Chapter 348: Kwak Jung Becomes a Vampire! (2/2)
He simply couldn’t move. He couldn’t talk either. Even his brain cells seemed to be deteriorating. He started to have hallucinations.
No matter what...
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Alfred.
“...”
Alfred, who was instructed by Kang Chul-In to maintain Blood Heal 24/7, had fallen into a slumber from fatigue.
“Your imperial Majesty… you must… achieve victory...” Seeing from how he even talked in his sleep, Alfred must have prayed hard for Kang Chul-In’s win,
There’s only one way...
Kwak Jung had no choice. If he could escape his current situation, he could give up his humanity without any hesitation.
Why? It was because he was a ‘human’. Kwak Jung was fundamentally different from Lee Gong-Myung, who died as the Agnaga’s over mind. In contrast to Lee Gong-Myung, who joined the Agnaga to take revenge and destroy the world, Kwak Jung planned to relinquish his human identity to prevent the apocalypse.
Wasn’t it ironic? Lee Gong-Myung was a graceful man who did not care about wealth and honor, whereas Kwak Jung was a man of greed. Strangely enough, the latter was trying to save the world.
His Majesty will take care of the mess...
Kwak Jung decided to leave the rest to Kang Chul-In and made preparations to charge towards Alfred.
There’s only one chance...
He couldn’t afford to fail. Alfred was a true vampire; any hesitation could ruin his whole plan.
“Your imperial Majesty… please...” Alfred was about to sleep talk again, when...
“Argh!”
Kwak Jung flung out in a blink of an eye and bit Alfred’s neck hard. With a chilling sound of teeth penetrating the skin,
“Hmm!?” Alfred woke up from his slumber, with eyes full of shock. “T-Tactician Kwak?”
Alfred was astonished. “W-What’s going on...”
It wasn’t painful. There was no way a true vampire like him could feel pain from a human’s bite.
“...”
Flabbergasted, Alfred stared down at Kwak Jung. Kwak Jung was almost inhaling Alfred’s blood in, so the end result was obvious. Since Kwak Jung drank so much of a true vampire’s blood, he would become a vampire in 5 minutes.
In fact, he wouldn’t even be a high-class vampire. In order to inherit ‘royal blood’ like Alfred, one had to undergo a special ritual. A simple consumption of blood could only turn one into a low-class vampire.
“Why are you doing this… tactician Kwak… huh…?”
Alfred decided to leave Kwak Jung alone. It must have been tough for him. Alfred believed that Kwak Jung had a message to relay that was critical enough to justify his desperate move.
Five minutes passed.
“Huk, huk...” Kwak Jung, who was now a low-class vampire, huffed and puffed.
“Tactician Kwak...” Alfred looked at him with sympathy. “Why...”
“Damn it, is that important?” Kwak Jung could finally talk like a normal human again. Not only was his prophet ability gone, but its side effects were also resolved without a trace.
“Argh!” Kwak Jung let out his frustration. “Damned geezer, you should have listened to me from the very start instead of rambling about a vampire’s life! I almost died of frustration! The world will be doomed if I can’t talk, so who cares if I’m not a human?”
“...”
“Anyways, it’s your fault if the world is doomed. Ok?”
Alfred had nothing to say. To be precise, he couldn’t find any suitable words. Why was Kwak Jung throwing a tantrum?
“Look here, tactician Kwak...”
“Will you just please shut up, alright!?”
“...”
“I’m busy. Let’s talk later.” Kwak Jung then hurriedly left the sickbay.
“...” Alfred was left all alone, dumbfounded.
“Argh!” Suddenly, Kwak Jung’s scream could be heard from outside the sickbay. “H-Hot!”
Alfred didn't have to look to deduce that a beam of sunlight through the window gap was burning Kwak Jung’s body.
***
Meanwhile, Kang Chul-In and his soldiers teleported to a point 5 kilometres away from Nosferatu to face the second coming of the Agnaga.
The air trembled and the lightning and thunder were relentless.
And, with a flash of light, they saw Nosferatum, covered with red pillars.
They are here.
Desdemona spoke.
That red light is a symbol of the Agnaga.
That was the problem. Rindermergel didn’t resurrect from a corpse. In fact, he had been asleep in another dimension and was being summoned to Pangaea. In other words, there was no way to stop the resurrection from happening. Therefore, Kang Chul-In planned to launch a surprise attack the moment Rindermergel and his army arrived on Pangaea.
“Can we go now?” Kang Chul-In asked.
Yes, you can.
Desdemona relied.
“I see...” Kang Chul-In nodded. He then alighted from Altaica.
What are you waiting for? Aren’t you gonna command your men to attack?
Desdemona inquired. Now was the right time. Valhalla had to attack Rindermergel and his army before they could restore their full strength.
However, Kang Chul-In, instead of commanding his soldiers to attack, was stroking the frozen ground.
What the hell are you doing?
“Give me a sec.” Kang Chul-In told Desdemona.
Soil, huh...
Kang Chul-In held Nosferatu’s soil in his hand. That was the Emperor of Blood and Iron’s habit. He tended to feel a place’s soil before any defensive mission. It was a subconscious act to reaffirm his resolution to protect the land… a habit befitting of an ‘emperor’.
Nothing much.
Kang Chul-In found this habit of the Emperor of Blood and Iron utterly pointless.
At that instant, with a beam of light,
“Y-Your imperial Majesty!” A man covered in a black robe fell from the sky.
“Who are you...”
“It’s me!”
“You are…!”
“Yes, it’s me!” It was Kwak Jung, who was now a vampire.
“Why are you here…?” Kang Chul-In was puzzled.
“That’s not the point!”
“What?”
“Never ever command your army to attack!”
“...?”
“This is a trap!”
Kang Chul-In could hardly comprehend Kwak Jung’s words. “What are you saying...”
“God damn it!”
“...!”
“Can’t you understand? Huh!?” Kwak Jung was crazy enough to even reprimand his superior. “That thing is a trap! A trap!”
“A trap?”
“If we go in there, everyone will die!”
“...!”
“Rindermergel? The ancient Agnaga army? Those bastards are not in there!”
What was he saying? Rindermergel and his army wasn’t at Nosferatu?
“What do you mean, Kwak Jung.” Kang Chul-In completely ignored the mutiny just now and asked Kwak Jung. Munity was the least of his concerns. All he had to do was issue mental training for Kwak Jung later on. He was more concerned with what Kwak Jung had to say at the moment.
“Elaborate.”
“It’s not Pangaea.”
“Not Pangaea?”
“It’s Earth!”
“...!”
“The second coming of Rindermergel and his army will not occur at Nosferatu, but on Earth!”