The First Vampire

Time seemed to stand still.

The shrill cry of a sparrow echoed in the heavens, becoming the only predominant sound between the sky and the earth.

The icy killing intent soared to the peak in an instant, causing all the creatures in Wind Whisper City to feel terror originating from the depth of their bloodlines.

A dazzling light exploded all of a sudden, causing the nearby Knight Maiko to lose his sight momentarily.

Knight Maiko immediately abandoned his offensive posture, forcedly contracted his limbs to protect the vital parts of his body. Then, he was swept up by an overwhelming and unstoppable surge, thrown out, and he crashed heavily into the house by the road.

However, a feeling of ecstasy filled Knight Maiko’s heart like never before.

He finally knew, Duke St. Gregorian had not abandoned the Westland.

This was a meticulously planned assassination—targeted at the Orc Emperor Saruman!

No wonder even when Wind Whisper City was breached, Duke St. Gregorian had never shown herself, she had been waiting for the perfect moment.

Since Duke St. Gregorian had never appeared before and Wind Whisper Castle was completely empty, the orcs would definitely think that the St. Gregorian family had long abandoned Wind Whisper City and fled. Their guard would surely be down.

More importantly, after Wind Whisper City was breached, the orc army plunged into the most chaotic street fighting. Now that Emperor Saruman had entered the city, it provided the perfect opportunity to assassinate him.

If Duke St. Gregorian could successfully assassinate Emperor Saruman, the makeshift coalition of the Third Orc Empire might plunge into civil unrest, or even collapse completely…

A glimmer of hope for victory would finally shine on the Westland!

Knight Maiko struggled to rise from the ruins, rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to clearly see the duel that would decide the fate of the Westland.

However, Emperor Saruman was truly shocked when he saw the Golden Beak Kite descending from the sky.

A moment of hesitation cost him the initiative.

The unmatched sword light was in front of Emperor Saruman in a blink. He only had enough time to lean back slightly before his chest was completely pierced through.

Golden blood spurted out, falling on the ground with a hissing sound, raising billows of steam.

But Emperor Saruman actually burst out laughing, his already tall body started to inflate further. At the same time, he let out a booming roar.

Roar—

A terrifying sonic wave swept across the whole street, even stirring up the previously calm wind once again.

A gigantic axe, carrying the might to split the sky and the earth, slashed towards the sparrow phantom in the sky.

Boom!

The sparrow phantom exploded instantly into strands of golden light, moving like fish in the air, tumbling and rolling before finally gathering together again.

Beneath this sparrow phantom, Duke St. Gregorian stood tall and proud.

Her form-fitting fine gold armor accentuated her graceful curves, her red hair flowing like flames in the wind. Noble, beautiful, and seeming inviolable like a deity, here was the goddes of war of the Westland, the only female Holy Knight in Holy Empire.

“St. Gregorian—” Saruman’s body finally stopped inflating, but he had already grown more than twenty meters tall. The buildings of Wind Whisper City seemed like mere toys that he could kick aside at will. Compared to him, Duke St. Gregorian was just a pretty doll.

The words he spoke were like rolling thunder:

“I am going to crush your skull!”

A frantic surge of energy rushed into the sky, and the howling west wind swept across the land.

Roar!

The sky above Wind Whisper City suddenly darkened.

Knight Maiko looked up in surprise, feeling a chill on his face.

Drip drop.

A drop of rain fell, followed by a torrential downpour and rolling thunder.

The rainy season in the Westland had arrived early.

Dense rain driven by the raging wind hit hard, just like crossbow bolts.

Knight Maiko had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, getting away from the center of the battle between the two holy field powerhouses. Only then did he notice that the violent rain had subsided a bit.

While Duke St. Gregorian was in the center of the storm, a golden halo enveloped her body, shielding her from the wind and rain.

Roar-

In the roaring gale, a streak of teal axe shadow slashed straight towards Duke St. Gregorian.

Boom!

The sparrow let out a mournful cry, transforming once again into countless flowing fire patterns, diffused in mid-air.

The earth was cleaved open, revealing a deep abyss, nearly splitting half of Wind Whisper City in two.

Yet, Duke St. Gregorian dodged this earth-shaking blow as swift and elusive as a wraith.

The fire patterns closely followed Duke St. Gregorian’s figure, as if granting her a pair of flame wings.

The indigo sword light was like lightning in a tempest, slicing towards the colossal figure of Emperor Saruman.

However, the sword light only left superficial marks on Emperor Saruman’s body.

Boom!

Each swing of the massive axe seemed to carry the sound of roaring storms and rumbling thunder, utterly dispersing the sparrow’s phantom figure.

Although it could reassemble time and time again, each iteration was dimmer than the last.

The Knight Maiko, who was closely observing the situation, realized that things were not going well.

Because although the Orc Emperor seemed to be taking hits passively, in reality, Duke St. Gregorian’s attacks weren’t causing him much damage.

On the contrary, Duke St. Gregorian dared not take each of the Orc Emperor’s attacks head on and could only respond by evasively moving around the field.

This clearly demonstrated the disparity between their strengths.

Both were from the Holy Field, but due to their racial traits, the Orcs were noticeably stronger than other races.

In fact, Duke St. Gregorian’s best opportunity was that initial unexpected strike.

Regrettably, although the attack pierced the Orc Emperor’s chest, it didn’t seem to cause any fatal damage to him.

Now that the Orc Emperor had regained his senses, he was completely dominating Duke St. Gregorian.

This cannot continue.

Knight Maiko reluctantly rushed forward a few steps into the raging storm, but soon realized that he couldn’t involve himself in a battle of this level and reluctantly retreated.

However, after retreating just a few steps, Knight Maiko resolutely charged back in.

Because, in another earth-shattering exchange, he saw Duke St. Gregorian’s figure plummeting towards the ground like a kite with its string cut!

Bang!

A human-shaped dent appeared on the ground, strands of gold light swirling helplessly above it, as if moaning in distress.

Knight Maiko rushed forward, gripping his broken long spear, fearlessly facing Emperor Saruman and roared.

Yet his voice was swiftly drowned out by the violent storm.

Emperor Saruman disdainfully glanced at the presumptuous knight, raised his foot and stepped down as if squashing an ant.

Seeing the enormous shadow looming overhead, Knight Maiko found himself unable to move to dodge it.

Under the terrifying pressure, the surrounding space seemed to solidify, locking him entirely in place.

Is it finally ending?

Knight Maiko thought stubbornly.

Although the outcome was tragic, at least he had done his best.

Knight Maiko widened his eyes, watching the increasingly looming foot overhead, mustering all his strength to thrust his long spear towards it.

But the next second, he noticed the foot had stopped.

The world seemed to freeze.

A golden sword light burst through the monochrome curtain of rain, piercing straight into the Orc Emperor’s eye!

Knight Maiko’s vision was flooded with the golden light. He strained his eyes to see what was happening, but even with tears streaming down his cheeks, he couldn’t see anything.

However, the angry roar of Emperor Saruman reached his ears:

“St. Lorenzo!”

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