Chapter 52: Amelia

Fierce slaughter was intensifying in every corner of this dilapidated village.

Faced with this sudden and unexpected scene, the vampire soldiers, caught off guard against these bloodthirsty, frenzied werewolves that had completely lost their minds, quickly fell to a disadvantage.

Looking around, these werewolves transformed from villagers numbered as many as fifty or sixty.

In just a short time, these mutated villagers seemed to have already adapted to the power of the werewolves.

Even though the vampire soldiers wore hard armor, it still could not stop the sharp fangs in these mutant werewolves' mouths.

"Form ranks, do not panic."

Facing these mutant werewolves lunging from all directions at any moment.

The vampire female knight, relying on her agile skills, continuously fired the crossbow in her hands, dispatching one mutant werewolf after another.

For a time, the werewolves, having lost their humanity and running rampant, seemed to catch a scent of danger and dared not approach her recklessly anymore.

With the female knight's arrival, the vampire soldiers in the village who had originally been at a disadvantage seemed to find their backbone, and one after another they gathered toward the female knight.

In just a moment, under the female knight's orderly command, the soldiers' casualties were immediately brought under control, and they launched a fierce counterattack on the spot.

As more and more soldiers gathered close, the werewolf pack, which had originally held the upper hand but had become like scattered sand due to their loss of reason,

Under the female knight's orderly organization, could no longer gain the slightest advantage.

Watching the werewolves surging forward wave after wave, although the soldiers' orderly counterattack had checked their momentum,

The strength of their defensive counterattack was also weakening as their crossbow bolts continuously dwindled.

"Lord Amelia, if this continues, the situation is dire."

A squad leader behind her said to the female knight in front.

It turned out the female knight was actually Amelia, one of the Three Great Vampire Elders from Legend of the Night.

Amelia glanced behind her and saw that there were no more than thirty-odd vampire soldiers, and with the number of crossbows in their hands constantly decreasing, she feared it would be difficult to maintain this suppression of the werewolves.

"Follow my orders, maintain formation, and move toward the outside of the village. Our reinforcements are already on the way. Everyone, hold on."

At Amelia's command, the squad began to move.

However, as the order was issued, during the movement, soldiers were inevitably pounced on and dragged out of the formation by werewolves lunging and biting from all sides.

Watching soldiers who, from time to time, fell out of formation and were fought over by swarms of werewolves, their severed limbs scattering and blood splashing, Amelia was helpless.

Just as both sides were locked in massive slaughter and a stalemate, the night sky, illuminated by firelight, suddenly fell into darkness.

Sensing the anomaly, Amelia looked toward the night sky and saw vast dark clouds surging forth like a tide.

When the sky-covering dark clouds swept close, Amelia was shocked to discover that it was actually a ghostly apparition composed of countless black bats.

But at this moment, she, due to her distraction, caused a slight breach in the formation, and a werewolf seized the opportunity and dragged her out of the ranks.

Facing the crisis, Amelia forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart, quickly drew the dagger from her waist, and plunged it into the narrow ear of the werewolf that had already bitten onto the armor of her arm.

But before Amelia could even catch her breath, she was instantly pinned to the ground by two werewolves that came pouncing right after, and the only weapon in her hand immediately slipped from her grasp.

Intense pain shot from her thigh and arm in an instant.

She knew that the sharp fangs had already pierced through the armor.

An immense sensation of tearing came from the two places of severe pain.

Faced with the fear of death, Amelia finally dropped her disguise and let out a deathbed cry.

"Bang bang~!!" With two consecutive strange sounds, Amelia, enduring the pain in her body, felt a warm liquid cover her face.

It was the smell of blood.

"I'm not dead~!" Her blue-green pupils, carrying a trace of terror and like those of a wild kitten, suddenly snapped open.

A scene she would never forget for the rest of her life appeared before Amelia's eyes.

She saw a terrifying figure, like a Demon, suspended in the sky, with countless bats swirling around him like a tide.

That terrifying, frigid aura continuously assaulted her sensitive and fragile nerves, making her breath catch.

And the werewolves in front of her had long since vanished without a trace; all that remained was blood-red gore and residue covering the ground.

The slow-to-realize Amelia only then became aware of where the blood on her body had come from.

She stood up trembling, looking around in bewilderment.

She saw that both her own soldiers and the surrounding werewolves were all under assault from the sky-filling bats.

And all around, there were also large numbers of humans transformed from bats, mingling on the chaotic battlefield.

In just a moment, the once-arrogant werewolves, along with her squad, had all fallen one after another under their encirclement.

Even the werewolves that had lost their humanity and become bloodthirsty and brutal now had only the instinct to flee for their lives.

Abruptly, a figure appeared before Amelia, and before she could make out the person's appearance, a sense of weakness she had never felt before suddenly rose from within her body.

At the same time, a voice rang out beside her ear.

"Woman~ submit or die!"

The voice exploded like thunder beside her ear; her heart suddenly stopped, then began beating violently like a war drum, as if it wanted to burst through her chest and break free.

An inexplicable fear swept through her entire body.

By the time she recovered, she found that, without knowing when, she had already fallen to her knees before that figure, displaying submission.

A trace of horror flashed through her eyes.

Amelia looked up and saw that this figure that had suddenly appeared was actually the terrifying entity in the sky.

Now that she was close, she discovered that the master of that terrifying figure was not, as she had imagined, a hideous Demon.

Instead, he was quite handsome, even bearing a touch of elegant aristocratic temperament.

So much so that when she now clearly saw the figure of the man before her, her gaze could not help but reveal a trace of disbelief, along with threads of bewilderment.

Not until a cold snort reached her ears did Amelia, whose heart suddenly tightened, spurt a mouthful of blood from her lips.

Clutching her chest, where the violent contraction was about to stop her heart, Amelia had a flash of inspiration and shouted loudly, "I submit, I submit!!"

The voice, amid intense pain and on the verge of fainting from oxygen deprivation to the brain, was so hysterical, yet so full of powerlessness.

As Amelia cried out her submission, the pain all over her body and the brain on the verge of fainting suddenly loosened.

Before she could react in any other way, Amelia began gasping for breath in great heaving mouthfuls; she had never felt that the air was so wonderful.

"Your name!"

"A-Amelia." Amelia looked up at the man who could casually control her life and death, not daring to hesitate for even a moment.

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