Chapter 59 (1/2)

Raymond was a civilian folk on the border between Norland Empire and the Orc Empire, but unlike the others, he owned a piece of land under his own name.

While it was not much, it was enough for him to support his family.

But bad news always came without warning.

The orcish incursion this year came too early, and long before the village was ready, those filthy creatures had already entered the village.

Fear, despair.

There were no words to describe Raymond’s feeling the moment he saw the orcs.

While he managed to escape in time to save his life, but he lost everything. His wealth, his food all no longer belonged to him.

Raymond was forced to flee together with his fellow villagers, and their final goal was Grimm, that large city with a history of thousands of years.

Legend had it that there were nobles in Grimm that would give out bread and food during winter, and across the entire southern border, only Grimm gave him a sliver of hope.

Sadly, they could only cover the long distance on foot, and it took a very, very long time.

For ten whole days, Raymond met several waves of fleeing refugees from the border villages, and it was human nature for them to group together to keep each other warm, and Raymond graciously accepted them.

That way, more and more people gathered around him, but at the same time, they had less and less food on them.

Grimm seemed to be a destination too far, and many did not know how long they could hold on, and if they could survive until then.

Despair started to cast a pall upon the group, and Raymond, who was chosen by the refugee group as a temporary leader too started to waver.

At that very moment, giant bats that looked like demons appeared.

No one could forget the giant bats with their massive wings and menacing fangs that appeared when dusk fell, and the sun was beyond the mountains.

Goddess above, perhaps everyone was filled with terror that that very moment.

If there was such thing as a doomsday, then this scene was the extreme case they could think of.

When a vampire with bat wings floated in the air, Raymond even had a foreboding that slaughter and death would soon come.

If there was a list of creatures that humans feared and hated the most, then the notorious vampires would definitely be ranked in the top three.

These legendary demons that feasted on human blood had all of the factors that humans feared.

They were mysterious, bloody, cruel, bloodthirsty, and powerful.

Men protected their wives, while women protected their children as everyone trembled and awaited the judgment of fate.

Then, a scene that surprised Raymond unfolded.

The vampire actually called himself a Vampire of the Divine Light and was a race of vampires that were different from the evil bloodsuckers, and that they would not harm humans.

They were also going to take them to a city without war or monsters, or nobles that would trample upon and exploit them.

Goddess above, if not for the fact he had pinched himself hard and felt pain, he would have thought that he was dreaming.

Since when did the evil vampires in the legends change?

Anxiety, unease, fear of the unknown, and concerns about the vampires, all sorts of negative emotions permeated across the crowd.

But no one could object.

No one.

The huge swarm of bats that covered the heavens were still flying about, and Raymond swore their wingspans were ten rhents wide. On top of that, their razor-sharp barbs could easily pierce through a soldier’s armor.

Over a hundred vampires were still monitoring them with their wings open, and they were powerful enough to easily slaughter all of them.

Raymond chose to surrender. He had no choice. He was only a Level 4 fighter, and this was the result of his cousin who had been a mercenary constantly training him.

No one could fight against such a powerful group of demons.

Just like that, Raymond and the rest then embarked on an unknown journey on the backs of bats taller than a house.