The First Vampire

By then, Colin had completely transformed.

His body had swelled to five meters high, his rough skin was covered with fierce scales, a pair of large black bat wings spread out behind him, wisps of blood fog filled the air, and enveloped his skull, making it difficult to see his true face.

Duke St. Gregorian was stunned for a moment.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that there were only two of them on the top floor of the castle, she would have thought her opponent had changed.

“So, you are the Winged Knight!” Duke St. Gregorian suddenly realized.

Colin didn’t answer.

He merely gathered energy silently.

In his True Blood Form, he should be able to defeat a severely wounded Holy Knight.

Colin felt a strong urge deep in his heart, chose not to suppress it anymore.

In an instant, a large ball of black shadow unfolded from Colin’s wings.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh––

Countless black threads, like streaks of light, darted toward Duke St. Gregorian from all directions.

The black threads intertwined to form a screen of light that enclosed Duke St. Gregorian.

But Duke St. Gregorian remained calm, she slowly raised her sword in front of her.

The next moment, her pupils instantly turned pure gold, devoid of any rational emotion, like the divine being who had come to judge the world.

Pop!

The black screen of light cracked open a golden slit, and then, countless slits crawled all over the screen.

Boom!

The screen shattered in a loud explosion, and numerous golden light spots continued to converge, forming a red sparrow that seemed capable of incinerating everything in the world.

“Repent, Colin Angler!”

Whoosh!

A fiery red arrow shot out from the sparrow’s mouth, forming a menacing arc in mid-air as it flew directly toward Colin.

In an instant, Colin felt the threat of death.

Yes, death.

Since coming to this world, his chest had been pierced, his heart burst, and he had suffered countless wounds of varying degrees, but due to the immortality of the Blood Clan, he had never felt he would die.

But at this moment, he truly felt the threat of death!

“Save me!”

Having finally underestimated the power of the Holy Knight, Colin quickly backed down at this crucial moment.

Whoosh!

A figure of the White Wolf suddenly appeared in front of Colin. Faced with the Holy Knight’s full-out attack, he quickly summoned his Holy Warrior Blood Slave.

What surprised him, however, was the red light arrow that had shot out from the sparrow’s mouth suddenly made a turn in the air—

Boom!

Colin turned his head foolishly to the side, only to see a bottomless pit appear next to him.

The Holy Warrior Blood Slave he had urgently summoned hadn’t blocked anything at all…

After making this attack, Duke St. Gregorian on the other side could no longer bear the deterioration of his injuries and fell straight down.

Colin came out from behind the Holy Warrior Blood Slave, walked to Duke St. Gregorian, and asked unsurely:

“Just now… why did you deliberately hold back?”

Duke St. Gregorian was in a terrible state at this time, and a large amount of golden blood was seeping out of the cracks in his body. He couldn’t stop it.

He gave a sad smile and said:

“In the end, I still don’t want to kill you… Maybe I still want to leave some hope for the Empire.

Also, even if I hadn’t changed the trajectory of that attack, you had ways to deal with it, didn’t you?

Ha ha, who would’ve thought, Colin Angler, you have so many cards up your sleeve.”

Colin looked at Duke St. Gregorian, whose face was filled with complex emotions. He said a bit resentfully:

“If you didn’t want to kill me, why did you have to go all out like this? Wouldn’t it be better to save your strength to kill the Orc Emperor?”

“You’re right.” Duke St. Gregorian nodded. At this moment, she seemed to have finally regained her calm and composure. “I was blinded by anger, but if you were in my position, realizing everything you’ve guarded has been destroyed, it would be hard for you to remain rational…

But, I still want to advise you one last time.

Retreating can be addictive, and you may even make various seemingly reasonable excuses to beautify it, decorate it, and consider it the only viable strategy.

But no matter how much you retreat, one day, you will still have to face your fears.

Remember, to reach the pinnacle of the Way of the Knight, you must never retreat!”

Colin looked at the dying Duke St. Gregorian, who was rambling on and on about her advice, and felt a mix of emotions.

Truth be told, he could understand Duke St. Gregorian’s anger and even madness.

If the roles were reversed, if the North Territory fell, even if Vera died at the hands of the Orcs, he probably would have become a madman hell-bent on revenge.

Marquis Garcia’s strategy seemed like the best choice, but he neglected the lives sacrificed as a result.

Those Westerners who died at the hands of the Orcs could be seen as sacrifices to his strategy.

From this point of view, how different was he from Mr. Ji?

Lost in his thoughts, Colin noticed that Duke St. Gregorian’s breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the spirit in her eyes was fading.

The golden blood covered the ground, making him involuntarily swallow his saliva.

He knew that if he waited a bit longer, Duke St. Gregorian would take her last breath. He would be able to taste the sweet scent of the Holy Knight’s blood and use it to advance into the longed-for Holy Field.

Of course, he had another option—

That was to convert her into the Bloodline before Duke St. Gregorian completely died.

That way, she wouldn’t die.

But he would also lose the chance to advance into the Holy Field.

Colin was in a dilemma.

Duke St. Gregorian quietly lay on the ground, as if asleep. Her gorgeous face, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled a blooming begonia flower.

After a long contemplation, Colin sighed. In the end, he bit down on Duke St. Gregorian’s delicate neck.