The First Vampire

Chapter 589: 587 defeats_1

The howling cold wind and the flurry of oncoming snow made it almost impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

However, Colin kept his eyes stubbornly fixed on the arrogant figure in the center of the battle formation, watching for any changes in his state.

One wave after another, one wave after another.

The warriors of the Blood Knight Army fell one after the other, heroically, fearlessly charging at this troll holy warrior who stood at the pinnacle of martial power in this world.

From the beginning until now, nearly five thousand cavalrymen had fallen at the hand of the Prince Otto.

Such is the terror of the Holy Field’s elite!

Each death of a cavalryman made Colin’s heart bleed.

Fortunately, their sacrifices were not in vain. Now, this holy warrior had finally reached the end of his tether.

In the most recent charge, Prince Otto failed to break the military formation and was instead repelled by a cavalry squad’s fierce onslaught!

Colin’s eyes brightened, and he quickly made a gesture to the orderly.

Woo—

The sound of the military horn rang out again, and quietly the formation of the Blood Knight Army changed.

The temporary halt in the assault allowed Prince Otto to finally take a breather. At this moment, he was soaked in blood, looking like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

But this demon no longer had the insolence he had initially. The white wolf apparition behind him had become faint, as if it would disappear completely in the next second.

However, Prince Otto still had no intention of fleeing.

Amidst the blizzard, this troll holy warrior stood tall and proud like a lone pine tree, seemingly ready to butt heads with the Blood Knight Army to the bitter end.

Thump thump thump…

The hurried hoofbeats drew near again, but this time, Prince Otto distinctly felt a difference.

The momentum was different.

Prince Otto looked around and was surprised to find that the thousands of cavalrymen assembled this time were all professionals!

How could there be so many professionals in the Blood Knight Army?

There was no time to think, the galloping cavalrymen were already close at hand.

This time, Prince Otto did not dare to confront them head-on.

With a flash, he left behind an afterimage on the spot, and he had already appeared on the side of the mounted troops.

Boom!

With one punch, a blood slave’s chest was pierced through, and he was pulled off his war horse.

But to Prince Otto’s surprise, this cavalryman, despite sustaining such severe injuries, did not die right away. Instead, he had the strength to draw his sword and slash at him.

Prince Otto added another kick, directly crushing the man’s skull, only then did he completely fall silent.

But in the time it took for the delay, another wave of cavalry approached.

Over a hundred blood slaves dressed in uniform red armor, assuming orderly stances, even their breaths seemed to be in sync. In this moment, they were like a single entity, a single spear!

Boom!

Prince Otto, unable to dodge, was pierced by this “spear”.

The spear tip facing the brunt of the impact instantly collapsed, and over twenty blood slaves were hurled away, their bodies twisted.

But to his surprise, Prince Otto spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Before he could catch his breath, another wave of assault came.

Boom!

Prince Otto’s right hand, which was swinging, began to tremble, and blood flowed freely from his knuckles.

He just fixed his gaze on a passing cavalryman, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The next moment, regardless of the cavalry formation charging in from behind, Prince Otto rushed forward.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Thud!

Prince Otto yanked the riding cavalryman from his horse with one hand. The cavalryman was about to fight back when Otto struck him in the chest with a punch, and blood splattered everywhere.

But Prince Otto did not continue his attack on the cavalryman. Instead, he removed his helmet.

“Meruvi Volkin!” Prince Otto stared at the troll in front of him in disbelief and questioned, “You’re serving the humans!”

The former Western Prince of the Troll Empire stared back at his cousin, without an ounce of shame, but rather reached out to grab at Prince Otto’s throat.

“Traitor!” Prince Otto roared in uncontrollable anger, and with a strong grip, he tore the fifth-order samurai, Prince Meruvi, into two halves.

Blood gushed out, drenching Prince Otto from head to toe instantly.

Just as this happened, another round of cavalrymen arrived from behind.

Whoosh!

A long spear, like a dragon emerging from the water, with the speed of thunder, pierced through Prince Otto who was shocked at heart.

“Ahhhh!!!!”

Prince Otto screamed and managed to block the terrifying force of the cavalryman’s attack, without being blown away.

With a swift turn, he shattered his attacker into pieces of flesh that scatter into the sky.

But this was just the beginning.

With the Blood slaves daringly attacking one after another, Prince Otto’s momentum gradually faded, and his body showed more wounds.

Like a lion at the end of his path, he was slowly forced into the abyss of death by a group of hungry wolves.

Boom!

Prince Otto was knocked flying out.

He fell clumsily to the ground and after struggling for a while, he stood up again.

But soon, he was knocked over once again but managed to get up again.

…

Pitiful, the mighty one from the Holy Field, the once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy of the Troll Empire, the individual at the peak of this world, was hit around like a rag doll.

Finally, after one knock down, Prince Otto didn’t get up.

The surrounding Blood Knight Army suddenly erupted with enthusiastic cheers to celebrate their recent accomplishment—

Enveloping and killing the Holy Field powerhouse!

Colin watched this scene, but his heart didn’t fully let down its guard.

While cautiously approaching, he gave an order to his three sixth-order blood slaves.

Snap, snap…

With a series of bone-cracking sounds, Prince Otto’s limbs were completely crushed by the blood slaves.

At this point, Prince Otto no longer felt pain. his senses were dazed, and the world spinning in his eyes.

Is it about to end?

Before his dying moments, Prince Otto finally saw the face that haunted his sleepless nights appearing before him.

Colin Angler!

This Holy Warrior’s body shuddered, seemingly wanting to struggle to stand and kill his enemy, but clearly, it was impossible.

Colin approached cautiously, ready to transform into his True Blood Form and escape quickly if anything changed.

But it seemed that Prince Otto had indeed lost his ability to fight.

Well, if he could still move after all this, that would be truly strange.

However, to be cautious, Colin gave a secret order to a blood slave.

Thud!

The blood slave stomped down.

The sound was clearly audible in the wind.

Seems like he has really lost all his strength.

Colin finally let his guard down, had the blood slaves circle around to block the view, came to Prince Otto, and bent down.