Bennett's feelings at that moment were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Countless Soul Returner, now returning to their roots, swung down the city wall along the vines and rope ladders left by their predecessors, beginning a relentless search for the scattered Blood Corpse.
Players confident in their abilities pounced on Bennett, like a pack of wolves trying to tear a piece of flesh from him.
Even though he had managed to control hundreds of players who were ganging up on him through intimidation, more players still climbed over the city walls to join the battle.
The fact that their companion was beaten into a pulp did not instill any fear in these lunatics; on the contrary, it only brought smiles to their faces.
This smile was certainly the kind of exhilarating laugh one could have while defeating a boss, but to Bennett it was utterly chilling, as if he were completely oblivious to the possibility of dying.
Seeing this, even Bennett, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge, was completely stunned.
When did humans develop this ability to brainwash people?
When did we have such a fearless army?
In his seventy years of life and several years of living as a corpse, when had he ever seen such a scene?
If I had such an elite force under my command back then, I should have been able to win that defensive battle. Why would I have chosen to surrender to the Blood Corpse and be demoted to a count?
Damn it, why do I always seem to miss out on good things?
Bennett cursed the heavens and the earth in his heart, lamenting his miserable fate, while simultaneously using his four hands to pull out the various weapons stuck in the gaps of the bone armor on his body.
But just as he reached for his collarbone, the count was shocked to discover that the knight's sword, broken in two and stuck in his collarbone, had entered a state of ethereal invisibility!
Thinking of the origin of that knight's sword, Bennett ignored the swarming players and looked straight at Xilǐ'er, whom he had already "killed".
Countless silver-white points of light were seen gathering at the spot where he had died, passing through the passing humans. Even the smallest fragments of weapons and the slightest scratches on his armor were being restored to their original state at an absurd speed. The infinity symbol in the center of his breastplate was now glowing with a pale blue Psionic Energy pattern. A power that the Blood Corpse could not comprehend was circulating in that circuit. With each rotation, Xilǐ'er was one step closer to resurrection.
Unseen by Bennett, a glint of light flashed at the back of Radish's neck, where the silver armor had transformed into a perfectly mirrored surface.
This is precisely the new rule that Ed is imposing on Xilǐ'er.
Although it's impossible for him to break Xilǐ'er's blessing given by the Twin Kings with his strength, adding a DLC or a mod later on wouldn't be a problem.
So what if you lose your memory when you wake up? We'll just cast a mirror spell on you. Every time you wake up, just look in the mirror at your handsome face, and you'll remember everything, right?
Xilǐ'er had just finished resurrecting with his head down, was about to enter battle mode as he always did after reloading a save file, when he was suddenly drawn to the mirror in front of him.
Although he didn't know why Radish's back looked like this, he was still lost in memories and tremblingly took off his helmet.
Bennett was watching from afar, suddenly narrowed his eyes upon seeing all of this. That empty shell knight was actually able to revive!
How can an enemy at the Initial Tier, whose raw strength is inferior to mine, possess such formidable power? Is there any justice in this world?
Looking at the silver-white metal horse that was standing up and Xilǐ'er, whose helmet was the only part that hadn't been restored, and then at the players charging towards him, Bennett's expression changed from fury to calm.
He realized a fact: although he didn't know how the lord of White Wax Town had managed to contract the knights of this Eternal Domain and make these humans willingly die for him, he knew that he might not be able to leave the city walls today.
Since that's the case, he would rather kill a few more humans and shed his last drop of blood for the return of the great progenitor Antos.
As he tore a broken weapon from behind, Bennett's wrist veins bulged, and he suddenly unleashed tremendous power.
Several players at the forefront were instantly riddled with bloody holes, their blood gushing onto the ground, but this did not stop their charge.
Driven to madness, Bennett let out a nonsensical roar and launched a frenzied charge, smashing a large group of players away like a raging bull.
His already broken lamprey mouthparts instantly regenerated and attached themselves to several players who had not yet landed.
Although their blood is as repulsive as tree sap, as long as it is still bright red and as long as the majority of their bodies are still human, he can still extract vitality from it.
He will use this life force to kill their owners, and many more humans.
The lamprey's mouthparts exhibited some characteristics similar to those of a leech, and several players who were flying in mid-air were attached to its body before they could even react.
Even though they couldn't feel the pain, the three players being sucked could still sense that their blood was being rapidly drained, and even their heartbeats seemed to be pumping blood into the vessel.
On their respective character panels, their health bars were rapidly depleting, like water leaking from a leaky roof.
"Watch out, the BOSS has started draining its life!"
[ Easily Soluble in Water ] shouted to warn his companions behind him, then was drained of his life force and collapsed to the ground, while Bennett's health bar began to slowly rise, prompting a chorus of vulgar curses from the surrounding players.
A boss that can heal itself?! Damn it, how dare you?!
The players who get their blood sucked are indeed in a terrible situation, but Bennett, who was sucked blood, isn't much better off.
For vampires, most edible substances other than blood are simply tasteless, but today Bennett has truly seen something new.
It feels like a child who doesn't like vegetables drinking a whole glass of freshly squeezed vegetable juice – utterly disgusting, especially since there are still some vegetable bits and pulp in the juice that haven't been filtered out...
The vampire's upper face, capable of expressing emotions, was now contorted in pain, but the life force within the vegetable juice and blood was undeniable, so he still did not choose to give up.
In the face of life and death, what does eating some unpalatable food matter?
Just as the three mouthparts were about to find their next target, several javelins flew in from afar, severing Bennett's mouthparts with pinpoint accuracy.
This was the second time his mouth had been cut off today. He glared angrily at the direction of the attack, only to find that Xilǐ'er had already resurrected while he was frowning at the taste of the vegetable juice.