The guard lost his target, and the sword continued to move forward, but it made an unusual noise. He seemed unable to realize what was happening, and was still looking for the enemy in the darkness that no longer existed in front of him. Uriel had used his short blade to separate the weapon that was full of traps, and sparks flew out from the metal friction. He bumped into the guard's chest with his shoulder, and the silver knife cut open the cooked cowhide at the joint of the armor, sinking deeply into his chest. The apprentice smelled the stench of blood and burning flesh as the guard was disemboweled and fell to the damp brick floor. But more guards surged toward him.
He immediately backed away from the body. Before another thin round stabbing sword came over, Uriel hid beside the open prison door and let the sword's guard hit the iron bars. He pushed outwards with his other hand, and the cell door groaned and rotated under the huge force, and the guards with weapons stuck between the iron bars smashed into more vampires. Uriel quickly stepped over them and slit the nearest throat with his knife. The darkness also seemed to be stained red with blood. Three people were chasing him. Without thinking, he drew his sword and struck the ground. The blood of his compatriots froze their paws together. As the ice grew and spread, the apprentice cut off their heads and completely froze the headless corpses.
Someone among the guards behind slipped and fell, and another bumped into his companion's armor. Uriel found an oblique angle on the wall, stepped on the stone bricks, and threw himself over the heads of the guards. He fell behind a guy who had no time to get up, and met his eyes. Those red eyes became darker with fear and excitement. The guard was still struggling for his fallen rapier, his armor creaking and twisting on the ice.
The apprentice stabbed him through the throat with a knife, and the tip of the blade nailed into the ice, preventing his body from sliding away with inertia. The steel gorget splintered, and fragments of bullets clanged against the guard's helmet. The sound reminded him. Uriel waved his other arm back, and a sharp magical light flashed in the darkness. The frost blade swept across like a half moon, smoothly cutting off the bodies of the two vampires. When he stood up, he pulled out his silver knife and took a few steps to avoid a sharp thorn that was pierced diagonally in front of him. Some of the guards who fell on the ground tried to grab his feet, and Uriel stamped their helmets with the soles of his leather boots. These sturdy and durable shoes made a dent in the iron helmet. The guy inside must have broken his nose, and someone let out a cry of pain.
But the guards who were the first to fall to the ground in embarrassment on the ice, but who luckily did not become Uriel's target, had already stood up again. Several sharp blades were as fast as silver snakes, aiming at the vital points behind Uriel. This feeling is as if your shoulders and back are pressed against a cold wall, and your body temperature is losing rapidly. The apprentice sheathed his sword and stepped back to the left, almost planting himself into the straw of the cell to dodge the attack. His cloak flew behind him and was torn by the sword's point.
My dodges are faster and more efficient than my enemy's attacks. In the flash of lightning, Uriel grabbed the crooked iron window grille with his free hand, and this thought flashed through his mind. The silver knife rotated half a circle in the palm of his hand, and his body rotated half more than it did. After releasing the iron rod, Uriel immediately exchanged positions with the sneak attacker. The two were intimate and back-to-back...but only for a moment. The mithril blade that the apprentice had prepared was placed lightly behind his shoulders with his raised arm. The vampire tried to hit his ribs with his elbow, but Uriel drew a small stroke forward from the back of his neck as smoothly and powerfully as if he were drawing a sword. Arm, bringing out the blood gushing from the guard's throat. Suddenly, the elbow hit on the apprentice's waist turned into a weak swing of the arm.
The corridors of the dungeon are filled with the panic of killing. Some tried to escape, while others fought to the death.
easy. Uriel felt like he was dreaming. He had never been so victorious in a training session at the Tower. The weapon in hand and the surging magic power urged him to turn back to the guard and start a new battle wantonly. Even though the vampire guards had suffered heavy losses, they had begun to retreat slowly.
At this time, a bunch of magical flames burst into his perception. The flames turned into meteors in an instant, and the air was stirred with manic power.
The darkness suddenly lit up again. Uriel suddenly pulled out the sword of frost, bringing up the violent wind and snow. He dropped the silver knife so that his fingers could clasp the handle. The mysterious blink of an eye is approaching, and the magic and power of the apprentice's body is poured into this magical weapon almost at this moment. He felt a kind of cold magic aroused from the blade, cutting into another mysterious mass as soft as blood. The two collided in mid-air, and the mystery was overwhelming.
The dungeon shook and rubble tumbled down. Uriel slashed through the blood flames coming from a distance with a sword, and the unfinished aftermath was blasted away. The iron bars and solid rocks were broken and overturned, and the guards broke through the air like hail and hit the guards. None of these guys could stand up, they fell to the ground rolling and wailing.
The person who cast the magic was a vampire dressed as a leader, holding a strange-looking stick in his hand. He stood on the stone steps at the entrance to the dungeon, looking as panicked as his subordinates. The apprentice could see his fear, not just from the other party's behavior of using magic in such a narrow space in a panic. This guy missed a hit and was slowly retreating, trying to distance himself.
I'm not just here to save people. Uriel did not forget this. The vampires in Screaming Castle are also his targets. The priests who colluded with each other in the church to sell their children should die, and the vampires who pretended to be adopters and bought young children as food rations would deserve death even more. These bastards have seats in the Oath Keepers League because they could drink the blood of animals and non-sapient beings instead of hunting down other mortals.
"Who are you?" the vampire leader asked sharply.
"How many vampires are there in Screaming Castle?" Uriel asked without answering. He walked towards the guard leader, and the mysterious feedback told him that this man had just changed his job. He almost forgot that he was also in this level of the ring. I never thought that one day, I would be able to use the difference in mystique to overwhelm my enemies.
"More...than you think!" The leader looked fierce but fell to the ground when Uriel approached.
A coward. Uriel commented in his mind. But a coward has the advantage of being a coward, and if I meet a cunning guy like Zachary, I will feel disgusted with myself. "Don't expect any guards to help you. Baron Posier is not in the castle, and no one is my opponent." He stepped on the leader's wrist, and the pointed wooden stick that was also coated with poison fell to the ground. "Tell me, how many vampires are there in the castle?"
"I didn't count..." the leader screamed in response.
"You scared it out of its mind." Sauron the Ring somehow found amusement in it.
"My degree of mystery is actually not very high. There is no reason why I would reach this level." Uriel was also confused.
"He is afraid of your sword," the ring told him.
Uriel suddenly realized and put away his sword. This sword is a weapon made by Joey using magic, and it contains the mystery of the Sky Realm. If the messenger hadn't allowed him to use it, I'm afraid the apprentice would have been frozen if he touched it. After switching to the equally deadly mithril dagger, the vampire leader's mood became more stable. Uriel felt that most of the sense of accomplishment brought by the victory in the battle was extinguished. Compared with his goal, this small achievement is nothing to mention.
After receiving accurate information, Uriel did not spare the life of the guard leader. He cut off the vampire's head lightly, and the broken blood vessels were scorched by mithril. The head bounced on the cold ice and rolled into the pile of corpses. Uriel followed his oath and killed all these vampires without leaving any one behind.
"It would be unwise to move forward," the ring reminded him. "Where have those bloodborn gone?"
"Probably to the east-" The apprentice paused because there was silence in the dungeon. Did they leave early? The cell was empty, not even a single prisoner. He couldn't help but raise his heart. The vampires are probably in trouble. "Mysterok?" Uriel shouted.
"Upward they went," the ring read.
Uriel didn't react for a moment: "What's up... Wait, you mean the castle? Gods above, what are they doing there?" The dungeon is safe now, but the inside of the castle may not be. Although confused, the apprentice still went up the stone steps. Almost all the original guards died under his sword. Uriel didn't see a single living person along the way.
Until Uriel found a familiar corpse in front of a half-open door. His whole body was covered in stony black ash, the broken leather armor he was wearing was scattered on the ground, and the sharp spear pressed against his shoulders. The body belonged to the Bloodborn.
There was damage to Rodenworth's ranks. They met their enemy, a vampire? Or the same blood descendant? For Gaia's sake, how could they leave me and come up on my own!
Regarding the unusual behavior of the vampire leader, Uriel guessed that his brother might not be locked up in the dungeon. These people insisted on going to the upper levels of the castle...but where did they leave the dungeon? Take the stone steps while he's holding back the guards? No, bloodborn are only mortals.
Uriel hesitated to use "spiritual vision" to peek into the future, but he had been relying on the power of the Scroll of Oath for so long, and if he continued, the side effects might become unbearable. The leader of the vampire guards said that there is no vampire more powerful than the Baron in Screaming Castle, and he said it categorically, and it was not a lie.
What's more, in addition to the safety of the blood descendants, the apprentice also has to consider the human children that Baron Posier detained at Screaming Castle. He felt that no matter how weak the former was, it could not be more powerless than a child who knew nothing.
"You forgot, the vampires have the formula for Sauvero's potion," the ring reminded.
I haven't forgotten. "So I have to find Rodenworth and the others as soon as possible."
"Do you really think that vampires are vulnerable?"
What does it want to say? Uriel wondered if Sauron was aware of the first impression his performance made on him. "They have their own wisdom," the apprentice said, "but the curse imposed on them by the vampires limits the power transformed from wisdom. In any case, vampires are very difficult enemies, and even I can't guarantee my absolute safety."
"Idiots, since they have brains, they must be aware of their flaws. The Vampires have become dangerous due to Sovero's potion, and the Vampires can do the same.』
For some reason, Uriel felt that the Sovero who caused the tragedy in Yotsuba City was now overflowing on Binyaio. This situation was not quite right. "You said Mistrock and the others also have potions?"
"And it's the original Sovero" ring concluded that "tobacco leaf extract can only increase fire, and is unlikely to be effective on mortals." Rodenworth and the others are all mortals... They need to ignite the soul flame, otherwise even if they plan to sneak into the castle, it will be impossible for them.』
After carefully examining the vampire's body, Uriel lost control and chopped a chair in the way into pieces. After the potion burned away the soul, the cursed vampire turned into a stone statue. Let me help you. He wanted to scold them for their stupidity and their distrust of him. You don't have to do this. The words finally stuck in his throat as he recalled the doubts that had crossed his mind as he climbed off the cliff.
"Where are they?" The apprentice covered the stone statue with his cloak, and gray fingers were exposed in the holes.
"There is movement upstairs"
…
As I turned the corner, an ornamental vase banged against the wooden board at the edge of the carpet. It broke into pieces instantly, and the stumps were soaked in blood.
Uriel didn't pay it any attention. He saw a twisted silver helmet and broad shoulders beneath it. The farmer-turned-leader slumped beside the cabinet. A long dining table tipped over in front of him. There was a hole in the tilted tabletop... and nearly half of his petrified body was also the same. Fortunately he was still breathing weakly.
Uriel's footsteps stopped. "Mr. Rodenworth." At this time, any kind of concern seemed inappropriate. "What else can I do for you?"
The vampire leader opened his eyes tiredly. "In the study." He spat out a sentence, "My nephew. My brother." He closed his eyelids and opened them again. More dark gray stone spread up his body. "I'm sorry, Uriel."
"You can trust me," Uriel said.
"Bloodborn is a curse. It not only takes away our freedom, but also corrupts our souls. We have been sinking for too long and have long been unable to give sincerity." His eyes began to blur. "To strangers, to your own people...please kill Olander, and my nephew -" The words ended here.
Uriel watched him die.
"I don't understand." Rodenworth's last wish was puzzling, and he suspected that he heard it wrong. "Rodenworth wants me to kill Mysterok? And Olander? Is that so? Who is Olander?"
"I think you seem to know"
The final question is not difficult to guess. The vampires left the village and sneaked into the Screaming Keep, probably because of Orland. He is the father of Mysterok and the brother of Rodenworth. "Aren't they here to save him?"
"Things are unexpected," Sauron said. "It seems that I still know too little about the vampires."
Having said that, Uriel subconsciously thought he knew the answer. He thought of Blumnot, the unknown Witek Shazo lurking in the Sheriff's Department. He thought about the magic on his fire. Song of fire, chords of winter. Starless Night uses mystery to ensure that members will not leak secrets. What about the Bloodborn? Their natural enemies created them and kept them alive as slaves for generations with blood and curses. Who could keep a secret better than the dead?
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