The half-dragon's transformation ended quickly; his clothes began to spontaneously combust, revealing the skin beneath, which was now covered with a layer of fine scales.
Let's die together!
With a roar, [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], he charged towards the Earl, his legs, now partially Dragon Transformation claws.
The count wanted to make a tactical retreat to create distance, but he was being held on either side of two humans, making it difficult for him to move quickly.
He could only transform his giant flesh and blood hand into a pair of bat wings once more, attempting to escape the danger through a brief flight.
However, his efforts failed again, and he activated the power of the twin dragons [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]. Although he had gone mad and was driven only by instinct, he gained unprecedented power.
His speed was no longer what it was a minute ago; with just a few steps, he arrived in front of the Earl with a gust of wind.
Bennett instinctively adopted a defensive stance and began to predict which of his weak points his opponent would attack.
However, what awaited him was not an attack, but a warm embrace from a giant half-dragon.
In a physical sense, it means to embrace warmly.
The blazing scales ignited the Earl's leg ornaments the moment they touched them, and the two players, along with the grease covering their bodies and the Oil Vine already wrapped around the Earl's waist, burst into flames in an instant. Bennett was engulfed in flames in less than a breath.
The two wretched leeches, far from showing any pain, were instead filled with the joy of their successful plan, looking like fanatical martyrs who had sacrificed themselves in the flames.
After bringing the flames, the half-dragon gave the count a hug he had never felt even when he was human.
With the strength in his arms and waist, which had returned to normal and even been further enhanced, [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], the Count's body was forced to bend backward, twisting into a bizarre posture. He could even feel his lumbar spine creaking.
Bennett's melee combat skills are indeed outstanding, but his powerful physical attacks rely on the giant flesh and blood hands he obtained by sacrificing the Blood Corpse around him; his actual body is not as powerful as those giant hands.
So, at the moment the giant hand transformed into bat wings, Bennett had neither the ability to push away the muscular half-dragon in front of him nor the time to take off. He could only let out a roar and fall off the city wall with the half-dragon and the two appendages on his legs.
"Bang!"
A massive, blazing fireball crashed onto the ground beneath the city walls, drawing the attention of the surrounding Blood Corpse and Gungnir who were playing "Mount & Blade."
Before the operation began, they already knew about Count Bennett's ability to manipulate flesh and blood by sacrificing Blood Corpse. In order to prevent Bennett from replenishing his flesh and blood, the Gungnir began to speed up their horses and charge through the Blood Corpse horde. Whenever a Blood Corpse got too close to the burning flesh ball, a spear would immediately pierce its chest.
However, even with the Soul Returner and Gungnir putting in such great effort, a count was still not someone that could be defeated so easily.
The enormous bat wings seized two still-breathing Blood Corpse, instantly turning them into churning flesh and bone.
Bennett was replenished; the charred flesh began to converge towards the ball of flesh. The two players who were acting as accessories had almost no health left, but [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] was still full of Vitality when he saw the Earl, so he exerted his strength again with his hands and waist.
A clear cracking sound rang out as Bennett's lumbar vertebrae were completely broken by the half-dragon.
The intense pain caused the aged count to roar, his dry throat now emitting a grating sound like a dilapidated wooden door.
Damn it, White Wax Town!
Damn it, this place is full of people in vegetative states or half-dragons; there's not a single individual who can provide fresh blood!
It's all that damned idiot [ Aluode ]'s fault! Right, [ Aluode ]!
Bennett, held in the half-dragon's arms, looked around and immediately spotted [ Aluode ] lying dead with his eyes wide open amidst a pile of dozens of Blood Corpse.
Thankfully, that guy is dead too.
Bennett wanted nothing more than to chop off the head of this subordinate who had repeatedly betrayed him.
But now that the other party is dead, all I need to do is escape and then seize the opportunity to make a comeback...
With this thought in mind, the flame of survival rekindled in Bennett's heart.
The vampire cursed and roared as flesh and bones from the Blood Corpse gathered around him, wrapping around his waist to prevent him from being torn in two by the half-dragon.
" Dragonborn, don't push your luck!"
A sharp bone spur emerged from behind [the man with Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]. The half-dragon's bloodshot eyes, filled with rage, regained a brief moment of clarity. His heart, which was racing like a motor, was now completely pierced by a sharp bone sword.
He looked at the long bone spur embedded in his heart, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth:
"Still can't do it? Trying to challenge someone above your level...?"
The giant fleshy hand ripped the scalding half-dragon from the bone spikes and threw it aside, followed by the two wretched leeches that had already died in the fire but still wouldn't let go.
After dealing with the three accessories on his body, Bennett began his "second form transformation".
The bones of the Blood Corpse transformed into crude armor, which, held together by flesh and blood, wrapped around Bennett's waist and legs.
This would undoubtedly reduce his physical flexibility, but it would still allow him to control his numb lower body by manipulating flesh and blood.
The count's aristocratic air had long since vanished along with his formal attire; what now stood before them was a true vampire count, consumed by rage.
He simply stood there, and a faint mist of blood rose around him, as if the entire White Wax Town was beneath a seabed, with endless blood spreading in the water.
"Give me your life!"
The Blood Corpse within twenty meters of Bennett collapsed to the ground, turning into a mass of flesh that wrapped around Bennett's body, continuously strengthening his originally frail physique.
The blood mist surrounding him resembled tiny blades, ready to sever any invading enemy at any moment.
However, to Bennett's surprise, both the nearby Gungnir and the Soul Returner on the city walls were simply watching him transform, as if he were just a clown entertaining the intermission of a stage play.
At this moment, Bennett didn't understand why this was happening, but he was already extremely angry.
If Ed were here, he would definitely say that Ed is the kind of pretentious weirdo who is unhappy no matter whether or not someone interrupts his transformation.
However, this did not happen. There was no opportunistic attack, no panicked escape, not even the expected curses and complaints. Instead, there were only sentences in a somewhat indistinct, unknown language. The Soul Returner on the city walls repeatedly uttered a few distinct phrases, which sounded like:
"Holy crap, that transformation was so cool!"