Chapter 80: Blood-Sucking Frenzy, Intrusion of a Heroic Spirit

Eastern European Night Empire, War King's Domain

Forgotten Truth, the War King, the First Progenitor of the Strike the Blood world. He was the ruler of the Eastern European Night Empire’s War King Domain and a vampire overlord commanding 72 Familiars.

These were the world’s evaluations of him. He was hailed as the invincible vampire progenitor. He believed that himself—until today.

Before him stood a man clad in black armor, wielding a massive, ominous greatsword. The aura surrounding this man was so dark, so wicked, it seemed even more malevolent than his own—the king of the night. How... how could that be?

Lying at his feet was a fallen vampire. One of his own. An ancient noble of the vampire race, yet just now, with a single swing of that sword, this elder was struck down—never to rise again.

“Who are you?” the War King asked. Although the man before him exuded a terrifying presence, years of experience allowed the War King to remain composed.

“You are the king of this country,” the man responded coldly. His voice was like the icy winds of hell, chilling to the bone. This wasn’t just the influence of the Evil of All the World—it was Arthur’s own dark nature surfacing.

“Ding-dong. Detected a Heroic Spirit entering this world. Please resolve the issue, host.”
The system’s voice echoed in his mind, yet Arthur was too immersed to even hear it.

Arthur’s current attributes were as follows:
Character: King Arthur
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Stats:
Strength: A+
Endurance: A++
Agility: A+
Mana: A (upgraded after the previous mission)
Luck: A+

Terrifying stats indeed! Under the dual amplification of the Evil of All the World and the power of faith, Arthur radiated immense, horrifying power.

“That’s right. Who might you be, sir?” the War King demanded, regaining his pride. He was the ruler of this land, commander of countless warriors.

“Submit, or die!” Arthur declared without hesitation. Perhaps only darkness remained in his heart now.

“What?” The War King acted as if he hadn’t heard.

At that moment, a beam of green light streaked toward Arthur. Though it looked like mere light, it concealed roaring flames! The green fire was fast—blindingly so. Most wouldn’t even register it. But Arthur’s agility?

The flame passed clean through Arthur—his body vanished.

An afterimage.

“Where are you looking?” Arthur’s voice came from behind. “When did he—!?” The War King couldn’t finish his thought before Arthur drove a heavy punch into him.

Boom!

The vampire was sent crashing into a nearby wall.

Boom!!

Seeing his foe still alive, Arthur followed up with another strike. A spiderweb of cracks appeared across the wall, growing rapidly.

Crash!

The wall collapsed completely, burying the vampire beneath.

“It seems I must intervene now.” A voice rang out.

From the shadows stepped a handsome blond man in a pristine white suit—Duke Dimitrie Vatler.

“Who might you be, sir?”

“Arthur Pendragon.” Arthur replied plainly. An interesting opponent had finally appeared.

“Very well. I’ll remember that name,” Vatler said, a manic glint in his eye. His elegant face twisted slightly with excitement.

“But whether you can make me remember it forever…”
Vatler grinned madly.
“…depends on whether you can defeat me!”

A surge of magical energy erupted from Vatler. Compared to the last vampire, his aura was more than twice as intense.

Since this was a true battle, he would go all out. He had no idea how strong Arthur truly was.

“Sagara!!”

With his command, a massive Familiar emerged from his body. A giant serpent covered in thick scales!

Hiss!!!

The serpent hissed, unleashing a powerful sonic wave. The sound ripped through the air, sending Arthur’s hair flying. The ground cracked beneath them—floor tiles shattered and flew through the air like blades, embedding into the walls, accompanied by a blast of magical energy.

This was the power of a Familiar.

“Haha…” Vatler bit his lip. This—this was a real fight!

Arthur’s hair suddenly stopped swaying, frozen in place. Disdain flooded his eyes.

“So you want to challenge me? Then why not go and meet your god directly?”

“Sorry. I don’t believe in God!” Vatler laughed wildly.
“Go! Sagara!”

Hiss!
The serpent lunged forward, magical energy spewing from its fangs.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed. A swirling wind surged around his body.

The magical blast collided with Arthur’s Wind King Barrier, the clash sending up bursts of light and clouds of dust.

“Is it over?” murmured several watching vampires.

“It must be! Besides the King himself, who could withstand the Duke’s attack?”

They stared at the arena, tension dissolving.

Suddenly—a shadow emerged from the smoke!

Arthur landed directly in front of Vatler—and delivered a devastating punch!

Vatler was launched through the air. When he landed, his once-dignified appearance was ruined—his white suit torn, blood staining the corners of his mouth. The blow had been incredible.

But instead of rage, excitement lit Vatler’s eyes.

“Now this is getting interesting!” he shouted.

His magical aura roared in response to his thrill.

“Nanda! Upananda!”

Two more colossal serpents materialized in a blue glow. The three serpents twisted around each other in mid-air, gradually merging.

A giant sea serpent now hovered before them.

“Has Vatler finally used his trump card?” The War King, observing from behind, muttered. He understood this subordinate well. Vatler craved challenges. If the War King stepped in now, he’d only anger him.

All eyes turned to Arthur.

Could he still defeat Duke Vatler now?


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