The First Vampire

Chapter 613: 611 appears _1

The collapse of the city gate signals the end of the siege and the start of a more brutal and bloody street battle.

Like a tidal wave, the orc army rushes into Wind Whisper City, smothering this western capital with a pervasive aura of savagery and massacre.

However, as the largest city in the Westlands, the city’s defenders still possess some fighting power, and a large number of knights and warriors who have survived from the front lines have gathered here. The resistance and fighting continue fiercely, but people in the city are well aware—

Wind Whisper City is doomed.

What follows is the total eclipse of Westland by darkness.

Crash!

Knight Maiko charges through several wooden walls and staggeringly forces himself back up.

His armor is significantly damaged, completely drenched in crimson blood, but it is unclear how much of it belongs to his enemies and how much is his own.

When the dust settles, Knight Maiko leans against a wall to step forward and carefully observes the fallen orc lying on the ground.

Only once he is sure that the orc skull-shatterer is lifeless does Knight Maiko breathe a sigh of relief.

At that moment, waves of pain course through his body, causing him to clench his teeth and grimace.

“Cough cough… Are you alright?” From the other end of the alley, Viscount Cast limps over.

Seeing the corpse of the skull-shatterer, he paused in fear, drawing his sword to behead it, as if to ensure its death was imminent.

“The city has fallen… What do you plan to do?” Asked Viscount Cast, his eyes filled with despair.

Knight Maiko picks up his sword from the ground, but seeing the multitude of cracks on it, he throws it away. In the end, he can only find a half-useable long spear and murmurs:

“Kill orcs.”

Viscount Cast looks at the determination in Knight Maiko’s eyes, struggles with his own feelings, and ultimately concedes reluctantly:

“I plan to go to Wind Whisper Castle and see if Duke St. Gregorian is there!”

Hearing the name of Duke St. Gregorian, a flash of emotion passes through Knight Maiko’s eyes, but quickly fades into stillness.

Perhaps to Knight Maiko, whether or not Duke St. Gregorian is present is no longer important.

The orc army has already penetrated the city. Even if Duke St. Gregorian is here, he could not turn the tide.

Moreover, Knight Maiko no longer wishes to think about him.

They had been called to Wind Whisper City by Duke St. Gregorian, but if he were not even in the city…

Knight Maiko feared that learning the truth would shatter his revered image of the Duke.

He had already lost so much, but he wished to retain a positive memory of the holy knight who led the troops against the current when everyone else was fleeing.

Viscount Cast watches Knight Maiko, who maintains his silence and leaves. He does not say much else.

Within this doomed city, they both struggled futilely, yearning for slight consolation in their impending deaths.

…

The bloody sunset reflects on the western metropolitan city with plumes of smoke billowing into the sky.

The countless cries of horror, roars, and sobbing whoosh out of the city along with the warm summer breeze. The scent of blood permeates the air, causing the Orc soldiers laying siege to the city to grow restless.

They all cast their eyes towards a towering figure, their emperor, longing for him to witness their lust for blood and carnage.

However, Emperor Saruman never casts a glance at his eager warriors. Instead, he watches the direction of Wind Whisper City as raging fires spread and consume more and more life.

Ultimately, an orderly rushes to kneel before Emperor Saruman and reports:

“Your Majesty! We have breached Wind Whisper Castle. Only a handful of guards and servants remain within, the members of the St. Gregrian family have long fled!”

“Fled?” A sardonic smirk curls the corners of Emperor Saruman’s lips, derisive yet tinged with regret. “Where could they possibly run to?”

Emperor Saruman steps forward, causing the earth itself to tremble and groan under the weight of his colossal body:

“Warriors of the Beast Tribe, wipe out all humans in this city! Offer their skulls to the Supreme God of Destruction!”

“Waaaaaaaaaagh!”

With a roar that shakes the heavens and earth, hordes of Orcs, like a surging tide, charge toward Wind Whisper City.

…

In the murky alleyway, Knight Maiko pulled a bloody chunk of flesh from an Orc soldier.

He had no idea what kind of meat it was, but even if it was potentially a part of a human’s body, the ravenous Knight Maiko had no other choice.

He crammed the chunk of meat into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

Fighting the urge to retch, Knight Maiko tried to regulate his sporadic breathing.

As his strength somewhat returned, Knight Maiko cautiously continued to move forward.

Another squad of Orc soldiers appeared. Hiding in the shadows, Knight Maiko looked at the bulky body of the leading Skull-shatterer and hesitated; he didn’t step out to confront them.

Even though he was ready for death, Knight Maiko would not act recklessly.

To kill as many Orcs as possible, he must select a smart approach to fight.

Scaling the yard wall, he entered a deserted courtyard.

Knight Maiko heard the sound of gnawing. Cautiously advancing a few steps, he found an Orc soldier who was kneeling and enjoying a feast on a corpse.

Shush!

Knight Maiko dived in with his spear, but he didn’t anticipate that the Orc soldier, even with a pierced throat, could still let out a desperate roar.

Hurried footsteps approached. Identifying the direction with cold precision, Knight Maiko once again scaled the yard wall and crawled into the alley.

After a spree of evasion, Knight Maiko lost his pursuers.

Regulating his breathing, his gaze roamed around like an experienced and ruthless hunter, searching for his next game.

But immediately after, his gaze froze.

Because he witnessed a towering figure, the chief culprit who had brought infinite disaster and pain on the Westerners—

The Orc Emperor, Saruman!

Knight Maiko’s eyes turned red instantly, and his breath grew ragged.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down.

Even though he was aware that approaching was courting death, Knight Maiko couldn’t take his eyes off him.

He knew that if he left quietly now to continue his previous strategy of persistently assassinating stray Orc soldiers, there would be even more that perished before he did.

But at this moment, gazing at the form of Emperor Saruman, a wave of uncontrollable impulse surged in Knight Maiko’s heart.

Charge at them!

Even if it meant dying at the hands of the Skull-shatterer, Knight Maiko wanted his fresh blood splattered across Saruman’s face!

He wanted him to know that the Westland was not in lack of knights willing to draw their swords against the Skull-shatterer!

Knight Maiko bent his waist, his entire being resembled a ready-to-pounce cheetah.

Then, he dashed out like a bolt of lightning!

At this point, all the pain across his body could no longer affect Knight Maiko’s movements. It was as though his peak fighting prowess was restored. His half-broken long spear resembled a crimson dragon in the sky, painting a ferocious arc as it thrust straight toward Emperor Saruman!

Closer, even closer!

Knight Maiko could already see the gazes from Emperor Saruman, they were the contemptuous glare of an elephant looking at an ant.

But Knight Maiko did not back down. In his last moments of life, he had decided to burn himself out, shining as brightly as a Westland Knight!

Seemingly in a daze, Knight Maiko thought he saw a blinding flash of light from the setting sun at the horizon. As though a massive Golden Beak Kite was swooping down from within the intense luminance.

Everything suddenly grew quiet in the world, even the wind ceased.

Originally resigned to his fate, Knight Maiko saw a breathtakingly radiant figure reflected in the pupils of his eyes —

Duke St. Gregorian!