There was a moment of silence inside the stone coffin, followed by a faint "oh," and then the coffin lid began to move rapidly to one side.
In the blink of an eye, the heavy stone coffin lid had fallen to the ground. The coffin had been placed on a stone platform in the center of the tomb, so everyone gathered around it could now see Earl Luoli.
The nearly century-long seal had left him emaciated, and the critical resurrection condition of fifty Blood Corpse had merely destroyed the seal, bringing him almost no benefit whatsoever.
So what was presented to everyone at this moment was a pale, withered old face, sunken eyes, and a face full of dark wrinkles, looking even older than Bennett.
The cave was originally filled only with the fluorescent glow emitted by the sealing runes, but now that the seal has been broken, the cave is completely dark.
Fortunately, all the players had night vision and were able to make out the count's physical outline.
The next moment, Earl Luoli's deep-set eyes suddenly lit up, and a gaze filled with loneliness and thirst swept over the crowd.
"Gurgle."
Everyone heard the vampire swallow hard.
"Do it!"
[ Soaring Clouds ] shouted, gripped the hilt tightly with one hand and braced the bottom of the handle with the other, and used all his strength to plunge the short knife into the vampire's body.
"Ah!"
A hoarse shout rang out, and the hunger in Luoli's eyes instantly turned to shock. He looked at the short sword tucked into his side and stammered in disbelief:
"You... you..."
Before the second word could even be uttered, the dozen or so players surrounding the coffin had already begun brandishing their weapons.
In an instant, long swords, short knives, hoes, and shovels all rained down on Luoli.
The vampire's withered skin doesn't offer much defense; to players wielding sharp weapons, his skin is no different from a thick leather armor.
The vast majority of players' attacks successfully pierced the Count's flesh, with some stronger players even managing to stab him right through.
As the last person plunged a weapon into the count's body, the aged physique seemed to lose its last vestige of Vitality.
"What... what if we kill it?"
[ Soaring Clouds 6365 ], who was the last to stab someone in the back, was somewhat flustered. Everyone's goal was to capture him alive, but because of the huge difference in strength, they had to go all out from the start.
But now it seems that Luoli's strength is much weaker than everyone expected. Their attack doesn't look like they're fighting a boss, but rather like caregivers abusing the elderly in a nursing home.
It seems that Blood Corpse are indeed magical creatures, belonging to the type of enemy template where the difference in strength between their full-health and low-health states is quite large.
Looking at Luoli's withered appearance, not only [ Soaring Clouds 6365 ], but also other players couldn't help but wonder if it was their own finishing blow that led to the Earl's death.
Just as similar thoughts were arising among everyone, a voice suddenly came from the wheelchair behind them:
"Drop your weapons and retreat!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a roar filled with resentment rang out:
" Bennett!"
The vampire count, who had already lost all vital signs, suddenly took a deep breath, his tattered lungs even making a whooshing sound like bellows being pumped in.
The players immediately released their grip and retreated. They understood why Bennett had given such a warning: vampires have extremely strong self-healing abilities, and in order to kill their enemies without causing their own death, they use sharp weapons.
For a human, being stabbed and then having the knife pulled out only results in massive bleeding, but for a powerful vampire, being stabbed and then having the knife pulled out is equivalent to being stabbed for nothing.
Even though they had retreated as quickly as possible, one player was accidentally grabbed by the wrist.
Although Earl Luoli's fingers were very dry, they were unusually strong, like those of an old man who had exercised for many years.
Just a moment too late, the player felt his wrist being firmly bound by an iron clamp.
The next moment, under the immense force of the tearing, he was pulled back and staggered, while Luoli bit his wrist and began to suck the long-lost blood.
Fresh blood?
Is this blood?
Even before escaping, Luoli had already used his hearing to assess the health of these humans.
Their heartbeats were so powerful that even before the Demonic Tide, only the common people in big cities who had almost never gone hungry could do that.
The sense of smell also indicated that these people did not have the body odor of an elderly person nearing death; they were simply a group of lively young people.
Healthy youth!
Logically speaking, their blood should be a delicacy, a delicacy!
But what's flowing into my mouth now?
The blood wasn't nearly as fresh as it looked; it did contain some human blood components, but not much.
While sucking rapidly, Luoli also took the time to briefly analyze the blood's components:
It has a strong, fishy smell and is somewhat acidic; this comes from the animal parts.
Pure bitterness, that comes from the plant.
It's almost spoiled and viscous, this is... this is...
Luoli abruptly raised his head to look at the terrified player, whose old face now also showed a look of terror:
How could there be blood from Blood Corpse inside this human body?
Luoli's terror at this moment was beyond the comprehension of others.
If we had to draw an analogy, it would be like a human dissecting a chicken and then finding tiger flesh and blood in its stomach.
This act of defying the Heavenly Order left Luoli speechless with shock!
Although he was very confused, the situation was critical at the moment, so Luoli didn't bother to ask.
As for the Blood Corpse from the corpse he drank, it was also digested and absorbed by him, quickly becoming part of his body.
In just a few seconds, Luoli had drained the player he had captured into a dried-up corpse.
[ Soaring Clouds 3773 ] Looking at the graying scene and the gradually rising perspective, he finally realized that he was dead.
His soul passed through the rocks, through the soil, and rose into the sky, entering a state awaiting resurrection.
Meanwhile, in the cave directly below his soul, the players were not entirely unresponsive.
After releasing their weapons, they began a collective, Directed Alienation. Once a new batch of short swords was Alienation, Luoli Raleigh would soon become Count Hedgehog.
However, their growth rate was ultimately slower, and Earl Luoli, who had absorbed the blood of one person, appeared noticeably healthier.
His crimson eyes fixed on Bennett in the wheelchair directly opposite the sarcophagus, and he uttered a word that could summon Psionic Energy:
"Traitor!"
In an instant, the vampire in the wheelchair felt an unbearable pressure pressing down on him.
The immense pressure came from all around, as if his body had been forcibly teleported to the deep sea.