The First Vampire

Chapter 711: 709 Bloody Night (Part 1)_1
 

“Cusius’ father?”

Colin looked at the young face of Kurd, thinking the other had misspoken, “Don’t you mean to say that Cusius is your father?”

Kurd laughed and shook his head:

“No, Duke St. Chapman, I didn’t misspeak. What you see before you is an old fellow who’s over a hundred.”

Colin was momentarily taken aback, but quickly displayed a enlightened expression, saying:

“I finally understand what you use to deceive those old rascals. You’ve actually developed a rejuvenation spell?”

“You flatter me.” Kurd laughed modestly, but his face still unconsciously betrayed his pride.

Then, he asked incredulously:

“Duke St. Chapman, you don’t seem concerned at all after hearing that I’m Cusius’s father.”

Colin smirked and chuckled:

“what’s there to worry about? Does Cusius think that by staging a few acts, making his son my student, and giving me a scroll that is said to withstand the Eyes of Judgement, he could win my trust?

My trust isn’t earned so cheaply.

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Let’s not discuss whether the Temple Knight Regiment you’ve brought can defeat the Blood Knight Army in the city and sacrifice Huorong City. As for Cusius, do you really think I don’t know what he’s planning to prepare? A sacrificical magic array?”

“Really?” Kurd’s expression slowly turned serious, “So, you were prepared long ago?”

“Yes.” Colin calmly declared, his aura gradually elevating, “To let you schemers who only dare to lurk in the shadows know that this world is ultimately governed by strength!”

“Fine!” Kurd seemed to push aside any lingering hopes of luck, but his confidence remained undiminished, “Then let’s determine the victory! Duke St. Chapman!”

Then, Scholar Yerug who was on the side suddenly interjected:

“Duke St. Chapman, before the decisive battle, shouldn’t you let go of Miss Grace first? After all, bullying a weak woman is really beneath your knightly image.”

Colin smirked, the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth made his grin especially vicious:

“In my eyes, Grace is not a weak woman, but an enemy who is painstakingly plotting against my life. Since she has chosen to become my enemy, she can’t expect any mercy from me.”

Crack-click–

As soon as he finished speaking, Colin twisted Grace’s neck and let her corpse gradually slide down.

Anger flashed across Scholar Yerug’s face as he involuntarily took a few steps forward, but immediately stopped.

Clearly, he hadn’t completely lost his reason to dare attack a Holy Knight.

The air around them began to stagnate, the aura of these two Holy Field powerhouses gradually rising, and the fight was about to break out.

The candlelight in the room flickered, Scholar Yerug couldn’t bear the terrifying aura of suppression, and quickly distanced himself.

Colin’s black hair instantly turned gold, as pure as a quietly burning flame.

On the other hand, Kurd’s eyes slowly turned white, flickering with the insanity and ferocity of a beast.

A strong wind suddenly swept through the castle, stirring up dust and debris from the ground and leaving marks on the sturdy walls.

Suddenly, the forming whirlwind strangely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

However, this tranquility lasted only for an instant. In the next second, Colin and Kurd’s figures disappeared almost simultaneously from their original places.

A silver light suddenly lit up in the room.

Clang!

The silver light exploded, turning into numerous tiny sparks.

Both of them moved at an unbelievable speed, their forms practically indiscernible to the naked eye—as if the distance in space could no longer pose any hindrance to them.

The more Colin fought, the more peculiar it seemed.

Because this mage named Kurd before him was downright bizarre.

He was clearly a mage, yet he possessed the strength of the Holy Field.

More importantly, Colin couldn’t figure out which God-touched profession he belonged to.

Among the professionals in this world, only those with a God-touched profession, such as human knights, elven rangers, troll samurai, orc skull-crackers, had the chance to ascend to the Holy Field.

The other professions were unable to break the sixth tier shackles.

According to the Glorious Church, the Holy Field beyond the sixth tier was forbidden territory for ordinary people. Only those blessed by the Divine Being with God-touched professions stood a chance of entering.

Mr. Ji managed to enter the Holy Field because he possessed the body of a Holy knight.

However, this Kurd had only rejuvenated. He didn’t possess the body of anyone from the Holy Field.

The power he wielded didn’t belong to any God-touched professionals either. Instead, it seemed to be a combination of arcane power and his physical strength.

Boom!

The explosive airflow wrecked the entire room, leaving countless black slashes on the sturdy granite walls as if they would collapse with just one touch.

The two figures crossed paths and put some distance between them again.

Surprise flashed in Colin’s golden eyes, and he asked,

“What kind of monster are you?”

Kurd raised his hands, and strands of green arcane energy coiled around his arms, forming something similar to armor.

He cracked a smile and said,

“Duke St. Chapman, you, like the ignorant masses, have been deceived by those false gods for too long. Your thoughts have been so confined that you cannot accept anything beyond your cognition.

I’m not a ‘monster’, you’re not an embodiment of righteousness, and the Holy knights are not the only right path.

This world is full of hidden secrets, but not many have the courage and boldness to explore them.”

Colin’s brows knit slightly.

He was not a devout follower of the Lord of Glory at all. Ever since he came to this different world, he had been exploring the truth about the Blood Clan and the mysteries related to it.

His ambition and exploratory consciousness coincided with the rebellious spirit of the mages.

Unfortunately, the natural opposition between nobles and mages made it hard for Colin to gain the support of this group.

However, during this journey to the Eastern Frontier, Colin truly planned on conquering Yevir and completely subduing the group of mages.

Of course, before that, he must eliminate the dangerous elements within them—such as Mr. Ji, and this even more peculiar Kurd mage reflecting before him.

A gruesome tear opened in the air as Colin’s sword slashed without hesitation amidst his considerations.

Countless golden flames gushed out from the opening and spread rapidly like a wave.

The arcane energy on Kurd’s arm also began to gather swiftly.

Whoosh!

A green lightning-like energy cut through the air, its terrifying breath aiming at Colin’s position.

Boom!

In an instant, the ground shook and the sky cracked.

Under the clash of the two Holy Field powerhouses, the castle of the Brugen Family collapsed like a pile of toy bricks.