The First Vampire

The war machinery of the Human Allied Forces was operating at full throttle on the chaotic and vast plain battleground.

The transformation of formations that had been rehearsed countless times beforehand, once initiated, left the Orc commanders confounded and at a loss.

It wasn’t until the human army fully encircled the Raging Orc Legions, small Blood Knight Army squads acting like numerous sharp daggers, slicing and dismembering the orcish formations, that the Orc commanders belatedly realized the real target of the humans—

They were planning to strangle the Raging Orc Legions!

The thought drove the Orc commanders to one conclusion—the humans had gone mad.

But when they saw the Blood Knight Army managing to shatter the front line of the Orc legions and penetrate their formations at an astonishing speed, they found it hard to believe—

The humans seemed capable of achieving this remarkable feat!

Some sober Orc commanders immediately understood; they had to rescue the Raging Orc Legions.

But the problem was, amidst the confusion, the Raging Orc Legions were already encircled by the humans, making retreat no straightforward task.

The Orc reinforcements attempting to offer support were also blocked by the main human army, preventing them from merging with the Orc legions.

So, despite the overall battle tending to Orc dominance, the heart of the battlefield spelled an unprecedented crisis for the Orc Legions.

The Human Allied Forces were like a deranged hyena that seized a critical point of an enemy stronger than itself and refused to let go.

Of course, as the elite force of the Orc Empire, the Raging Orc Legions fought fiercely and resiliently, even when their front line was broken by the Blood Knight Army and their ranks fragmented.

Each penetration attempt by the Blood Knight Army came at a terrifying cost, and the surrounding human infantry formations were continuously on the receiving end of desperate charges by the orcish legions.

The blood and flesh strewn battlefield was a horrifying spectacle.

Yet, at this moment, neither side was willing to back down.

This was a battle that would decide the fate of two empires, two races, and the price in blood and sacrifice was worth paying.

As the battle dragged on, signs of defeat were beginning to show in the Raging Orc Legions.

No matter their individual power or savage ferocity, faced with a natural strategic disadvantage, the Raging Orc Legions were beyond saving.

Increasing wounded and dead, the disarray of their ranks, and the fear of their encirclement gradually tainted their morale.

Once the army’s resolve wavers, panic spreads like a plague.

The Blood Knight Army squads penetrated the Orc ranks again and again, each incursion creating a horrifying landscape of corpses and blood.

Hysterical roarings and screams filled the air.

This spectacle finally made Orc Emperor Saruman unable to stay put.

Having suppressed Duke St. Gregorian, he intended to kill this holy knight first and pluck off Emperor Reinhardt’s head next. This move would surely shake the human forces and halt their momentum. ＲÁNＯΒÊS̈

However, this woman, the Holy Knight, proved stubborn and even, one might say, ungodly resilient.

Despite being gravely wounded, she had not lost her ability to fight.

Seeing his elite corps on the brink of collapse, Emperor Saruman let out an earth-shattering roar.

Roar—

The shadow of the twin-headed eagle in the sky rushed down, disappearing into the body of Emperor Saruman.

Immediately, Saruman’s skin began to emit streaks of green light, and his pupils jaggedly split into a golden slit, with countless golden specks spinning within.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

Time seemed to accelerate for a moment before returning to normal.

But this bizarre change struck everyone on the battlefield, humans and orcs alike, with dread from deep within.

Duke St. Gregorian looked at Emperor Saruman with surprise only to see an inky shadow gradually climbing up from beneath the Emperor’s feet.

The next second, her gaze met that of Emperor Saruman—

Boom!

Duke St. Gregorian felt her heart skip a few beats.

For Emperor Saruman’s pupils were now utterly devoid of feelings, intellect, and anything else that belonged to a living being, replaced by limitless brutality and madness.

A word flashed immediately in Duke St. Gregorian’s mind—

Madness!

Roar!!!!!!!!

The enormous sound wave rushed towards her, shattering the air it passed through like glass.

A momentary darkness swept in, completely engulfing Duke St. Gregorian.

The nearby space-time seemed to be twisted, softened, then shattered piece by piece, until it sank completely into darkness.

But at this crucial moment, a golden beam of light skimmed over the sky, like a sword, piercing the heavy darkness, revealing Duke St. Gregorian.

She dared not delay for a moment, immediately dodging a giant axe falling from the sky.

Boom!

A deep rift appeared in the place where Duke St. Gregorian had just been.

Emperor Saruman was frantically swinging his giant axe, like a ruthless death god, harvesting all life around him—be it human, or orc.

Duke St. Gregorian steadied herself with lingering fear and sincerely thanked the man who appeared next to her:

“Thank you, Prince Lexie.”

Prince Lexie looked somberly at the mad Emperor Saruman and lightly said:

“Don’t fight him head-on. Lure him to the orc troops and let him go mad there.”

“Good idea!” Duke St. Gregorian agreed, nodding her head.

Indeed, the sanctified Skull-shatterer in a state of madness was invincible.

Fortunately, he also had a lethal flaw—lack of reason.

An Emperor Saruman who couldn’t differentiate friend from foe was no different from a rabid beast.

It seemed a more dangerous situation, but it was actually easier to handle.

Prince Lexie and Duke St. Gregorian immediately went into action, constantly harassing Emperor Saruman and luring him deeper into the orc military formation.

This insane Emperor Saruman immediately became a nightmare for the orc forces.

To fight, or not to fight?

Also, even if they want to fight, can they hold their own against him?

After maddening, Emperor Saruman was truly unstoppable—Kill any god or buddha who stands in his way.

Anywhere he went was utterly devastated.

Even the two holy knights could only cautiously move around, always careful not to be hit directly by Emperor Saruman’s attacks.

With Emperor Saruman being led into the orc formation by the two holy knights, the situation on the battlefield changed once again.

The orc forces, which had an overall advantage, suddenly fell into chaos and panic.

Just how terrifying was the sanctified Skull-shatterer after madness, these orc nobles knew very well.

Looking at the besieged Warsong Legion, at this point, they had no intention of going to the rescue, but were beginning to think about retreating.

After all, they had already occupied large areas of Westland and Crimson Flame Territory. Why should they fight a battle that is already destined to fail?

It was unknown which tribe initiated it, but as soon as the first orc unit withdrew from the battlefield, it triggered an avalanche-like chain reaction.

In the end, only the Warsong Legion was still struggling in the encirclement.

Colin watched all this and finally let out a sigh—

The overall situation is settled!

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