I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 228: The Iron Behemoth VS The Beastman Army, 100,000 Gold Pucks Well Spent (Long Chapter)

Boom–

Cap Lion, deep in slumber, was abruptly awoken by a tremendous noise.

It felt as though the earth was shaking and the mountains were toppling.

Cap jolted awake, his eyes flashing with a glint of cold light.

What's happened??

He rolled over, donned his armor in record time, and stepped out of his dwelling, the cold and piercing light of his dwarf-forged longsword gleaming in his hand.

Standing outside, he cast his gaze into the distance.

Due to the thick fog above Dwarf Valley, moonlight couldn't penetrate the valley, leaving it very dim, and even though Beastmen possessed some night vision, they still couldn't make out what was happening afar in such an environment.

He could only rely on the faint light of torches and magic lamps to peer into the distance–not able to see the source of the noise but vaguely sensing a massive figure sweeping across the sky.

It was like a demon from the abyss, terrifying and spine-chilling.

Dang~ Dang~ Dang~

A series of emergency alarms rang out after the loud bang, struck by patrolling Beastmen. The once-peaceful Dwarf City instantly erupted into chaos.

Enemy attack alarm!!

Cap's expression tightened slightly–it was neither an earthquake nor a mountain collapse. But before he could react further,

Boom–

Another, even more exaggerated sound erupted, and after a tremor, the solid walls erected at the valley's entrance…collapsed!!

Upon hearing the distinct sound of the walls collapsing, surprise flashed across Cap's eyes, undeniable.

The Dwarf walls, known for their extremity in solidity–where even Beastmen siege weapons failed to destroy them–had completely collapsed??

Who exactly is the enemy??

At this moment, a few Beastmen Warriors, responsible for standing guard, hurried over.

They saluted Cap, placing a fist over their chest, “King.”

“Go immediately and investigate the enemy's situation. Also, gather the Wolf Cavalry straight away, prepare for a counterattack!!

Have the Third Tribe divert some men to watch the Dwarves and prevent them from causing trouble.”

Cap's tone was very calm. The Beastmen were a Strong Battle Race, always living amidst warfare.

They had their own strategy for dealing with war. The enemy was not yet clear, and there was still enough time to respond.

“Yes,”

The ordered Beastmen dashed to convey the commands, while Cap himself strode out of the courtyard.

He didn't live in the City Lord's mansion but a simple courtyard instead.

As soon as he stepped out the gate, he saw Beastmen emerging from their homes onto the street, inquiring each other about what had happened. The numerous figures crowded the street tightly.

As Cap was about to speak, his peripheral vision caught sight of a terrifying shadow.

“Enemy attack!!” An alarm had just been sounded.

The enormous figure that had been hunting in the sky seemed to spot something and let out a terrifying roar–so sharp and shocking that even Cap's heart tensed.

While the Beastmen were still dazed, a dreadful giant beast with a thick armor, wingspan extending 16 blades, and sharp, ice-cold wing blades descender sharply from the sky above the street.

Demon's descent!!

No Beastman could have imagined the kind of terrifying demon they were now facing.

Many Beastmen, having just been woken from sleep, were still groggy and had not recovered their senses before they were fatally struck.

On the 30-blade-wide street, the beast's razor-sharp wings, akin to the scythe of the Death God, dove at high speed amid the dense crowd of Beastmen.

Two fearsome giant claws plunged directly into the ground, tearing apart the cobblestone street as if a giant hook was plowing through the earth, sending cobblestones and soil flying.

The dreadful Blade Wings, combined with the beast's swift dive, could slice straight through the dwarf-forged weapons in the Beastmen's hands.

Like a large agricultural machine harvesting wheat, the congested street was cleared of Beastmen in mere seconds, resulting in heavy casualties.

Only leaving those on either side of the street who weren't caught in the path.

In the middle was a river of blood, limbs strewn all about–a path of death.

Silence, a silence as of death.

No wounded were wailing, for in the beast's dive attack, there were only those who managed to evade and those who died; there were no merely injured.

Dong~ Dong~ Dong

The urgent alarm kept ringing above the city, but along with this bloody scene, it sounded like the bell tolling for the dead, a send-off for them.

Cap's expression turned very unpleasant, as he had just come to his senses to witness this scene.

Murderous intent surged within him.

“Troops, disperse and rally!! Archers, crossbowmen, organize a counterattack immediately!!

Lion Tribe!! Invincible!!”

Angry roars snapped the dazed Beastmen back to attention, and morale, previously low, began to surge.

“Lion Tribe!! Invincible!!”

“Lion Tribe!! Invincible!!”

The Beastmen's rallying battle cries, starting from Cap's street, spread to the surrounding areas. Before long, the entire city boiled over with the chant, and morale, once subdued, was instantly stabilized.

But the battle was far from just this.

Thump, thump, thump–

The earth trembled.

When a 7-blade tall One-eyed Giant, clad in 8 tons of heavy armor, ran upon the ground, a massive footprint would appear with every step he took.

After Koso used the brute force of the Bronze One-eyed Giant to single-handedly destroy the Dwarves' wall, he entered Dwarf Valley.

Dwarf City was not directly built at the entrance guarded by the wall but was instead surrounded by a vast stretch of grassland, about three kilometers away from the wall.

With Koso's 7-blade stature and his running speed, each step spanning over ten meters, he could cover three kilometers in just a few minutes.

As he neared Dwarf City, the first batch of Beastmen troops had just barely assembled.

Wolf Cavalry.

The ace troop of the Beastmen.

At that moment, 500 of them were gathered in front of the Dwarf City, with more Wolf Cavalry still on their way.

When the Beastmen saw a Steel Giant, clad in solid armor, charging toward them with a terrifying aura, the atmosphere momentarily paused. However, as soon as the chants from within the city rose, they quickly regained their confidence.

The Wolf Cavalry roared and launched a charge towards the enormous figure before them.

Bang~ Bang~

The ground trembled more violently under the fury of both sides.

500 Wolf Cavalry against a Bronze One-eyed Giant.

A scene that was nothing short of epic.

But in terms of momentum, the 500 Wolf Cavalry couldn't match a heavily armored Koso's domineering presence.

The distance between the two sides grew closer and closer.

Boom~

Flesh and bone collided directly with steel.

Seven or eight mount wolves crashed crazily into Koso. Koso's armor alone weighed 8 tons, and with his almost four-ton terrifying body mass,

it was like the Wolf Cavalry were colliding against a mountain–and at terrifying speeds.

In that instant, the mount wolves and the Beastmen Cavalry riders behind them burst apart, losing their breath before even hitting the ground.

Koso held two longswords, each reaching five blades in length and with a spine thickness of 30 centimeters, glinting lethally.

Valen, the Forging Master, had exhausted all of Dawn City's materials to forge them for Koso.

Weapons of Perfect Quality.

Koso's fearsome strength, wielding these two longswords, was like a meat grinder in his slaughter.

The Bronze One-eyed Giant's power when swinging these weapons even exceeded ten tons, with a full-force burst reaching several dozen tons.

Any Wolf Cavalry hit by the swing of the longswords died on the spot; even a strike from the back of the sword would shatter all their bones, immediately incapacitating them.

The scene was like activating an invincible mode in a game, extremely shocking.

From a bird's eye view, one could see hundreds of Wolf Cavalry recklessly pouncing at Koso from all directions,

but Koso's thick armor was even thicker than their teeth. The solid armor frustrated the Wolf Cavalry, leaving only a few white marks.

The weapons raised by the Beastmen Knights bounced off Koso's body, unable to cause even the slightest injury.

The tremendous strength of the Bronze One-eyed Giant meant that even dozens of Wolf Cavalry piling on him couldn't restrict his movement.

Their actions were like moths to a flame.

Every time Koso raised his hand to swing the sword, at least one Wolf Cavalry met their end.

At that time, he was the Death God.

The dense numbers meant he didn't need to worry about missing his targets.

He just needed to swing the swords, swing them again.

Koso's exaggerated lethality even caused a mist of blood to permeate the air, as a Wolf Cavalry's blood hadn't finished spurting before the blood of the next one already splashed to several blades high.

The entire scene was bloody and explosive.

The fighting prowess of the Bronze One-eyed Giant clad in heavy armor was unimaginable!

Within the Dwarf City.

Castro was madly unleashing his brutality. As a being of Dark Life, even if fused with the holy Power of Faith, deep down, he was still a creature of Dark Life.

Slaughter, was his nature.

The pleasure of robbing life intoxicated him.

“You lowly Beastmen, fall at the feet of your master.

Only death can bring you eternal peace,”

Castro declared, after one plunging attack after soaring into the air, he turned his head to overlook the street below, which he had forcedly obliterated, his piercing voice echoing above the city.

“Embrace your fate,”

The night was his domain, and Death accompanied him at that moment.

Seeing another street crowded with Beastmen, Castro flapped his wings again and plunged into the attack.

Reaching a height of a hundred blades, his mouth bristling with sharp fangs opened, and bang bang bang~

Like the breath of a giant dragon, a series of Fireballs erupted out~

Boom Boom Boom~

The houses below were smashed by the Fireballs and instantly burst into explosion, the fierce flames igniting and illuminating the dark night sky.

Before the angry Beastmen could react, Castro's massive body plunged downwards, his body sheathed in sharp armor a more powerful weapon than any Magic.

The Blade Wings could slice through weapons of less than Perfect Quality, and everything below–whether it was the Beastmen's armor, weapons, or shields–were destined to shatter under his Blade Wings.

The street was only ten blades wide, but Castro had no concern as his massive body directly dived into it, with a wingspan of sixteen blades exceeding the limits of the street's capacity.

Yet, he had no fear.

The bat wings pierced directly into the buildings on either side, cleaving straight through the middle.

The Blade Wings' unmatched sharpness sliced through the sturdy Dwarf buildings, even those piled up with stone, breaking them apart under the sharpness of the wings.

The scene was extremely exaggerated.

From the frontal view, as Castro dove into the narrow street, charging wildly, the buildings on both sides of the street crumbled and collapsed, raising a storm of debris, dust, and wood. The massive clouds of dust rolled up following the figure of the emerging king.

It was as if Castro came enveloped in a cloud of endless dust.

The flames from the exploding Fireballs, far from being extinguished in the cloud of dust after the collapse of the buildings, grew even more fierce.

Destruction was the synonym for Castro at that moment.

This new king declared his power to the world for the first time.

Over two hundred Beastmen perished with the destruction of that street.

After leaping to the end of the street, Castro rose again.

It was then that a huge figure leapt up from the adjacent building, the sharp Longsword in hand brutally stabbed towards Castro's chest as he took flight.

Craig Shadow Hunter, a level 16 Werewolf Clan warrior, had a merciless glint flash through his deep blue eyes.

This giant beast's life, he had claimed it!!

The hunting of a vicious werewolf was often hidden in the shadows; they would only pounce at the moment when their prey was most relaxed to launch a deadly strike.

And after Castro's dive, the moment he ascended was when his strength was exhausted, and new power had not yet emerged.

Craig had even anticipated the scene where his longsword would pierce the opponent's heart.

Victory would ultimately belong to the Beastmen!!

Castro, seeing the figure that suddenly jumped out from the shadows, was taken aback! Without time to dodge, the opponent's longsword stabbed ferociously into his chest.

Clang~

The longsword that had accompanied Craig through decades of battles broke directly under his disbelieving gaze!

At this moment, he looked up sharply, just in time to meet Castro's gaze as he bent over, and in this cursed giant beast's eyes, Craig even saw intense mockery.

As they crossed paths, the unwilling werewolf extended his sharp claws and fiercely scratched across Castro's belly, with a grating sound that was extremely piercing to the ears.

Not a scratch.

Apart from leaving a series of white marks, Craig's claws, which could tear through steel, did no damage to the armor on Castro's body.

Huff Huff~

By the time Craig landed on the ground and looked up again, Castro had already flapped his massive bat wings and returned to the skies.

Leaving on the ground a werewolf full of fury and helplessness.

Woo~ Woo~

The sound of the long war horns echoed over the Dwarf City, the call to arms for war.

Craig, with resentment, glanced at Castro above in the sky, then turned and ran wildly towards the source of the sound.

This was the Beastmen's summoning order; upon hearing the command, regardless of where they were or what they were doing, any Beastman not on a mission had to gather immediately.

Castro also heard the sound, as the Beastmen who had hidden from him now surged out from their shelters and ran furiously towards the source of the horns,

The dense crowd of Beastmen filled him with delight, and he dove in for another attack.

Blood drenched the scene.

But the Beastmen were too numerous; even in less than ten minutes, Castro had slain over a thousand Beastmen, and the bodies could pile up into a small hill.

Yet for the Beastmen with an army of tens of thousands, this was still not enough to deal a fatal blow to them.

Cap Lion mounted a Wolf Cavalry King with a height of three blades and a level of 15, looking troubled as he arrived at the front of the Dwarf City.

At this moment, messengers were blowing the long war horns, and the wooing sound thundered through the valley like roaring thunder.

Behind him, nearly ten square formations were neatly lined up, each with a thousand men.

The Beastmen's army of over ten thousand had gathered in less than ten minutes, the scene was incredibly spectacular.

However, in this army of tens of thousands, less than one-third were wearing full suits of armor and carrying official weapons.

The majority were clad in crudely stitched hides, and some even had their upper bodies bare, muscles full of scars bulging prominently.

Cap drove his Wolf Cavalry King to the front of the troops, his gaze burning as he stared at the terrifying giant outside the city, the One-eyed Giant.

At this moment, nearly three hundred bodies of the mighty Wolf Cavalry lay around Kosos, and yet the Bronze One-eyed Giant had not suffered much damage, his two giant swords being repeatedly stained red with blood, cleaned, and then stained again.

Average levels of 7 to 9, and even many elite Wolf Cavalry at level 10, were now being butchered like lambs, one by one with ease,

These were the Wolf Cavalry who had brought countless nightmares to the border armies of the Nolan Empire.

The Beastmen's ace troop was actually being slaughtered! And it was an unmasked slaughter, with Cap's expression growing increasingly somber.

Even he would have received substantial damage when hunted by so many Wolf Cavalry, yet until now, they hadn't managed to breach the damned giant's defenses.

Unbearable!

Rage was burning.

“Troops, assemble!! Call the siege crossbows to hunt the flying giant creature in the sky, Craig, come with me, I want to personally kill this damned One-eyed Giant!!”

Cap, more majestic than a lion, spurred the King of the Wolf Cavalry towards Kosos at a mad gallop.

Craig, who had just arrived at the battlefield, snatched a Wolf Cavalry's mount and immediately followed.

They had to restrain this giant, or else their losses would be even more severe.

The Beastman general responsible for the command immediately mobilized the already-gathered army, preparing to hunt the giant and the flying giant creature still ravaging the city skies.

“Siege crossbows ready to hunt the giant creature in the sky!!

Heavy armor troops prepare, follow Lord Cap to hunt the One-eyed Giant.

Spear infantry protect the crossbow carts and archers!!”

“Three companies of Wolf Cavalry, immediately take three thousand troops to the city walls to guard, preventing the enemy's reinforcements from invading.”

“Alani, take your men and guard the Dwarves!!”

“Wild Boar, lead a portion of the army to put out the fires in the city.”

The Beastmen, a race of constant warfare, quickly recovered from the panic of the sudden attack.

The Beastmen's high-ranking officers immediately began instructing their subordinates to take action.

And just as the Beastmen army received orders and prepared to carry out their tasks, Cap, who had charged towards Kosos, suddenly twisted his head to look towards the mountain peak on the right side of the Dwarf Valley, his expression drastically changing.

He felt a strong Magic Fluctuation, this unrestrained Magic Fluctuation must be the gathering of a powerful magic.

Where did this Spellcaster come from??

But before he had a chance to speak,

In the dim skies above, suddenly, as if the apocalypse had come, an exaggeratedly wide red cloud enveloped all the Beastmen troops.

Magic Power churned wildly within the flame-like red cloud, so much so that even the Beastmen warriors with no Casting Talent felt the strangeness.

Cap's expression turned extremely grim; the Lion Tribe's Spellcasters were still in Lion Tribe, guarding their home; he had not brought them here to Dwarf Valley.

Facing such a terrifying magic, he had no means to counter at this moment.

“All troops scatter!!” Cap managed to issue a warning,

when the scene that chilled his spine occurred.

Within the red cloud that lit up the sky appeared countless dense Blazing Fireballs.

The fireballs varied in size, but even the smallest was the width of a blade, with the largest reaching a diameter of three blades.

Like meteors plummeting to earth, the fireballs appeared in an instant, trailing long tails of flames as they crashed into the densely packed Beastman horde with incredible speed.

Boom~

At that moment, the recently assembled Beastman throng, still tightly packed, had no chance to evade, as searing temperatures swept through the area around the explosion's center.

A single fireball blast could claim the lives of dozens.

And now, the red clouds in the sky acted with deranged fury, spreading out as more fireballs rained down like meteor showers.

The true apocalypse had arrived.

Bang bang bang~

The earth burst open under the explosions, the sky alight with the intense heat of flames.

Chaos reigned, complete and utter chaos.

As dozens of fireballs exploded within the Beastman army every second, the hastily gathered forces instantaneously disintegrated.

Confronted with this catastrophic magic, an unstoppable and indefensible power, no one dared muster the courage to face it.

It was pointless; they could not battle the fireballs raining from the sky.

Disperse and flee!!

All the Beastmen frantically ran beyond the scope of the red clouds.

Those on the periphery quickly escaped the battlefield, but those in the center couldn't get away in time and desperately vied for room to survive among their comrades.

Some Beastmen, in their hurry to flee, would knock over the ones in front and leave them behind without a second thought.

Death is the greatest fear; even the bravest Beastman could not resist the fear rooted in their souls when faced with apocalyptic devastation.

The Beastmen's frantic cries could no longer maintain any semblance of order in the chaos.

The turmoil spread wildly as the magic rained from above.

Upon seeing this, Koso let out an exhilarated roar, not caring that Cap Lion, the king of the Lion Tribe, was rapidly approaching from nearby. He furiously shook off the persistently pursuing Wolf Cavalry and charged toward the dense Beastman crowd.

He was intent on killing more Beastmen, to enlarge the victory.

For Dawn City!!

Koso felt an intense excitement and thrill beneath his armor. He would earn great merit for Dawn City once again and be rewarded by his magnificent master!

Cap, however, promptly gave up on the damned giant and didn't pursue him, instead, he sharply changed direction, heading toward the location of the spellcasters.

If those spellcasters weren't dealt with, the Beastmen would face even greater losses!!

“Craig, you deal with that giant. I will go hunt their spellcasters!!”

Cap's voice was thick with rage. From being rudely awakened to now, not even 15 minutes had elapsed.

The losses suffered by the Beastmen were indescribable. If he didn't handle the situation correctly, the Lion Tribe could very well become utterly diminished!

This hatred had to be washed away with blood.

The enemy's tightly chained steps completely disrupted his rhythm, making him feel as though shadowy hands were manipulating everything he did.

Warriors roused from their sleep couldn't reach their peak condition, and the disorientation brought by the night made the Beastman army's response immeasurably slower than usual.

Then, after finally assembling the troops, they discovered that the Steel Giants capable of easily slaying hundreds of Beastmen, the very ones brutalizing the Wolf Cavalry, were merely bait from the enemy.

The enemy had been waiting for him to deliberately gather his forces before unleashing a magical attack of annihilation!

These damn, treacherous bastards!! I swear by the Hunting God I will sever your heads!!

At that moment, Castro, seeing the chaos on the ground from above, was filled with immense joy.

“Receive the blessing of my lord, filthy Beastmen!!”

He flapped his Blade Wings and dove once again.

Just then, a huge fireball from the red clouds above crashed down onto Castro.

The fireball burst apart, and although it failed to harm Castro, it momentarily cloaked his armor in a layer of fiery armor.

At that moment, Castro resembled a demon from Purgatory, bringing death and flames.

Splat~

On the expansive ground below, the densely packed Beastmen had nowhere to hide, and underneath the Blade Wings, none survived.

Mangled limbs, strewn across the earth.

The searing flames bore an eerie, terrifying beauty as they fed on the spraying blood.

Neither the Bronze One-eyed Giant nor the Dawn Bat king, when adorned in Perfect Level armor, the power unleashed was utterly crushing for the ordinary Beastmen.

And now Cap, riding atop the king of wolves, had followed the magic fluctuations and found the spellcasters he was seeking.

Within a massive encampment, beneath thick forests, lay hundreds of spellcasters, the potent aura of two central spellcasters reaching Level 15.

These spellcasters were positioned with great care, all channeling their magic power into the two Level 15 spellcasters.

These were all Vampires? Sensing the presence of the Bloodline not of high rank, Cap's expression slightly tensed. Why would these accursed Dark Creatures strike against the Lion Tribe?

After carefully observing the Vampires' actions, his expression darkened, “Damn bastards, composite magic??

Vampires!! You should not have provoked the mighty Lion Tribe!!”

His intent to kill surged.

At this time, Cap deeply regretted not bringing the tribe's Shaman from the Lion Tribe to Dwarf Valley.

Had the great Shaman been there, he would've been able to foresee the enemies' despicable tricks.

“Well, well, finally showed up, did you… I've been waiting a long time for you…”

Just as Cap was ready to wreak havoc, two strong figures appeared before and behind him.

Betty, with a longsword in hand, looked at the Lion-man atop the wolf, her eyes blazing with the desire for combat.

A formidable foe.

And she, yearned for battle.

“Foolish humans, despicable Vampires, you will bear my endless rage!!”

Cap's massive lion head became savage as his aura surged tremendously, urging the wolf to charge at Betty in front.

They all had to die.

Chapter end