The First Vampire

Chapter 615: 613 Failure_1

Above the sky of Wind Whisper City, a figure bathed in a blinding holy light.

At this moment, he seemed even more dazzling than the midday sun.

A great shadow gathered behind him, like a pair of golden wings blocking out the sun.

“My heart is the holy spirit, my heart is light, when my heart fears nothing, the light can illuminate everything!”

The grand, indifferent sound of prayer seemed to come from the distant horizon.

The next moment, the light enveloped everything.

Knight Maiko felt as if his five senses were sealed at that instant, unable to see or hear anything… but he knew already the identity of the newcomer.

The Holy Knight from the Holy Lorenzo family of the Radiant Empire – Prince Lexie!

Although this Holy Knight from the Lorenzo family had long been discredited for plotting against his own uncle, the Imperial Senate’s Governor, and been stripped of his princely title and exiled from Dragon City, he still held an important position in the hearts of the Empire’s Knights.

After all, he was a Holy Knight, a pinnacle of human martial power, and the ultimate goal of every knight’s dream.

Now, with the massive invasion of the orcs, the Radiant Empire was on the brink of destruction, and humans were at a critical moment of life and death. This controversial Holy Knight had emerged nonetheless and dealt the strongest blow to the Orc Emperor.

The holy light filling the heavens gradually dispersed, and Knight Maiko could finally see some things clearly.

To his surprise, he found that one of the eyes of the seemingly invincible Orc Emperor was now a hollow cavity.

The furious roar shook the heavens and the earth, but it was tinged with a hint of fear.

Under the successive attacks of two human Holy Knights, Emperor Saruman was severely injured at last.

However, the storm intensified, raindrops shattered by the fierce wind turned into mist, stirred by the violent airflow to rotate rapidly, unable to evaporate and disperse, they gathered more and more until it became a hurricane sweeping the land.

Countless houses were destroyed, numerous humans, and even orcs became victims of this disaster, the world suddenly changed, looking like the scene of the apocalypse.

“You will all die!”

Emperor Saruman’s furious roar echoed in the sky, a large two-headed eagle appeared and disappeared within the dark cyclone.

That was the embodiment of the God of Destruction, the scene predicted by the Apocalypse Prophecy.

Destruction and terror completely enveloped Wind Whisper City.

Even though Knight Maiko had already accepted the prospect of death, a sense of irresistible fear welled up from the depths of his heart. Just then, he heard Prince Lexie’s indifferent voice ringing in his ear:

“Take Duke St. Gregorian away!”

Knight Maiko instantly understood that even at this point, Prince Lexie still did not have the confidence to defeat Emperor Saruman. Instead, he was thinking of retreating.

“Alright!” Knight Maiko would not refuse, of course. Although he was prepared to die, he understood that saving Duke St. Gregorian was the priority.

As long as the holy power of humans still existed, there was hope for a counterattack.

Knight Maiko suddenly found the pressure on himself diminishing greatly, understanding this was likely the protection Prince Lexie had granted him.

Without thinking much, Knight Maiko turned and rushed into the huge pit behind him.

Inside the pit, Duke St. Gregorian lay there quietly. His entire armor was already badly damaged, exposing large areas of crystal clear skin. But these once flawless skin were now covered with terrifying cracks, making the present Duke St. Gregorian look like a porcelain doll about to shatter, as if he would break with a single touch.

“Your Grace, are you alright…” Knight Maiko was somewhat hesitant to touch Duke St. Gregorian, partly due to respect for his goddess, and partly due to fear of exacerbating the other’s injuries.

Duke St. Gregorian did not respond to Knight Maiko, only staring in the direction of the Orc Emperor.

There, Prince Lexie was already completely suppressed by Emperor Saruman.

The terrifying strength unleashed by the Holy Skull-shatterer made everyone tremble in fear. Emperor Saruman now seemed like a devastating demon, with the entire Wind Whisper City trembling beneath him.

Knight Maiko realised he could not hesitate any longer. He immediately hoisted Duke St. Gregorian onto his back and ran towards the city’s outskirts.

Regardless of the ensuing havoc, the sudden storm, and the raging winds, Knight Maiko didn’t look back even once.

The nearby Orcs had clearly already targeted Duke St. Gregorian, and seeing her gravely injured, they immediately surrounded her.

But at the same time, the human Knights, soldiers, and even the commoners within the city had also noticed Duke St. Gregorian, and rushed forward recklessly to help hold back the Orcs.

The street battle that had temporarily ceased due to the clash of the Holy Field’s powerhouses resumed, and it became even bloodier and more brutal.

Knight Maiko was desperately running, daring not to stop, for fear of being entangled by the Orcs, then trapped within the city.

“Put me down…”

Knight Maiko heard the weak voice of Duke St. Gregorian behind him.

“I won’t abandon the people of Westland!”

However, Knight Maiko didn’t stop his steps, and said, “My lord, anyone of us can die in Wind Whisper City, but you cannot!”

He looked at the blocked alley exit ahead, and with a dash, he rammed into the wall on the side.

Blood blurred Knight Maiko’s vision, but his steps were exceptionally firm.

Duke St. Gregorian seemed to understand the determination of this nameless Westland Knight, and didn’t say anything more.

Finally, the two arrived at the East City Gate.

However, Knight Maiko was devastated to discover that the City Gate had long been controlled by the Orc army.

A dense mass of Orc soldiers were howling crazily, waving their swords and axes, and rushing up.

Knight Maiko gripped the half stick of his long spear, then charged up without any hesitation.

At this moment, there wasn’t an ounce of fear in his heart. The only thing was regret that he couldn’t escort Duke St. Gregorian out of the city.

Facing the oncoming savagery and madness, Knight Maiko calmly sidestepped, and stabbed the spear tip into the throat of an Orc soldier.

But more soldiers swept up like a tide.

Knight Maiko calmly pulled out his spear, and thrust it again.

Giant axes cut towards him from all around, but Knight Maiko was no longer planning to dodge.

Because he couldn’t dodge them all.

His eyes were fixed on the Orc soldiers in front of him, and he had only one thought in his mind—

Kill one more!

Shick!

The spear thrust into an Orc soldier’s chest, but it caught on bone.

Knight Maiko sighed silently to himself and reluctantly closed his eyes.

But the next moment, he didn’t feel the blades and axes as he had expected.

Instead, he was drenched in searing hot blood.

Knight Maiko licked his lips.

The terrible stench was the filthy blood of the Orcs!

He opened his eyes to see a familiar figure had appeared beside him.

“St. Hilde… Mr. Ji?” Knight Maiko didn’t know how to address this infamous figure in the radiant Empire for a moment.

Mr. Ji glanced at Knight Maiko, revealing a small smile:

“Let’s go, we’ll leave the city first.”