The light flickers and dust flies. The broken stone walls and complex colonnades bear witness to its former glory, but now they are the stage for a decisive battle between two powerful creatures.
This vampire man has a delicate face and elegant figure, but his eyes are full of coldness and selfishness. He held a dagger glowing with green light in his hand, the tip of the dagger flashing with a threatening light.
The battle begins. Michus waved his holy sword, and the light from the sword was like a dragon swimming in the air. Every time he swings his sword, it leaves a fiery trail in the air. The vampire man used his speed and strength to fight against Michus's attack. Like a dexterous cat, he cleverly avoided Michus's attack and at the same time launched a counterattack with his dagger. Every counterattack was like a cold wind in the dark night, sharp and cold.
They ran, climbed, and fought in the palace. Their movements were like a magnificent symphony, full of collisions of power and speed, and confrontations of darkness and light. Their battle made the entire ruins tremble, as if this ancient palace was undergoing an unprecedented test.
However, despite the ferocious attack of the vampire man, Michus did not show weakness. His eyes shone with determination, and every attack was like a bright bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky. His holy sword seemed to come alive, searching for the enemy on its own, forcing the vampire man to retreat.
Finally, after a thunderous attack, Michus finally defeated the vampire man. His holy sword penetrated the vampire man's body, and he fell to the ground, never moving again.
Michus swung his long sword, and every blow was accurate and cruel. Wearing bronze armor, he looked like a burning flame in the dark night. His eyes were firm and decisive, and he showed no fear in the face of the swarming vampires.
Those vampires have pale skin and red eyes. They feed on human blood and take pleasure in human pain. They sprang out from the dark corners and pounced on Michus one after another, their eyes full of cruelty and bloodthirsty.
Michus, however, was undeterred. He killed one vampire after another, each sword strike as fierce as thunder, each attack as swift as the wind. His body remained absolutely calm and decisive in battle, and his movements were precise and powerful, like a finely honed machine.
However, despite Michus's bravery, the number of vampires seems to never be exhausted. They swarmed like evil spirits, attacking Michus from all directions. Their talons are as sharp as eagles, and their movements are as nimble as snakes. This battle, for Michus, seems to be endless.
Ariel clenched the scythe in her hand and faced the group of vampires in front of her. Her heartbeat was like a war drum, echoing in the silent streets.
The moonlight reflects a cold light on her silver scythe, as if prepared for the coming battle, it is her only weapon against the darkness. Ariel's long hair fluttered in the night wind, in stark contrast to the thick darkness behind her. The light in her eyes is like the North Star, always guiding the right path.
The vampires were in front of Ariel, their ugly, rotten faces filled with mocking malice. They stuck out their long scarlet tongues, as if tasting the coming battle. They roared in a low voice, their tone filled with greed for life and fear of death.
Ariel waved her scythe, instantly cutting through the silent night sky. The sound of metal rubbing against air sounded in the dark night, like a warning of death. Her movements were as fast as lightning, and every swing seemed to be cutting off the chains of darkness and cutting through the endless chaos.
Faced with Ariel's attack, the vampires roared and charged at her. Their figures twisted in the moonlight, like demons from hell. However, Ariel showed no fear, there was only determination and courage in her eyes. She waved her scythe, forming deadly whirlwinds that drove the vampires back again and again.
The battle was fierce and long, and the streets under the night sky were stained red with blood. Ariel's clothes were fluttering in the night wind, and her eyes never wavered. Whenever a vampire charges towards her, she will swing her scythe to repel it without hesitation.
When Michus and Ariel thought they were finally close to defeating these vampires, an unprecedented fear enveloped them. There was an ominous atmosphere in the air, like dusk before night fell. The weapons in their hands suddenly became heavy, as if being pulled by an invisible force, making it almost impossible for them to hold on.
It was a kind of pressure belonging to the realm of death, cold and powerful, like an icy cold current coming through time and space, making their bodies unable to move. In their sight, a dark shadow emerged from behind the vampire team. It was a death vampire. His existence was like an abyss in the night, which was daunting.
The eyes of the vampire in death flashed with a cold light, without any trace of life. His body seemed to be made of the blackest darkness, exuding a strong aura of death. He slowly walked out of the darkness, his figure gradually becoming clearer, like a messenger coming out of death, bringing inevitable doom.
The death vampire raised his hand, and in an instant, a powerful force of darkness surged out of his palm, as if the abyss of night opened its huge mouth, trying to swallow Micheus and Ariel. That power continues to grow, as if it is tearing the world apart and swallowing everything in endless darkness.
At that moment, Michus and Ariel were instantly captured by that force, as if they were tightly held by a huge hand, unable to move. Their bodies swayed feebly in the darkness, as if they were being swallowed by endless darkness. The death vampire looked down at them coldly. There was no warmth in his eyes, only endless death and indifference.
This is the pressure of death, this is the messenger of death, this is a power they cannot resist. They looked so small and helpless in front of the vampire in death. They tried to struggle and resist, but to no avail. They are completely bound by that dark force and cannot escape this fate.
The death vampire slowly approached them. His fingers were like a cold blade, touching their skin and immediately making them feel a biting cold. Their bodies began to tremble, and the fear in their hearts surged like a tide that they could not suppress.
The death vampire's voice was like the icy night wind, biting and cold, "You will pay the price." His words were filled with the endless breath of death, which was a fate they could not escape.
The eyes of the vampire in death revealed his cruelty and coldness. He opened his mouth, revealing his sharp fangs, ready to bite their necks. They feel the passing of life, the gradual disappearance of their existence.
At that moment, their hearts were filled with endless despair and fear.
