Chapter 339: Youth from the Summit of Peaks (1/2)
[Volume 5 – A Distance Within Reach]
The werewolf’s chest rapidly rose and fell, but each violent breath caused more blood to flow out of his injuries. He said with great difficulty, “The Summit of Peaks won’t let you have your way!”
Duras laughed out loud. “How will the Summit of Peaks ever know if I kill you now? You stinking dogs never use your brains, haha!”
He walked toward the young werewolf Schiller, pointed his blade at the latter’s chest, and said coldly, “You really know too much and even saw some things you should have never seen. Now, die!”
But just as Duras was about to pierce down with his sword, he felt a feeling of inexplicable danger. At the moment of life and death, he could only do his utmost to move his body and leap to one side.
However, he felt his lower back burn as his entire body flew out as though it had been smashed by a heavy hammer. All he managed to do was let out an anguished cry.
Another speck of silver light appeared in the air and caught up to Duras in the blink of an eye. The vampire viscount could not even scream this time as the bullet entered his abdomen and burned a fist-sized hole through him.
The size of the wound was only a minor issue. The wounded area, however, felt as if it were burning, and the pain it brought about was unusually severe. Duras was immediately shocked out of his wits because this was a sign of mithril entering the body. With his strength, the two injuries he had received just now weren’t lethal despite being quite serious, but he would die without a doubt if mithril had gone into the wound.
Even someone born of the twelve great vampire clans like Duras was at his last breath after being shot in two vital areas with Mithril Bullets of Exorcism.
The other vampires were completely caught off-guard—the calamity had struck too abruptly, and only after Duras had been shot twice did they look up at the crown of the tree where the two Mithril Bullets of Exorcism had been fired from.
Qianye had already leapt backward and landed behind the tree by the time the vampires looked up.
At this moment, two vampires ran toward Duras, while the rest charged toward the big tree. A number of them jumped up mid-way, drew their vampire longswords, and hacked toward the crown of the tree.
Qianye flashed out from behind the tree. The Twin Flowers rumbled continuously as he fired off four continuous shots. Four vampires collapsed amidst miserable screams, either dead or on the verge of demise.
After firing four continuous shots, Qianye put away the Twin Flowers, drew his Scarlet Edge, and pounced directly towards the closest vampire warrior. The latter had just reached rank-six and couldn’t even take a single move from Qianye.
The Scarlet Blade trailed a vaguely discernible shadow as it pierced swiftly through the vampire’s heart. After a successful strike, Qianye immediately pulled out the blade and turned toward another vampire.
This one was a blood esquire. He had long since drawn his sword in a vigorous stance and immediately thrust forward after seeing Qianye charge toward him. The presence of his sword intent was fairly stern, indeed the style of an ancient clan. However, Qianye deflected it with a wave of his bare left hand and smashed his face ruthlessly!
The blood esquire’s entire face caved in under Qianye’s viscount-level power and immediately collapsed on the ground.
At this time, a series of sanguineous light exploded on Qianye’s body as he was bombarded by numerous origin bullets. But the high-ranking vampires had already been wiped out completely, and the remainder were all warriors below blood esquire rank. With Qianye’s defenses and powerful constitution, even taking direct hits would merely result in some minor injuries.
Qianye grabbed a six-barrelled Vulcan rotary cannon from Andruil’s Mysterious Realm, and a blue light emerged within his eyes. Wherever his gaze fell, low-level vampires would feel their hearts wracked with extreme agony as their movements turned sluggish. The Vulcan cannon in his hand roared madly amidst a tempest of whistling metal, mowing down all the vampire warriors one by one.
The Vulcan cannon in Qianye’s hand was an outstanding remodeled weapon that used special high-caliber ammunition. It possessed extreme firepower at close range and was lethal to these blood esquires. As a gunpowder weapon, it could be used without limitation as long as one had enough ammunition and served as a great killer weapon in chaotic fights. Presently, ammunition was no longer a problem since Qianye possessed Andruil’s Mysterious Realm. Thus, Qianye had brought along a fair number of gunpowder weapons this time in order to deal with cannon fodder like servspiders, wargs, and blood thralls.
There was no longer a single standing vampire in Qianye’s sight by the time the Vulcan cannon stopped rumbling.
He drew his Scarlet Edge once again and walked around the battlefield stabbing through all their hearts regardless of whether they were dead or alive. On one hand, this action was to remove any potential trouble, while on the other, it aimed to absorb some essence blood in passing.
The warm flow rushing up through the Scarlet Edge made Qianye feel fairly comfortable. All these vampires came from an ancient clan and possessed purer blood energy compared to those of minor clans, even if their ranks were the same. In terms of efficacy, absorbing the blood of a baron from the twelve great clans was better than drawing the blood of a viscount from a small clan.
Qianye finally arrived before Duras after taking a trip around the battlefield.
This third-rank viscount glared at Qianye with intense hatred and said through gritted teeth, “You will suffer the full retaliation of our clan! You and your entire family!”
“I’m truly sorry, but that’s impossible.” With that, he pierced through Duras’ blood core with the Scarlet Edge.
Vast amounts of essence blood streamed continuously into Qianye’s body. Sensing his essence blood flowing out, Duras glared fixedly at Qianye and said in a trembling voice, “Impossible! You’re also of sacred blood.”