

This momentum seems to overshadow the might of the lightning.

Lucien squints, looking at the cavalry squad that unexpectedly appears nearby, resembling demons.

The dense rainfall is parted by the roughly two hundred horsemen into a long corridor.

With the force that could tear apart the curtain of rain, this cavalry squad charges towards Lucien.

Lucien stands still, his face calm in the face of an oncoming cavalry squad that seems to threaten to shatter the earth.

He just switches to a two-handed grip on his broadsword, preparing for the upcoming charge.

Clang!

However, the cavalry unexpectedly disperses when they are five hundred steps away from Lucien.

As Lucien is left perplexed, hundreds of sharp arrows twist like vipers in the rain, tearing through the downpour, flying straight towards him!

Confronted with the threat of an arrow shower, Lucien’s eyes tighten, and his broadsword instantly shimmers. The shadow of the sword opens up like a barrier in front of him.

After a round of clattering noises, the arrow shower is completely blocked.

Before Lucien can catch his breath, three Heavy Cavalries charge at him like tanks.

Swoosh!

A sword swings out, and the fierce sword light suddenly explodes.

Limbs and organs, mixed with blood, are flung wildly in the rain.

This strike seems to change the very color of the world.

Lucien appears like a world-ending demon descending onto the earth, destroying everything

However, his superior stance doesn’t last long before he feels a pain in his ankle.

Dipping his head, Lucien realized that one man from the previous three riders was still alive.

But his body had been slashed in two, and he was still swinging the longsword in his hand, piercing Lucien’s ankle!

Boom!

Lucien kicked out a foot, exploding the opposing man’s head.

Buzzing!

At that moment, another rain of arrows swept towards him.

Lucien defended against them with another swing of his sword.

After the rain of arrows, three heavily armoured men charged at him recklessly.

Lucien understood that the enemy wanted to drain his strength using these tactics.

However, he had no good solution, as he realized that while the cavalry team ambushing him wasn’t large, they were all professionals!

Lucien guessed these people were suicide soldiers from the Angler family, but he hadn’t expected that a family that had only risen two years ago would have so many professionals!

Moreover, he realized these cavalrymen were indeed fearless to the point of death, with some even attacking Lucien after being seriously injured or even split in half.

The intensity of their doom-like aura sent a deep chill down Lucien’s spine.

After endless rounds of arrow rain and deadly charges from the heavy cavalry, Lucien was increasingly strained with numerous wounds accumulating on his body.

A sixth-level warrior was not a god, he was first ambushed by Colin and suffered a heavy blow to the chest. After a deadly struggle to escape Swan City, now being bombarded by these relentless cavalrymen, he reached his breaking point.

“Viscount Angler!” Lucien couldn’t hold back a loud shout, “We have no irreconcilable grievances, why do you want to kill me!”

Unfortunately, the response was another round of arrow rain.

Then, a massive armored figure wielding a huge shield and long spear, as imposing as a ferocious bear, charged at Lucien.

His heavy steps caused the earth to tremble.

Lucien’s eyes shrunk. Although there was only one charging this time and they were not on horseback, he was more vigilant than ever.

Boom!

The two collided head-on, creating a storm of wind and a deafening roar.

The rain curtain exploded, wave upon wave of water ripples blooming open, like flowers suddenly sprouting.

Fifth-level Troll Warrior!

At the first moment of contact, Lucien realized who his opponent was.

Before he could figure out how Colin managed to command a high-level Troll Warrior to kill him, there was a rustling in the bushes.

Lucien sensed danger and roared violently, the fighting spirit of his whole body flared up like flames.

The air shattered like broken glass, the rain curtain turned into countless fine particles, exploding in all directions.

At that moment, a small armored figure hiding in the bushes sprang out, the flying rain threads acting like needles, instantly penetrating his armor turning it into a sieve. However, the armored man seemed oblivious, still swinging his giant hammer toward Lucien.

Boom!

The ground splashed up “waves” under his hammer, blood spurted from Lucien’s mouth, and his hands holding the sword started shaking uncontrollably.

Fifth-level Dwarf Warrior!

Lucien was sure that this was not a force the Angler family would have, only the Northland Lord, the St. Hilde family would possess such power.

Therefore, Lucien shouted again: “I surrender! Honorable Lord of the North, if you give me a way to live, I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you!”

Swish swish swish!

A dense arrow rain cut off Lucien’s pleading.

What chilled his heart even further was that the arrow rain also covered those two large and small armored figures, as if these enemies did not care about the life or death of their companions.

And the two armored figures also seemed to disregard their own safety, charging at Lucien again amidst the arrow-heavy rain.

“Are you all insane!!!”

Lucien’s face turned pale.

Throughout his life, he underwent countless battles, faced numerous ferocious and cunning enemies, but never encountered such odd combat tactics!

The enemies in front appeared to be emotionless, painless, mindless killing machines. They feared death not, at any cost, with a singular goal

To kill Lucien!