The Blood Corpse in the Rosalind Lineage, who have never felt full, are convulsing and gathering together.
On their opposite side, the skeletal horse ridden by the skeleton cavalry seemed to retain some semblance of its former state, occasionally flicking its mane or turning its head.
At this moment, the most composed people on the battlefield were two: one was the warlord Chalco, who had just gathered his skeleton soldiers, and the other was the vampire Kailun, who had just devoured her comrades and whose condition had been greatly replenished.
Of course, if we were to say who has a better chance of winning, it would obviously be Hall, who is wearing Kailun's skin. However, he doesn't want his secret to be known by others, so he even chose a female vampire as his costume.
Although gender is actually of no use to the Hall, or rather to all vampires.
The pressure of battle weighed on the shoulders of the two commanders like an invisible mountain.
Chalco glanced back at his soldiers, confirming that about 80% to 90% of their forces remained, which reassured him somewhat.
Just as he was about to give the order to charge, another unexpected change occurred on the battlefield—
"Wait!"
A sound, a mixture of sharp, high-pitched and deep tones, rang out; the source of the sound was the giant worm that had just finished devouring its companion.
It continued speaking, surprisingly still using standard Imperial language:
I think we can talk.
I don't think so.
Chalco immediately retorted.
He came not only to defeat the vampires, but also to capture any intelligent individuals among them capable of thought, in order to obtain information about Rosalind.
The guy in front of me is clearly not the type to surrender easily, so this battle is inevitable and there's nothing to talk about.
I surrender.
The moment Chalco reached his conclusion, the voice entered his ears.
The Skeleton Warlord stared ahead in utter shock, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.
"Say it again?"
I said I surrender.
The giant worm said earnestly:
"If only you'd like to talk to me."
"..."
Chalco hesitated for a moment. In fact, he didn't want his soldiers to suffer unnecessary casualties. After thinking for a moment, he nodded:
"Okay, we can talk."
Thank you.
The worm nodded its fat head and said:
"Please wait a moment, I need to show my sincerity."
Without waiting for Chalco's reply, the fat worm began to move in a twitching motion.
As it rolled and writhed erratically on the ground, the worm's body seemed to be shriveling up little by little, just like the dead vampire marquis who had turned into a single skin.
A dozen seconds later, the second worm also lost Vitality, lying on the ground looking like a hot air balloon that had been completely deflated.
Before Chalco could say anything, the corner of the enormous membrane twitched, and soon a female vampire, neither tall nor fierce-looking, crawled out of the worm's gaping maw.
"I am Kailun, Kailun Rosalind."
It, he, or rather she, raised her hands to indicate that she meant no harm, and strode towards Chalco:
"Look, I've already disengaged from combat, haven't I?"
Despite what they said, Chalco's men dared not slack off in the slightest, especially after learning that their opponent was the same monster who had just easily crushed dozens of skeleton soldiers.
When Kailun was about ten steps away from Chalco, she stopped and said to Chalco:
"I think we can talk privately."
"Can."
Chalco had regained most of his strength and was fully alert, confident that he could escape from the enemy's surprise attack.
So he rode forward and looked down at Kailun:
"You want to surrender?"
"Yes, I want to live, but I don't intend to join you. As for whether this counts as surrender, that's up to you."
Kailun said very sincerely that she was already very good-looking, and with the Hall's wonderful performance, she looked like a calm but timid girl.
All I can say is that she handled the emotions very well.
"So what can you bring us?"
Chalco was clearly not fooled by this level of conceding; he still regarded the other party as a terrifying monster.
"I can't tell you that."
Kailun shrugged.
"So what do you want?"
"Perhaps your opinion doesn't count."
Kailun shrugged.
Chalco and asked:
"My word doesn't count, but I can take you to my superior."
This time, Kailun didn't shrug; instead, she bowed slightly and very seriously.
"Thank you so much."
But your men cannot go.
Chalco pointed to the Blood Corpse that were waiting.
"I understand."
Kailun nodded and waved to the still-over a thousand Blood Corpse.
Just like during free time in physical education class, after receiving Kailun's instructions, the Blood Corpse immediately scattered and quickly disappeared on the other side of the hill.
Chalco nodded in satisfaction, very pleased with Kailun's obedience.
"In that case, I can take you to my commander. Stay close to me, but don't get too close to my soldiers, and don't let your Blood Corpse follow us."
"OK."
Kailun showed no resistance and walked to the front of the group.
There was a no-man's-land around her with a radius of about five meters, and she and Chalco were the only two people in this area.
The other skeletal guards remained on the perimeter, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Chalco, mounted on his horse, gave one of his men a wink, and a message was quickly transmitted to the man's mind.
The message was received by the leader of the skeleton scouts. He slowed his horse slightly and quickly disappeared behind the column.
After a few minutes, seeing that there was no one else around, he led several elite cavalrymen and began to gallop in the opposite direction, trying to find the lair of the Blood Corpse.
Later that day, the skeletal senator [ Nether Crossing ] met Kailun appeared as a young girl.
After dismissing the surrounding skeletons, [ Nether Crossing ] looked at the Middle Tier opponent before him with a rather arrogant air:
"Tell me, why do you want to see me?"
I know what you want and I can help.
"Oh? Then tell me, what do I want?"
You want the Grand Duke of Vampires.
[ Nether Crossing ], whose thoughts had been exposed, neither panicked nor pretended nothing had happened. Instead, he nodded seriously, even asking with a hint of testing in his voice:
How did you know?