Chapter 367 The Long Night (VIII)

The raven's rage is silent, like death, deep and peaceful.

The Outer Ring was led by the Inner Ring. Hundreds of Inner Ring knights formed teams under the leadership of the Knight Model. Dozens of griffins seized the hegemony of the sky from the bats and nimble blood descendants.

The shrill screams broke through the sky, and the heart-wrenching roars made the panic-stricken militiamen find courage again, but their clumsy counterattacks were meaningless in the face of the growing number of vampires.

Well-dressed ladies easily climbed over the high walls and wooden railings, and a one-sided massacre followed. After the lovely women tore off their disguises, they turned into the swiftest monsters. Their pale skin and hideous fangs reflected each other, crushing the meager resistance of the mortals.

The silent, obsidian-wrapped knights drove their horses in unison, laid down their silver-decorated spears, and the half-griffins and the pitiful blindfolded horses galloped towards the sea of ​​the dead.

It's like a foolish person rushing towards a tsunami, or an idiot rushing towards a sea of ​​fire.

Even though the obsidian weakened the immortals' magic, Neferata was confident that she could conquer these mortals with strength alone. Of course, she would rather use charm, but unfortunately these Mor's followers denied her beauty.

This is not surprising, they have always acted like crazy.

The years of suppression and threats by Castain and Lahmia have failed to subvert this organization of fanatics. They are like cockroaches that are difficult to eliminate. After one batch dies, a new batch will emerge.

But what is the power of humans compared to vampires? What is the point of them working so hard to pass on this stupid organization?

Even the Lamia family, which is not famous for its military power, can easily break steel. Decades of hard training and practice by human knights are a joke in front of her. Vampires are naturally superior to humans.

Madness only hastens their death, and they shall not rest in peace, for the most skilled necromancers shall raise their husks from the night before them.

Of course, every vampire family will welcome the confused Raven Knight, and the vampire knights also need new blood.

However, these knights before them no longer have the chance to gain immortality. At best, they are only fit to be mindless knight puppets. This is still their honor.

Dark clouds blocked the sun. Darkness is the most powerful friend of the bloodline. There is no sunlight here to weaken the power of the immortals. This group of knights is just seeking their own death.

The vampire queen held up her fair chin with her smooth arms, while her maid sat quietly beside her master, watching this farce with the world's first vampire.

Yes, farce.

This is a boring game. When the strength of the two players changes drastically, the proud players will always feel bored.

Neferata drew the veil covering her face and withdrew the reward from these mortals. Her beauty was not given to the vulgar.

The old knight's gaze had never faltered at the woman's beauty. He knew that she was an enemy. His mission was to defend the rest of the dead. All the unjust people who desecrated the corpses were his enemies.

Ever since the cult came to its senses and began to actively fight against the undead with force, the Raven was born.

Ford is the inheritor of this flag, the defender of the cult, and the servant of Death.

At his side are the best warriors among the priests, whose mission was clear long ago - to rid the world of all undead, as well as the wizards and vampires who hide in the shadows and desecrate the dead.

For this goal, they have long been accustomed to death.

How many of the priests who had trained with him as knights were still alive? All his companions had died on the road, killed in the repeated assassinations and raids by vampires.

How could he be seduced by the charm of vampires now? For the sake of those names he had not forgotten, he would always be the enemy of vampires.

The hooves of the beasts shook the earth, and the torrent covered in black armor crashed into group after group of evil spirits that were rampant among the corpses. The ravens had received more arduous training than ordinary knights, and they were unusually tough. Even when their armor and flesh were pierced by the arrows of the undead and the blood descendants who pounced on their horses, they maintained their momentum of advancement.

The Lahmians swiftly pulled the knights off their horses and tore them to pieces in the blink of an eye, but their brutality never frightened the members of the Order of the Raven.

The Order of the Raven has always been known throughout the Empire for pain and death, and vampires have used countless methods to defeat them over the millennia, but they still exist here, and they still charge at the undead today.

More and more vampires are killed by lances. Not all ladies can withdraw from the battlefield in time. Just one mistake and an experienced vampire hunter will send the vampire to eternal sleep.

It was like a collapse at the first touch, a black torrent that crushed the bones and passed through the walking dead.

The bloody knights and their nightmare horses hurried across the river, trying to stop the desperate human counterattack, but when the blood and black collided, it was the red that was wiped out.

Humans overwhelmed the Blood Knights with their sheer numbers. Even though the arrogant Blood Knights possessed strength and speed far beyond that of humans, in a single blow on horseback, they were pierced by several lances and could only fall powerlessly into the dust.

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Maul touched their cursed souls.

All it takes is necessary sacrifice, just a few fearless comrades giving their lives, and other knights who are equally fearless of death will be able to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

The fleeting collision wiped out the smile on Neferata's face. Accidents are common in this world. No matter how powerful a warrior is, he will always encounter accidents, just like the accidents they have inflicted on the Raven Knights over the years.

This is a pack of mad dogs.

Only the best dog trainers can tame them.

Neferata's sedan stopped by the river, and her maid Naema meekly stepped onto the dirty mud and laid a silk mat for her master.

But she was unable to start the fun of dog training smoothly, as a long, horrifying howl that sounded like crying and roaring almost split the dark clouds. It was like the scream of a monster, and also like the timid howling of millions of people. The loud bang of the Anvil of Doom echoed Grimnir's roar, causing magma to break through the earth and burn the gorgeous clothes of the two vampires.

The king of Karak Kadrin rushed out of the darkness, stepping on a wingless monster that looked like a lizard and a dragon. Densely packed dwarf butchers shouted Neferata's crimes furiously at the end of the vampire's sight. The obscenities mixed in almost made the vampire, who was furious because of the indiscretion, lose his mind.

But the rune anvil that kept ringing deep within the dwarf army extinguished the vampire's rage.

This dwarven army was a little too large to be supplied by a fortress to the empire.

(End of this chapter)