10 The Vengeance
Dracula now stood in the center of the battlefield while being surrounded by a thousand soldiers from all sides. Yet, there was no sense of worry or fear on his face. Rather, he stared at the man in front of him.
This commander of the human army with a tall and muscular build, a grizzly brown beard and blue eyes while donning white and golden armor appeared in front of the young vampire.
The middle-aged commander had a face of a battle-worn warrior and his voice was crude yet authoritative at the same time.
As for Dracula, the reason why he was hellbent on avenging these people and the family from his new life…
Just because he had the memories of his past life didn't mean that the new life as Vlad didn't mean anything to him.
His family as well as his uneventful and peaceful life was just as real as his previous one. And now that both the memories were successfully merged, this revenge was his own whether it was as Vlad or Dracula.
And the man in front of him who rode an armored steed was the one who killed Atrian, his baby brother from this new life, the one he deeply cared for and swore to protect on the day he was born.
If he didn't avenge them… he'd not be be able to accept this new reality and move towards his upcoming goals.
So there was no way Dracula, the type of person who paid back enmity hundredfolds would let this human commander go.
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"What are you waiting for, you idiots!
Get rid of him quickly!" shouted the blonde and young captain who ordered his men to keep the young vampire women caged.
Swoosh!
But instead of charging at the commander or the captains and the squad leaders… Dracula used blood mist and in a few seconds, he appeared in the middle of the group of over a hundred soldiers behind his back.
Slash!
Clang!
Rip!
He cut apart and tore through the soldiers and their holy crosses which seemed to be affecting his body to some extent and again dashed towards the armed enemies while having both the shadow whips ready to attack.
"He's after the holy crosses. He plans to take them down one by one.
That whip and mist ability of his… that's found only in Royal Vampires.
How the hell did we get one in this place filled with weak and third rate vampire clan?" revealed and asked the commander as he quickly noticed Dracula's traits as soon as he saw the vampire strategically retreat and deal with what was weakening him instead of waltzing in like an idiot and die at their hands of strong warriors.
"You three, take care of him." commanded the man to the three captains that aided him in this purge.
Dracula appeared close to a young soldier and plunged his sharp claw inside his stomach and pulled out all of his intestines all at once.
"Charge!" shouted one of the captains.
But making no exceptions… an extremely experienced warrior like Dracula who could take down even millions of soldiers just by using a couple of skills, didn't need even an hour till he offered a gruesome death to these captains too.
And in the meanwhile… 90% of the enemy soldiers were wiped out as Dracula carefully appeared only in the weak spots and killed those holding the holy crosses and then finished off the mob soldiers as if he was fighting a bunch of defenseless toddlers.
During this indiscriminate killing, no one managed to catch him or even hurt him at all. It was as if there was nothing that could stop him from reaping their lives.
And the best part of this onslaught wasn't the cleanly cut bodies or bloodied ground filled with entrails of the humans… but how he made the commander watch all of it while doing so effortlessly.
He made the commander helplessly watch as one by one, all of his soldiers and comrades were butchered like sheep.
And finally, the commander who entered the fray long ago caught up to Dracula who was getting slower as the remaining soldiers used the holy magic skills and used the crosses to weaken this young vampire.
And as soon as they managed to encircle him after so many efforts, the commander started chanting as the holy aura from the crosses and various artifacts held by the priests started encapsulating his body.
"O' Goddess Elenoia, your devotee requests your aide.
Bequeath this righteous warrior a sliver of strength as I punish and eradicate evil in thy name!" exclaimed the commander.
And soon, an white and ethereal angelic figure with a sword that was 5 meters in height appeared above the body of this commander as if it was some sort of specter.
BOOM!!
The ground shattered in ten meters radius as a heavy strike from this guardian figure made a slashing attack and Dracula barely managed to escape it.
Clang!
BOOM!
Shatter!
Dozens of attacks struck and Dracula, whose whips seemed to have shortened dodges another deathly strike in the last second again.
And in just a few minutes, the terrifying enemy who killed more than a thousand of their comrades himself was now at the mercy of their commander.
"You sinners of the vampire race should know your place. This world belongs to us humans.
And soon, we and our church will take control of this kingdom as well." spoke the commander as he saw that Dracula couldn't use his skills anymore and was extremely weakened.
Huff! Huff!
Dracula was struggling hard just to breathe as he had run out of energy to even move. And now… he couldn't even stand up and knelt on the ground.
And as the commander saw his enemy thoroughly suppressed under the influence of his holy guardian form, he walked towards this kneeling enemy who couldn't even lift his head.
"Thou shall serve the penance in hell!" he shouted and lifted his sword high in the air.
Slash!
Kacha!
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Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
A squadron of horses marched towards a mountain range from where clouds of black smoke arose.
"I hope we're not too late." spoke the leader of this cavalry.
Meanwhile on the previously active battlefield… was a completely different scenario.
Thousands of butchered human soldiers were spread in the 3 kilometers region and over a hundred intact bodies were impaled on straight poles that were firmly fixed in the ground.
While in the very center of the battlefield was now a throne made out of the corpses of these human soldiers who previously massacred this entire vampire clan.
And on this throne, was a foot stepping on a detached head with a terrified expression.
This head belonged to none other than the Commander of the human army and the foot that was stepping on it belonged to a figure who was resting on this throne made of 20 fresh human corpses.
And this figure whose entire body was covered in human blood was none other than…
Dracula.
