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For a moment, Doug’s eyes widened in surprise as he locked eyes with William.

By this point, the overload of Mana had ruptured William’s capillaries. He was bleeding from every part of his body. But he didn’t stop. He pressed on relentlessly.

Brushing away a final black spear with his left-hand kite shield, William drove his right-hand short sword straight into Doug’s chest. The next moment, Doug vanished from the spot and reappeared behind him.

Doug’s fingernails extended like blades. He brought his five fingers together and thrust toward William’s back.

William quickly twisted his body to the left and parried the attack with his kite shield once more. Using that momentum, he swung his short sword in a wide arc to the left.

Doug leaned back just enough for the swing pass right under his nose. William adjusted the grip on his short sword and then slashed to the right. Doug deflected it with his blade hand, and William immediately followed up with another attack.

Doug avoided that, too. One, two, three steps, Doug backed away from William’s relentless strikes, laughing merrily as he dodged and danced.

In sharp contrast to Doug’s carefree mood, William grew increasingly desperate.

Blood poured from his eyes, nose, and ears. Then, for just a moment, after flicking Doug’s hand outward, an opening presented itself at Doug’s chest. With everything he had left, William thrust his short sword into the spot where the vampire’s heart should have been.

“Ah, so close. You needed just a bit more. You thought you almost had me, didn’t you?”

The short sword had been stopped, its blade piercing through Doug’s outstretched palm. William felt the strength drain rapidly from his body. The last glimmer of light leaked from his armor and faded into nothing.

Doug, his hand still impaled, pushed it forward, sliding it down to the base of the short sword. He then gripped William’s right hand alongside the cross hilt.

“What? Was that all? Well, I suppose that was somewhat fun.” With a giggle, Doug twisted William’s wrist upward and crushed his hand.

“Argh!” William collapsed to one knee on the spot. Blood streamed from his body as if he were sweating it out, forming a pool beneath him. He no longer had the strength to rise.

“Huh? What is this? He looks so damn delicious!” Eliza approached, placing a finger to her lips with a greedy gleam in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze hazy, intoxicated by the scent of blood.

She stood behind William, who remained kneeling before Doug, and caressed his cheek with both hands, gasping with delight as his blood smeared across her palms. Looking down at her blood-soaked hands, Eliza let out a breathy sigh, as if she was unable to hold it in any longer. Then, in one swift motion, she pressed her crimson-stained palms to her face and licked the blood up ravenously.

“Oh my! So delicious!” Eliza murmured with a dazed expression, her face smeared in William’s blood. “Hey, Doug. Can I have him? Can I eat him? Tell me. It’s fine, right? I can dig in, right?”

“I thought we were supposed to keep them alive.” Doug said, amused, as he pulled the short sword from his right hand and casually dropped it, all while looking up at Eliza. Not a single mark remained on his palm.

“You’re such a tease, Doug! Fine! It’s fine as long as I don’t kill him, right? Fufu!” As she spoke, Eliza suddenly morphed the fingers on her right hand into vicious claws. Without hesitation, she plunged them straight into William’s back.

“Arrgh!” The force of the blow made William jerk his head backward in pain. Eliza lifted him effortlessly with one hand, raising his body above her head like a trophy.

“Grr! Gahh!” William arched over her, coughing up blood midair. Eliza extended her long tongue to catch the falling droplets, licking them away.

“So good. So delicious. More! Give me more!” She began moving the hand embedded in William’s back carelessly, twisting it inside him.

“Guuh! Gaaa! Arggaaaa!”

A torrent of blood gushed out all at once, raining down over Eliza’s body. She welcomed the downpour with her mouth wide open, running her left hand across her skin, smearing the blood across herself, and licking it off with her extended tongue.

“Aaaa! Delicious! He’s twitching so much! Ufufufufu! I’m going to squeeze you out! Aahh! This is divine! Wonderful! Amazing! You’re the best!” Eliza was lost in ecstasy, drenched in William’s blood.

“No… NO!! Will! Will!!!”

Corin screamed William’s name, her voice breaking into a shrill wail. Too weak to stand, she reached forward, desperate to move closer. But her hand never reached William. Only her cries calling for William echoed through the battlefield.

The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting everything in a deep, blood-red hue. Shadows stretched long across the ground.

A pulsing wound throbbed in Irvine’s side, the place where the black spears had struck him, beating like a second heart. Yet he felt no pain. As his brothers used to say, “If your fighting spirit is high, even if you’re torn to shreds, you’ll forget all about pain.”

“I see! I don’t feel a thing!” Irvine grinned, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing his sharp, feral canines.

Will’s suicidal charge against the vampires had halted the advance of the black spears, but the front line teetered on the edge of collapse.

Lombard was holding back the swarm of shadow dogs with his massive tower shield, but the stone wall Bibi had raised had been heavily damaged. A gap had opened, and through it, shadow dogs slipped inside and lunged at Lombard. Four of them sank their fangs into his limbs. Blood streamed from the deep wounds. It was a miracle he was still on his feet, but somehow, he continued to push back the shadow dogs, forcing their way through the breach.

Two shadow dogs pounced on Kate, forcing her to the ground. One bit into her legs while the other pinned her head down, ready to tear into her. The creature with its fangs on Kate’s leg thrashed its head violently, as if trying to rip the limb off entirely, when Dana rushed to help, driving her spear into it.

The other shadow dog turned on Dana, snapping its fangs at her, but she managed to shake it off, barely. Still, her right calf had been gouged out alongside her boot. The fact that she could still move was nothing short of incredible.

Helena had a deep wound on her forehead, and the entire left side of her face was smeared red. Yet she kept firing arrows, aiming unerringly at the Brutal Bats overhead.

Meanwhile, the children from the middle and lower levels stood clustered along the broken walls of the training area, shields raised to protect the wounded. They held spears through the narrow gaps, trying to fend off the Brutal Bats descending from the sky.

And now, two shadow dogs burst through the defensive line, charging straight toward Irvine.

(One of them is headed for me, but the other is aiming for Bibi. I won’t let that happen, you mutt!)

Irvine swore internally, stepping in to block the Shadow Dogs’ advance.

Irvine Haggard had been born and raised as the third son of the Haggard family. His father, Harry Haggard, was the team leader for the fourth group of Amukham’s twelve groups. He was one of the central pillars of the Amukham District, known across the land as the Golden Lion.

His eldest brother, Bert, was widely acknowledged as the greatest warrior in all of Amukham District. There was not one person in the kingdom who didn’t know the name of the Golden Wolf of Destruction. Bert had been away for two years, off in another country, and Irvine hadn’t seen him since, but he had remained Irvine’s lifelong idol and ambition.

The second brother, Ryder, a former soldier for the knight order, had built a name for himself on another frontier in the western territories of Amukham. His title, the Golden Vampire Slayer, filled Irvine with pride every time he heard it.

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