In Chalco's view, rational vampires belonging to the same lineage would at least be more cautious in such situations, since if they really wanted to fight each other, they wouldn't have needed to join forces to attack him before.
Moreover, the spider lilies given by Lord [ Nether Crossing ] were rather ordinary, and their effect on the already half-mad Blood Corpse was not significant enough.
With that thought in mind, he used all his strength to pull up the head of the monster beneath him, watching as another monster, as thick as a steel coil, rolled closer and closer.
But in the next moment, Governor Chalco realized something was wrong.
The pill bug, curled up in a ball, showed no sign of slowing down; instead, it rolled faster and faster.
Some skeletons along the way were crushed to death by the giant fleshy ball, and the broken bones were pushed out from under the monster's skin by the muscles, piercing the skin and forming bone spikes.
Seeing this, Chalco finally understood the monster's determination, but he had no intention of letting go. Instead, he gripped the monster beneath him even tighter, because the monster clearly also sensed the other monster's hostility in wanting to use him as a tool to kill.
At that moment, Chalco and the monster beneath him reached an agreement without needing to say a word. In the next instant, the entire monster suddenly tilted to the side and spun half a circle on the spot, narrowly avoiding the ball of flesh covered with bone spurs.
The cooperation between the two is like that of a wild horse and its rider on the grassland. After a long struggle, they finally achieved a tacit understanding, but this is only temporary.
The daring dodge was almost perfect; accompanied by the sound of flesh being squeezed and bursting, the long monster's tail had turned into a pool of blood.
The worm beneath Chalco finally cried out in pain again, its entire body beginning to convulse uncontrollably, almost throwing him off.
Chalco, having failed to regain control of the worm, leaped to the side and escaped its head. Meanwhile, the giant "pill worm," after crushing countless Blood Corpse and skeleton soldiers, finally crossed the valley and reached the other side of the hill, where it began its second charge downhill.
Blood Corpse are all madmen!
Chalco cursed inwardly, but his feet were already moving further and further away from the struggling worm beside him.
Now he has two targets; he wants to know who the other monster considers the best.
The pill bug rolled closer and closer once more, Chalco could clearly sense that it had become even fatter after devouring many of its companions.
Vampires are truly unreasonable creatures.
With that thought in mind, Chalco stood still on a flat spot in the valley, gathering his strength to prepare for a full-scale attack against the pill bugs that were charging at him.
He didn't want to confront such an enemy head-on, but if he dodged the attack again like before, the skeleton soldiers behind him would be in danger.
The ground began to tremble, and the crushing and Shattered noises returned. Chalco held his breath (though he couldn't breathe anyway) and watched intently as the pill bug rapidly approached.
At the same time, his own two arms and two Psionic Energy arms whose outlines could be vaguely seen were ready to be used.
Just as the two were about to collide head-on, the "pill worm" monster suddenly turned around, and the countless bone spikes on its body extended again with a "whoosh," making it look like a giant flesh-colored durian.
Its next target was the monster that was struggling and trying to repair its eyes.
At this critical juncture, it surprisingly turned its spear against its own companion first!
The enormous "durian" crushed the body of another worm-like monster right in front of Chalco, spraying blood, bits of flesh, and countless unidentifiable skeletons and other debris wildly in all directions, as if a sudden downpour had swept through the valley, lasting only a few seconds.
This level of carnage often results in the complete annihilation of an entire area, with the flesh transforming into countless tiny worms that devour all living animals from the outside or inside.
But this time was an exception. If the worm whose tail had been crushed before was only slightly injured, then now that it had been completely crushed, even if it had ten lives, nine of them would be gone. Only its last survival instinct was left to keep it crawling on its deathbed.
The monster that had crushed the worm did not charge again. Instead, it stretched out its body and pounced at top speed, smashing directly onto the already somewhat flattened monster. Like a wild beast that had been starving for months, it began to devour and gnaw at it greedily.
Even as a warlord from the Skeleton Alliance, Chalco couldn't find a scene in his memory that matched this one.
This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
Whether it was the infighting among their own kind, the frenzied attacks, or the beast-like cannibalism on the battlefield, everything was shattering the warlord's worldview.
Is this what a vampire is?
What exactly is a vampire?
Just then, he heard the dying monster's mournful howl, a desperate cry filled with its final plea:
" Kailun, don't eat me, Kailun."
You're right.
Despite all his mouthparts being busy feeding, a voice still entered the mind of the dying vampire marquis:
"I am not Kailun, I am--"
Hall, the Grand Duke of Vampires, is in charge Hall 'sowing' and 'harvesting'.
"Your friend Kailun is perfectly suited to be a vampire in my lineage, so I hereby unilaterally declare that she is no longer Rosalind's person, but rather my subordinate."
"I hereby unilaterally declare once again that you are no longer Rosalind's person, but mine..."
"Food."
A cold voice echoed in the heart of the dying, carrying a sense of relief at knowing the outcome and resentment towards the status quo. Linda Rosalind, the vampire marquis who had been trapped in the Demon Realm for nearly a hundred years and had struggled in battle for almost a hundred years, was facing her end.
As she died, the remaining worm-like body began to shrink rapidly, while Kailun, or rather Kailun Hall at this moment, was gulping down the wealth of her sister Rosalind.
In less than a minute, the dead worm monster was reduced to a thin, almost translucent outer skin. The life force that originally belonged to this vampire had been stored in Kailun's body, waiting to be offered to the Hall, who was hiding in the shadows.
The disgusted General Chalco could no longer stand it. Taking advantage of the Hall's buffet party on the other side of the battlefield, he quickly came to the vicinity of the military flag and successfully gathered several groups of defeated soldiers who had not yet lost their fighting spirit.
When "Watermelon Worm" Hall finished his meal and looked up, he saw that the remnants of the Skeleton Alliance's skeleton soldiers had almost all gathered together.
With the death of Marquis Linda, her former retinue turned to the Hall and gradually gathered around him.
After all, the body he is currently using still belongs to the Blood Corpse of the Rosalind Lineage.
Hillsides and valleys, skeletons and living corpses.
The second bloody battle is about to break out.