Chapter 198: Zong Qi's Eye (VIII)
Obviously, things are different now.
Ryan stumbled to his fallen comrade and reached out to pull him up, just as he had been pulled out from under the skeleton forty years ago.
Barry was as heavy as steel, and Ryan was too weak to pull him up.
The former captain looked at Ryan sternly, using his past authority to subdue the unwilling recruit.
There's no hope for him, just let him die here.
Ryan felt as if struck by lightning, and knelt down beside Barry at a loss. He seemed to have returned to forty years ago and become the young swordsman who knew nothing.
He had only gone to the battlefield to gild himself, and no one could have imagined that they would happen to stop a surprise attack by vampires.
But there was no time for him to hesitate, as more undead swept in from the fog.
Pastor Moore's low chant in the distance drove away Ryan's hesitation. He took a last look at his old comrade on the ground, stood up without hesitation and rushed towards the towering castle and the dense undead blocking his way.
Perhaps it was Mor's blessing, the fog made the undead lose their way, and they simply relied on their numbers to search for the living.
Ryan bypassed the undead and rushed straight to the rock foundation of the castle.
"A human?"
The Vampire Count's somewhat puzzled tone echoed in Ryan's ears. As the owner of the magic castle, he could certainly sense the visitors who entered the castle.
What surprised it was that the first ones to rush into the castle were not the powerful high elf dragon knights, nor the mysterious lizardmen, nor the followers of the sea god Manawe.
Just an ordinary human being.
The earl lost interest and swung his sword with the help of the space magic in the castle. The sword light flashed under the castle, and Ryan fell to the ground before he could react.
He was cut in two by a blow from above and was heading for More's garden.
No miracle happened.
More Mor followers approached the castle, and without exception, whether they were priests or skilled swordsmen, they all fell in front of the castle gate.
The desperate battle cry was their last echo, ultimately annihilated by the approaching dragon's roar.
For they were facing a monster of legend, the master of the Dread Fleet.
A fat ogre emerged from the fog and was about to rush into the castle, but found that the platform in front of the castle was piled up with broken limbs and body parts into a mountain of flesh.
The ogre's dizzy brain suddenly woke up, and he attacked in the opposite direction without hesitation, rushing back into the fog to rescue the "Queen of Tides", his employer, who was surrounded by the vampires.
The heat of dragonfire set the sea on fire, and the Dragon Prince destroyed the fleet guarding the Bloody Reaver.
The Bloody Reaver was sinking as more Thoros arrived beneath the ship, gouging countless holes.
The roar of the star dragon echoed with the roars of dragons all around, and the falling dragon flames mysteriously extinguished as soon as they touched the hull.
The dragons rushed towards the castle, but were knocked down by the huge force before they could get close.
They are just sun dragons, immature dragons.
Perhaps the Flame Dragons are brave enough, but their strength is slightly lacking compared to the powerful Silver Moon Dragons, and their scales have not been completely hardened.
Fortunately, the remaining power of the Vampire Castle is not enough to completely kill the powerful creatures, and Count Noctis is only hopelessly delaying his death.
On the left side of the Bloody Reaver, Manawe followers, with the help of phantoms in the mist, fought against vampires whose physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The woman in the lead had pure sky blue eyes and two rows of gill holes behind her ears, making it difficult for people to admit her beauty.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Arinasa Salty Blame would use her hair to cover up her own chaotic mutation, but the powerful blood guards prevented her from paying attention to these details.
Humans are xenophobic. Salty Blame, who was abandoned by his biological father and spent his childhood under the care of marine creatures, knows this well.
Her fish tail had been cut off long ago, and the sawfish teeth that served as prosthetic legs did not affect Yan Yuan's agility at all.
The blood descendant who could easily take out the heart of a mortal was unable to catch the girl who was struggling, and was instead stabbed by a mutated mortal with a harpoon.
Lightning strikes from time to time, striking the hapless vampires, but these immortals are all champions picked from thousands, and lightning cannot extinguish the supernatural vitality.
They no longer maintain their human form when fighting, and each guard becomes a three-meter-tall bat monster.
With just a slight swing of the spear, any mortal who failed to retreat into the fog in time would be knocked back dozens of meters.
The shocking noise of the dragon's fall made humans lose confidence. They seemed to be on a battlefield that was worthy of being called a legend.
But the humans, who became more and more cowardly as the battle went on, did not know that the seemingly invincible blood descendants had already been shaken.
The battle situation was not favorable for the Earl's guards. Although humans were vulnerable, their gunpowder still had some power.
To make matters worse, terrifying cold-blooded monsters would occasionally condense from the fog. The vampires tried to ignore these illusions, but when the illusions got close, they caused harm like real entities.
Half of the blood descendants died in the attack in the fog, and only three unlucky ones who were caught off guard were killed by humans.
Priest Manawe controls the waves and lightning, adding thunder to his weapons.
But vampires are not afraid of these. If it were a newborn vampire, he might have died completely without knowing why, but those present were all elites with thousands of years of combat experience.
They can fully develop their body's potential and take advantage of their physical fitness which is unmatched by ordinary humans.
Ordinary vampires would be foolish enough to be killed by weak humans, but Count Noctis's personal guards would not.
The oldest of these even witnessed the reign of the original Carstein ancestor and participated in several of Vlad von Carstein's attacks on the empire.
They were older than the count himself, but had surrendered to the rising maritime empire and succumbed to the talents of the newcomers.
In fact, the Count welcomes all the Midnight Nobles who come to surrender, which gives it a special place in the hearts of some vampires.
At sea, no one cares about their past misery.
The defectors of the Lamia family hid in the shadows. If any human ignorantly approached the shadows, the female vampire would bite their throats and suck their blood out in an instant.
The knights of the Blood Dragon family openly awaited the attacks in the fog, and used their superb skills to resolve all kinds of insidious sneak attacks.
Castain tried to communicate with the human, trying to persuade him to give up so as not to shed blood in vain.
There were even a few outliers from the Strigoi family. These descendants who claimed to be the Ghoul King possessed the strongest bodies. They rampaged in the fog like wild beasts, fighting in vain with the behemoths gathered in the fog.
The wild nature of Strigoi can hunt giants, but it cannot do anything to invisible magical creatures.
The last of the blood descendants, Nicholas, suddenly exploded, and they were completely defeated. The opponent's wizards defeated the vampire magic masters on the spiritual level cleanly and efficiently.
(End of this chapter)
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