Vampire Battle Team

A chilling, deathly, and frenzied aura spread across the valley, seeping into every corner. Where the dark mist passed, zombies and skeletons rose from the earth, stumbling toward Allen. All creatures, whether the wild beasts roaming the valley or the birds and animals that dwelled there, instinctively recoiled in terror, sensing an overwhelming pressure deep within their souls.

Peak of the Ninth Rank!

Allen spread his arms wide, his eyes closed as he absorbed the vast, boundless energy ripples of the world. After thoroughly devouring the power of Sword Rain, although he hadn't yet broken through the final bottleneck to become a powerful mage, he had successfully reached the pinnacle of the magic apprentice level. The magic crystal and soul crystal inherited from the Lich King, Ovisis, still existed as mere shadowy forms, but their magical and soul powers had surged dramatically. Ancient spells like the Great Spirit Summoning and Great Devouring had grown in might!

"The Vampire Crypt?"

Allen chuckled coldly, realizing it was time to strike. Originally, he had planned to refine the Sacred Jewel of the monastery, enhancing his power before making a move. However, Sword Rain, the formidable demon hunter, had delivered himself to his doorstep.

Slaughter and plunder, indeed, proved to be the quickest path to cultivation!

After erasing the traces of the battle, Allen quickly departed, burning a large amount of magic crystals to teleport back to the distant Lich Castle. As nightfall descended, he mounted his Ferrari chariot and led his vast Lich army to the vampire lair hundreds of miles away. Unyielding like a mountain, devouring like fire—he either remained still, or when he moved, he struck directly at the heart of the enemy!

Thanks to reports from the perimeter patrols, the Lich army moved westward, avoiding wild beasts and patrolling vampires. Under the cover of darkness, they successfully reached the vicinity of the vampire stronghold. Slowly, more and more vampires appeared on patrol, their dark wings flapping in the night as they soared over the desolate plains.

"Stop!"

After passing through a narrow valley, Allen raised his right hand, signaling the Lich army to halt. With a swift motion of his black magic pen, he drew a quick, silent arc, sending a sharp spear flying out to impale a vampire scout hiding in the bushes ahead, killing him instantly.

These powerful vampires were skilled at concealing their presence, but they could not fool the sharp-eyed skeleton archers—nor could they escape the detection of the Lich King!

After reaching the peak of the magic apprentice's ninth rank, Allen's spiritual awareness expanded tremendously, covering several miles. The closer they got to the vampire lair, the stronger the chilling, bloodthirsty magical fluctuations became, as though a ferocious, ancient beast was lying in wait ahead. The invisible pressure made even Allen's heart race in alarm, forcing him to tread carefully.

With wings spanning three meters, black feathers interspersed with fine scales, eyes glowing red with bloodlust, and fangs protruding from either side of its mouth, the vampire scout was a terrifying sight.

Allen studied the dying vampire scout intently, then reached out, coldly pressing his hand to the vampire's forehead, absorbing his power and soul. In an instant, foreign memories flashed across his mind. With a sharp whoosh, wings of dark mist appeared behind him, resembling the spectral wings of a fallen angel, each feather exuding a frigid, ominous aura. With a slight flap, he whooshed to his Ferrari chariot.

"So this is vampire teleportation?"

Allen slowly opened his eyes, carefully sensing the power of the black wings.

The Great Devouring spell's ability to absorb an enemy's power, soul, and even their skills or talents was its most formidable feature. After forming the dark wings, Allen was like a tiger with wings, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered Isu to continue leading the Lich army forward. He then flapped his wings and vanished into the night, gliding silently along the ground, hunting lone vampire warriors.

Locking onto a target's soul fluctuations, he approached silently, striking with lethal force...

In just a few breaths, more than ten vampire warriors had met their end at Allen's hands, each without a single visible wound, only a small hole in their foreheads. They hadn't even seen his true face before the black light flashed, and their magic and soul energy rapidly disappeared.

As a Lich King, Allen's mastery of magic was beyond compare, and his close-combat abilities had reached a terrifying level. With each breakthrough in his cultivation, his physical strength was greatly enhanced! After devouring the blood and energy of the vampire warriors, his dark wings began to solidify, and his speed grew exponentially. He swiftly cleared the way for the Lich army, eliminating sentinels as he went.

Soon, a massive structure appeared before him.

On the desolate plain, there was a vast, seemingly bottomless pit. Through the opening, Allen could make out the silhouette of a grand building, adorned with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, and covered in mysterious, intricate runes. It didn't look like a lair, but rather a magnificent palace!

The Vampire Crypt!

The lair that housed countless vampire warriors had finally appeared before Allen, and as he gazed into the depths of the underground palace, an uneasy feeling swelled within him!

He had planned to sneak in for a closer look, but suddenly, a faint noise broke the silence. Looking up, he saw that a group of ruthless vampires had surrounded him. Unlike ordinary vampires, these creatures wore black-scaled armor and sported five-inch-long red claws. They flew silently through the air, moving with deadly precision.

A Vampire Battle Team?

Allen's expression shifted. With a swift stroke of his black magic pen, he instinctively cast earth magic, forming a heavy protective shield. As soon as the battle began, the vampire warriors howled and charged, their claws sharper than daggers. With a single swipe, they shattered the hard earth walls, their coordinated attack seamless and deadly.

"Kill!"

Allen shouted with a fierce roar, and his body suddenly split into fifteen shadowy figures, launching a swift and deadly counterattack against the approaching vampire warriors.

Thousand Strikes!

After devouring Sword Rain's power and soul, Allen had mastered his signature technique. Though the number of shifting illusions was not large, the attacks were far more vicious. Each vampire warrior felt as though Allen's true form was right before them, exuding an overwhelming pressure and an aura of death.

Thud...

One vampire warrior barely had time to cross his arms in defense when he was struck with a fatal blow. Before his claws could even touch Allen's cloak, a cold, sharp black magic pen pierced deeply into his forehead, causing his magic and soul energy to drain rapidly. His eyes widened in disbelief before his body collapsed.

The vampire warriors, born with the ability to teleport, were much faster than ordinary vampires. This team of seventh-rank elite guards was nearly twice as fast as the usual vampires. They thought they had Allen cornered, but to their surprise, Allen's speed was far faster!

"You won't escape!"

After devouring the strength of a vampire elite guard, Allen let out a low groan, his magical power surging. The dark wings on his back flickered with black light. The seventh-rank vampire elite guards were seen as invincible by many undead, but in the eyes of the Lich King, they were simply prey to be hunted—none of them would escape!