The First Vampire

“My strongest blow?”

Prince Lexie was enveloped in a dazzling holy light, at that moment, he seemed brighter than the sun in the sky.

“Yes.” Mr. Ji closed his only eye, as if he could no longer bear the gaze of his opponent.

But he remained solemn, his back straight, his hands even waving the Magic Staff, as if preparing a spell.

“Good.” Prince Lexie agreed to Mr. Ji’s final request, “You are worthy of this blow.”

As soon as his words fell, Prince Lexie’s eyes turned into a deep gold, complex golden patterns crawled all over his face, as if putting on a golden mask.

The Knight Sword stood vertically in front of him, the tip of the sword suddenly erupted into a whirlpool of holy light.

In an instant, numerous golden threads converged rapidly at the whirlpool, as if something terrifying was surging out from within.

“This sword, called ‘Judgment’!”

Prince Lexie spoke, his voice devoid of any human emotion, indifferent as if he was a deity of destruction.

However, his sword did not strike out.

Because he noticed that Mr. Ji across from him was not standing by waiting for doom, but was also preparing his own spell.

The air grew hot, and the temperature rose by more than ten degrees in an instant.

The hands of Mr. Ji turned red all over, even made a sizzling sound, as if gripping something of extremely high temperature.

The huge ruby embedded at the top of the Magic Staff even began to show fine fissures.

Boom!

The next second, the ruby shattered completely, numerous threads exploded suddenly, slowly rising in front of Mr. Ji was a dazzling red light.

To unleash this spell, it seemed as if Mr. Ji was overexerting his own life.

His face was visibly decaying at an accelerated rate, his entire face no longer held a piece of intact flesh in the blink of an eye.

His originally straight back hunched over again, as if some load was pressing on his shoulders.

The grey Mage robe was already dyed red with blood, which showed the body of Mr. Ji was probably rapidly deteriorating.

However, he was still obstinately chanting the Elf text from his mouth, as if even if it cost his life, he intended to release this spell.

Prince Lexie quietly watched his opponent without thrusting his long sword.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Mr. Ji’s spell to complete.

Actually, in a head-on duel between a Mage and a Knight, the former is naturally at a disadvantage.

The greater the power of the Mage’s spell, the more elaborate the preparation required, unlike a Knight, whose power of the Holy Light has merged with the body, giving formidable power to every move and action.

Just like now, before Mr. Ji’s spell was complete, Prince Lexie had enough time to kill him hundreds or even thousands of times over.

But strangely, Prince Lexie had been delaying making his move.

As if deliberately waiting for Mr. Ji to complete his spell.

Then, with one sword, crush it!

That was the pride of the Holy Knight.

And that was the arrogance of Prince Lexie!

Even if the spell that Mr. Ji was preparing may be a Forbidden Spell, Prince Lexie seemed ready to wait for it.

He wanted to witness just how splendidly this respectable opponent would sing at the last moment of his life.

Boom!

Purple flames suddenly rose up, surrounding Mr. Ji.

Mr. Ji, at this point, was rapidly becoming a skeleton, his flesh melting fast in the eerie purple fire.

On his skull, the hollow left eye socket, and the only remaining right eye suddenly shot out a beam of green light at that moment.

Boom!

The green light exploded.

The only right eye also disappeared.

But Mr. Ji’s indifferent voice came out:

“MOHASA KADURA!”

Prince Lexie was startled, previously Mr. Ji’s spells were in Elf text, so he could mostly understand, but this one now–

Was actually in Quenya!

This was the exclusive language of the High Elves, but it had been lost for thousands of years!

A purple fire whirlpool appeared abruptly on Mr. Ji’s chest, reflecting another world within.

Prince Lexie felt a strong threat.

A threat he had never experienced since he became a Holy Knight!

“Be destroyed!”

Without hesitation, Prince Lexie slowly swung the Knight Sword in his hand.

The speed of his sword swing was extremely slow, but the world seemed to slow down even more.

The wind stopped, the flames stopped dancing, even the thoughts of Mr. Ji froze at that moment.

A golden light, as if transcending the constraints of space, breaking the limits of time, appeared in front of Mr. Ji in an instant, slowly tearing through the purple fire vortex before him, and entering his chest.

Boom!

As if something had shattered.

The body of Mr. Ji stiffened in an instant, completely motionless.

“It’s over.”

Prince Lexie sighed as if he had lost something, preparing to retract his long sword.

But just then, the eerie purple fire, which had been dying down, rekindled!

Boom!

The purple fire climbed up Mr. Ji’s body, swallowing him instantly.

Prince Lexie squinted his eyes, intensely staring at the phenomenon before him, filled with suspicion and alert.

The Holy Light once again converged on the tip of his sword, the immense energy seemingly distorting the surrounding space.

“Judgment!”

Prince Lexie swung his sword yet again.

The golden sword light disappeared within the purple fire, serving seemingly as fuel, causing the purple flames to surge even more violently.

“Interesting.”

Prince Lexie’s aura soared suddenly, his expression became incredibly devout and unshakable, and golden patterns instantaneously crawled all over his body.

“I am the Holy Spirit, I am the light, when my heart fears nothing, the light can illuminate everything!”

The sound of the prayer seemed to trigger some sort of resonance between heaven and earth.

Behind Prince Lexie, a vast figure of light slowly gathered.

Swish!

Behind the figure, four pairs of enormous golden wings suddenly unfolded, covering the space between heaven and earth.

“Judgment of Light!”

The grand and indifferent voice seemed to originate from the figure behind Prince Lexie.

In an instant, the light enveloped everything.

But when light reached its extremes, it became darkness.

Everyone in the camp felt a surge of darkness springing from the depths of their souls, instantly drowning their consciousness.

They couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything.

But Prince Lexie could still see; he saw the monstrous purple fire instantly annihilated by the light’s shine.

However, the very next moment, it rekindled once again.

What’s more, it burned even more fiercely!

A crack gradually opened at the place where Mr. Ji’s shattered heart once was.

Whoosh!

The crack suddenly opened wide, swallowing the ball of purple fire.

In that instant, Prince Lexie saw another world hidden behind the opening!

An endless green ocean, upon which a perpetual purple fire seemed to burn.

Above the purple fire, a massive turquoise eye hung.

Looking at the colossal turquoise eye, Prince Lexie had a surprisingly familiar feeling.

A vast and ancient voice echoed from that strange world:

“When the end’s judgment arrives, the condemned descend into hell, the blessed receive rebirth!”

Boom!

The crack suddenly closed.

The strange world disappeared entirely as if it had never existed before.

The body of Mr. Ji suddenly collapsed like a structure whose foundations had been destroyed.

Prince Lexie looked solemn, with the knight’s sword still out of its sheath in his hand.

But he could not sense any life force from Mr. Ji.

Is he dead?

Prince Lexie slowly approached and confirmed that Mr. Ji indeed no longer showed any signs of life.

His flesh and blood had vanished completely, leaving only a parched skeleton behind.

But what was strange was that Mr. Ji’s bones had all turned into stone.

Crack!

Prince Lexie crushed Mr. Ji’s skull under his boot.

Real stone.

Prince Lexie puzzledly stood still for quite a while.

He did not know what kind of spell Mr. Ji had released in the end, why it was so strange, yet completely lacked any offensive power.

It was as if Mr. Ji burned his life, not for counter attacking.

Moreover, Prince Lexie had a feeling that he was being manipulated by his opponent.

His three swings, it seemed to have become part of the opponent’s spell… No! Impossible!

Prince Lexie immediately shook his head, thinking that the idea was really preposterous.

But that world where the purple fire burned kept this Holy Knight restless.

That massive turquoise eye…

After extensive contemplation without deciphering anything, Prince Lexie finally sheathed his sword.

A gentle breeze fluttered by, restoring the campsite to its normal state.

Prince Lexie’s figure had disappeared completely, leaving behind a ground full of shattered stones and a dull mage robe.

“Did he leave?”

In temporary command post, Marquis Dawson asked with lingering fears.

“He should have left.”

Marquis Menam said quietly, seemingly afraid of disturbing the terrifying entity.

“Then… Mr. Ji… was he killed?”

“Likely so.”

The command post once again fell silent.

The dwarf nobles, filled with heavy thoughts, kept their heads low, as if contemplating the fate of their clan.

After a long while, Marquis Menam finally stood up and walked out with a heavy face.

Marquis Dawson and the others exchanged looks and hastily followed him.