Chapter 480, Section 479: Wolf Transformation
Vesalius had not entirely disregarded the possibility that humans would seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike, but when he actually saw the city gates open, his blood-red pupils still contracted slightly.
This is illogical.
Alama's reinforcements were intercepted before they could even see the city, and the magical communications of Three Mountain City were completely blocked from the very beginning of the siege.
Logically speaking, the garrison in the city should have had no way of knowing that reinforcements were coming.
With me personally overseeing things, even if the offensive intensity isn't that high today, they shouldn't dare to come out and fight to the death.
What Vesalius didn't know was that this was all because Fifteen was currently begging Number Nine, whom he had brought along, to report on him.
However, even with the changing situation, the vampire prince remained steadfast.
His army was still far stronger than the garrison of Sanshan City, not to mention...
"careful!"
To Fifteen’s horrified gaze, Duke Brunus suddenly took a step forward and slashed at Archbishop Ditas beside him with his sword.
However, the archbishop, who had already secretly condensed the magic, was one step ahead of him!
Light Prison!
Countless greatswords formed from holy light descended from the sky, trapping Brunus in place.
The archbishop slowly turned around, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes filled with sorrow: "Brennus... how I wish I never had to use this magic on you."
Brunus, shocked, tried to break through the light prison, but the holy light burned his palm: "You...knew all along?"
“You’re still not careful enough. The number of spies captured near your camp is several times that of other areas,” Ditas’s voice was weary. “We’ve always hoped you would change your mind. But now it seems you’ve ultimately chosen to betray humanity.”
"Betray humanity? No! I've only betrayed the kingdom!" Brunus roared. "Our resistance has been futile. The dwarves and elves have broken their covenant and abandoned us! How can humanity fight the demons alone? The more we resist, the more people will die!"
His voice grew deeper, “Prince Vesalius has promised to preserve my title and lands, and my people will be protected as a result. This is the most sensible choice!”
He turned to the Sword Saint: "Elwin! You should wake up! With your strength, if you were to submit to the Empire, you would certainly be treated better than me, and you would definitely save more people!"
He didn't try to persuade the archbishop to surrender, knowing the empire would certainly not let the church off the hook.
In the sky, Vesalius echoed, extending an olive branch: "He's right, Elwin! By joining the Empire, you can not only protect humanity, but with your talent, His Majesty will surely be willing to personally embrace you! And as a vampire, you will have limitless possibilities, and your future status in the Empire may not even be lower than mine!"
Elwayne rested one hand on the sword hilt, stroking his stubble with the other, a thoughtful expression on his face: "Sounds...not bad?"
Fifteen looked over in astonishment: "Master?!"
“However,” the Sword Saint suddenly grinned, a sharp glint in his eyes, “I’d rather cut off your heads now!”
Fifteen felt a blur before his eyes as a sword light, tearing through the earth, grazed past the hem of his clothes and headed straight for Brunus in the prison of light.
Wherever the sword's edge passed, it left deep trenches in the ground.
Several blood-red snakes swooped down from mid-air and coiled around the deadly sword energy.
The aftershocks from the violent collision of the two forces instantly shattered the light prison, and Brunus was thrown several meters away by the impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Vesalius landed slowly amidst the devastation, his blood-red cloak billowing even without wind: "It seems that clearing away the blood poison has given you an unwarranted sense of confidence, Elwayne."
The Sword Saint twirled his sword: "That's exactly what I thought. You're just a giant flying rat that hides inside monsters and attacks with poison!"
Elwayne charged forward first, his figure like a sword, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him.
Before the sword's edge even arrived, its aura had already carved deep sword marks into the ground.
Vesalius spread his wings in fury, and countless drops of blood rose from the battlefield, forming a blood mist that then condensed into countless sharp blood crystals. He flicked his finger, and the blood crystals poured down like a torrential rain, creating a series of explosive explosions.
Each collision sent spectators into a painful throbbing of their eardrums, and the flying energy sent nearby soldiers flying.
"The Sword Saint's strength is nothing special."
The prince sneered, and the crimson vortex swirling in his palm suddenly expanded, swallowing all the light within a hundred paces.
In the dark realm, Elwin closed his eyes and concentrated.
The moon pattern on the blade of the Obsidian Sword gradually lit up, its clear light tearing through the darkness.
There were no special moves, but each sword light was like a new moon rising in the sky, and blood mist rose wherever it passed.
The two went from exchanging blows from a distance to fighting hand-to-hand. The ground beneath their feet kept collapsing. The sword saint's clothes were torn in the rain of blood, and the prince's cloak was also marked with several sword marks.
As Oborozuki severed half of the prince's bat wing, Vesalius's claws also left three bloody scratches on the sword saint's face.
Vesalius's chest heaved slightly. Although his words were full of contempt for the Sword Saint, he was actually on high alert.
However, after a fierce battle, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the true strength Elwayne had displayed.
If we don't give it our all, we might really suffer a setback here today.
When Elwayne drew his second sword, the prince's expression turned even uglier.
However, he still has a good chance of winning. This is war, and the outcome cannot be decided by a one-on-one duel between two generals.
As long as Brunus can hold off the Archbishop, the demon army can gather all its forces to besiege and kill the Sword Saint once they have wiped out the remaining human soldiers.
However, when thick hair suddenly sprouted from the gaps in the armor of those church knights, and inhuman beastly roars came from under their helmets, the vampire prince could no longer maintain his composure.
"A werewolf? You got your hands on that manuscript?!" He stared in astonishment at the grief-stricken archbishop, then burst into laughter. "Very well! I never imagined that this is how the human Church of Light serves the God of Light!"
The werewolf-like paladin not only intimidated the demons but also terrified the human soldiers.
Those soldiers who had complained just days before about the church warriors avoiding battle were now speechless as they stared at the furry beast claws and scarlet pupils before them.
Apart from Elwin and the Archbishop, only these church warriors themselves knew the whole plan.
Werewolfification grants them ferocious power, while the remaining divine energy barely sustains their sanity, turning them into controllable war machines.
But this balance is as fragile as a spider's web; bestiality will eventually devour reason. Therefore, in addition to the wolf-transforming ingredients, the black mist potion also contained a potential-stimulating agent that could be lethal.
It would allow these church warriors to unleash the full power within their bodies before they die.
From the moment they drank the potion, they embarked on a shortcut to death.
And the power gained in exchange was indeed astonishing.
Despite being outnumbered, the demonic front was forcibly breached by the werewolf warriors' overwhelming charge, and even showed signs of retreat.
Sharp claws easily tore through the vampire's armor, and wherever the wolf's howl reached, the demon soldiers trembled with fear.
Werewolves, the archenemy almost forgotten by the vampires, have reappeared before them in such a strange way.
Lin Jun felt that she would probably be able to eat something good today, either a Sword Saint or a Vampire Prince, with the latter being much more likely.
...
While the Three Mountains City was fighting a bloody battle, subtle changes that would influence the course of the war were quietly taking place in other corners of the continent.
After a fierce battle, the dwarven army finally reclaimed the ravaged Goldenflame City from the rampaging elemental spirits.
When the last elemental creature, burning with flames, was forced back into the depths of the dungeon, they did not press their advantage but instead sealed the entrance to the dungeon with molten orogen.
Under the personal leadership of the Dwarf King, the army, full of fighting spirit, suddenly changed direction and headed west, a steel torrent pointing straight at the border of the demon race.
This belated reinforcement has finally embarked on its journey to support humanity.
For example, after the crimson sky set off from Mulin Fortress, it headed south all the way, finally crossing the High Fortress and heading towards the Three Mountains City.
For example, on the west coast of the kingdom, which was in a state of semi-collapse, a gray mist began to encroach on the land...
(End of this chapter)
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