Chapter 92

"He says he's going to kill us."

"What are we going to do? Didn't the Count specify that we should take him alive?"

"He wanted fresh, unharmed blood. Stick to the plan. Rueve, you go deal with him."

Watching the vampires chuckle in response to his words, he sprang into action, using a flurry of slashes to penetrate into their midst.

His sword sliced through the air.

Utilizing the shadows, he caught the legs of those who tried to distance themselves. Rotating his body, he formed an Aura Blade.

*Swoosh!*

A vampire's flexibility.

Bending at the waist, the vampires dodged the attack, all baring their fangs and crimson eyes as they tore through the shadows.

At the front was Rueve.

Short, shoulder-length hair, pale face. Rage flashed across her face, and she spread her arms wide.

Blood sprang from her wrists.

Splattering in all directions, it clung to her arms, forming two swords.