Volume 4 copy Chapter 7: Survival from Despair (Part 1)
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed that the omnipresent majesty of the Supreme God Darmos would allow such an evil place to exist.
On the second underground floor of the forest mausoleum is the temple dedicated to the ruler and guide of the underworld, the majestic and cold protector of the eternal world, the goddess of death, Tefli Milans. People hope that this goddess, who shows mercy with death and protects souls with silence, will treat the loyal souls of the warriors she guides well, so this temple was built at the bottom of the underground tomb to show respect.
But now, this sacred temple, which should have been solemn and dignified, is filled with a strong smell of corruption. In the corners of the walls, under the temple pillars, and even next to the statue of the goddess of death, countless corpses are piled up in a heinous and brutal way. These corpses have dried up and hardened, and there is not a trace of moisture on their bodies. The loose skin is loosely wrapped around the bones, making it impossible to identify their gender and identity. But even so, you can still find expressions of infinite fear and despair on those dry faces. The pain they suffered in the last moment of their lives is deeply engraved on their dry bones, turning them into shocking sculptures.
These corpses were completely naked, and it was obvious that their deaths were undignified. Rusty chains passed through their shoulder blades, connecting them into an ugly string. The dim, turbid liquid exuded a strong stench and flowed freely on the ground. Some of the corpses had begun to rot and mold, while others had simply corroded into dust.
Some vampires were scattered around the hall. They were all viscount and baron monsters, wearing noble dresses with tassels. Besides them, there were many "vampire princesses" dressed in enchanting and wanton looks. These evil men and women who ate human flesh gathered together, caressing and kissing each other without anyone around, and even biting their sharp teeth into each other's necks to suck blood. The bright red liquid slowly flowed down the lips and teeth, drawing a series of enchanting and evil blood lines. These disgusting guys seemed to enjoy this cruel intimacy very much. They laughed strangely from time to time, showing an intoxicated expression. At this moment, blood and lust, death and tyranny were intertwined, giving birth to a deformed and twisted gloomy atmosphere that made people want to nauseate.
"Shh..." Chang Sanjiao whistled frivolously, "...Now I know why minors are not allowed to register an account..."
I could not remain calm and optimistic like my orc friend. My heart was swelling violently. A fire called "anger" was burning in my chest, burning my breath. My hands tightly grasped the weapon, and my knuckles became pale and numb due to excessive force. Yes, I could not tolerate it. I could not tolerate the existence of such tyranny and evil. I could not tolerate these vicious creatures to continue to exist in the world.
For the first time, an unstoppable desire for killing rose in my heart: I wanted to get rid of these human-shaped beasts, leaving no one behind; I wanted to personally take back the blood and flesh they had sucked, and avenge those who had died at their hands. If the deaths I had caused on the way here were only because of orders, missions, and hostility caused by different positions, then now, I was pursuing slaughter completely out of my own will.
At this time, a vampire princess pulled out a shivering body from the pile of corpses. This was a young boy, but I could not see a trace of sunlight on his fair face. He screamed in shock, but he was powerless to stop the vampire princess from inserting two sharp teeth into his throat. The vampire sucked and swallowed the warm liquid with life into his mouth. At first, the boy was still struggling, and his legs kept kicking as if to vent his pain. But soon, the kicking turned into twitching, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped. When the vampire got up with satisfaction, the originally handsome and pale boy had completely turned into a hollow skeleton. The female ghost who had just sucked the human blood laughed loudly, looking proud and satisfied.
This scene made the anger that had been accumulating in my heart burst out completely.
I don't know when I rushed into the enemy camp. I only know that when I regained my sanity, I had already killed my way to the front of the vampire ghost. I don't know how many vampires I attracted with my reckless charge. They were all behind me, roaring and surrounding me. I had no time to think. Witnessing the miserable death of the boy made it difficult for me to remain silent. Apart from cutting the vampire princess into pieces, I had no other thoughts in my mind.
The vampire princess was wearing a violet satin evening gown with two thin straps on her shoulders and a V-shaped slanted collar that showed off her tall chest. Blue eyes, curly golden hair, and a nice figure - no one could deny that she was a beautiful, sexy woman.
But what I saw at this moment was the ugliest devil in the world. Her bright eyes flashed with greed, her beautiful red lips sucked desire, her pointed fingers tore death apart, and all the beauty that people saw in her became hideous and ugly in my eyes.
"Oh my God, this guy is crazy. How can I fight him when he attracts so many monsters?" Surrounded by enemies, I was trying my best to kill the female vampire in front of me while trying to resist the attack from behind. During the battle, I heard the distressed complaints of Chang Sanjiao.
"Haha, who cares? I like this. Let's kill them all first!" Longbow Shooter cheered and rushed towards me. Before he arrived, the strange "Henghenghaxi" spell had already resounded throughout the tomb. The Tauren Shaman and the Elf Mage were encouraged by him and rushed into the crowd eagerly.
"A bunch of crazy people who don't care about their lives, just wait and see, if this continues, the group will be wiped out..." The Orc Wanderer stamped his feet and cursed angrily, then shouted in self-destruction: "Okay, kill them, and forget it. Anyway, there are priests and shamans, and I won't be the one to run the corpse to revive!" As he said this, his figure flashed and gradually melted into the shadow of the stone wall of the mausoleum. When he was seen again, he was standing next to a vampire's corpse with a bloody dagger in his hand.
Compared with the male vampire nobles who rely on weapons and physical combat, these female vampires are better at fighting with magic. In addition to the enhanced "blood extraction" spell, the female vampire I am hunting can also condense blood into sharp thorns and shoot them at me at a very fast speed. This attack magic is somewhat similar to the ice arrow spell in ice magic, but the attack power is slightly smaller and it will not cause freezing effects. However, she is not the only female vampire around me. When more than a dozen magic blood thorns are shot at you, you can never take it lightly.
In addition to the offensive spells, she also cast a defensive spell called "Blood Demon Armor". A layer of blood evenly surrounded her, forming a thin spherical blood film, with circles of enchanting red light flowing on it. This film absorbed most of my attack power, making it difficult for me to inflict a fatal blow on her in a short period of time.
However, although the direct attack was not effective, fortunately, the tearing damage caused by my "Sawtooth Ripper" would not be weakened by the existence of the magic shield. Under my strong attack , the life of this vampire princess was quickly reduced by half. Moreover, under the repeated weakening of my "Armor-Piercing Sword" skill, the color of the "Blood Demon Armor" became lighter and lighter, and it seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Finally, after a powerful swing of my sword, the defense of the "Blood Demon Armor" finally reached its limit, fell apart, and instantly dispersed into a puff of blood mist.
Without the protection of magic armor, this vampire magician was no different from a peeled turtle in the face of the warrior's close-range attack. I stabbed her to death in a few strokes, and kicked her teeth that were stained with the blood of the human boy.
I killed this cruel woman and eliminated the source of my rage. When I calmed down and carefully observed the battle situation around me, I immediately felt a deep regret in my heart. I found that my irrational impulse dragged my companions into danger.
