NOVEL NEXT Chapter 270: Humans vs Vampires (1) Part 2
She was no reckless brute. Her movements were deliberate, her strikes measured. She was constantly testing him, adjusting, seeking weakness. While Thalion was caught in this intense duel, the rest of the chamber had erupted into chaos. His allies had all entered the battle now, clashing violently with the enemy forces. Explosions echoed through the stone hall, mixing with screams and the clang of steel. Yet none dared enter the inferno where he and the vampiress fought, an area scorched in crimson fire, lethal to anyone caught too close.
From the heart of that chaos, flares of unstable energy erupted outward. Crimson flames, born from Thalion's presence, ignited spontaneously in midair. They reacted violently to blood, flaring brighter upon contact. Vampiric spells that passed through the flames were weakened, their strength devoured by the fire. The vampiress struggled little with it, but other vampires found themselves scorched or denied their magic.
Kargul was the next to charge into the chamber, but he didn't go straight for the red orc. He had to carve a path through the vampire ranks to allow the other human fighters in. With a deafening roar, he slammed into the enemy lines, drawing attention away from the rear. Those too slow to move were reduced to broken bodies beneath his strikes.
Thalion's duel with the elite undead had created enough distraction for Kargul to focus on the lesser vampires. Before the arrival of the System, vampires had outclassed orcs and humans in every measurable way. But now, Kargul's power eclipsed most of them. Many vampires still believed themselves superior, unaware that their speed and strength were no longer unmatched. They tried to bar his path with confidence and died for their arrogance.
Kargul wasn't the only one tearing through them. Josh, in his grasshopper form, fought nearby. His chitin-covered body resisted blood magic, and his class made him a natural vampire killer. He was faster, stronger, and his claws tore through undead flesh with terrifying ease. The only real weakness in this form was his vision. The compound eyes gave him an expansive field of view but no protection against mental attacks that targeted sight. He had no eyelids to close, no way to turn away.
But Josh had learned from the past. After being knocked out and kissed by the witch, he had fortified his mind. Now, mental attacks had to pass through reinforced barriers before taking effect. His fighting style was raw and brutal, not unlike the vampiress Thalion faced. He didn't finesse his way through enemies. He demolished them. One strike was enough to kill. He wasted no time, no motion, and left only broken bodies in his wake.
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Jack, on the other hand, fought with precision and restraint. His squid form was far too vulnerable in a battlefield like this, too slow, too large, an easy target for blood spears. So he remained in human form, blinking across the battlefield with short-range teleports, using his telekinetic blasts to obliterate targets. He focused on backline enemies, the vampire mages. His rhythm was always the same: teleport in, kill, teleport out. But the second jump was shorter, and it left him vulnerable. That's why Jack stayed near Kargul and the human lines, always aware of the blood witch who had nearly ended him before.
Evelyn remained at the rear, calm and focused. Her role was support, casting protective barriers, mending wounds, and deflecting ranged attacks. Each of her spells shimmered like glass shields, absorbing the force of blood magic and saving lives. Jakob fought like Kargul, carving a brutal path through the undead, though he used no weapon—his bare hands were enough. Annie stayed at his side, methodically slaying vampires with sharpened icicles and water blades.
With reinforcements entering the chamber and the elite undead no longer hunting Thalion, the battlefield balanced. The two armies turned their fury on each other, the air thick with blood, flame, and the stench of death.
A bellow thundered across the battlefield. "Yes! Finally! Vorlok, get over here. It's time for our rematch!"
Kargul's aura exploded outward as he activated his boosting skill. His muscles bulged beneath his shirt, and the air around him vibrated like a struck drumhead. On the far end of the hall, the red orc answered in silence. A sinister red glow lit him from within. Mist poured from his mouth and nostrils, rising like smoke from a smoldering forge. At his side, the wyvern landed hard, claws gouging stone, eyes glowing with murderous light.
Red mist steamed from its scales. Then, the final piece of the confrontation arrived.
As soon as the business with Kael had been concluded, Kargul had sent a runner to get Vorlok. It wouldn't have been right to deny the turtle it's revenge against the wyvern. The massive creature lumbered to Kargul's side, eyes glowing faintly, jaws snapping with heavy metallic clangs, like a gate slamming shut.
The two forces moved forward, slow at first, their power radiating in waves. And then, in the next heartbeat, they collided.
All sound vanished in that instant, drowned out by the deafening force of their charge.