Chapter 1641 The Battle Begins

Gods' world, Gothic plane.

Tallen Mill City.

Night had just fallen, and the city, which had been bustling all day, finally gradually quieted down.

If someone could look down at the earth from the sky from the perspective of a god, they would clearly find that the church district, the noble district, and the commercial district were still brightly lit and bustling with people. A number of beautifully decorated carriages were running on the bluestone pavement, shuttling between different private banquets and literary salons.

Only the western part of the entire city was completely engulfed in the endless darkness, with only a few dim candlelights shining through, announcing that it was not a forbidden place for life, but there was still life there.

Not only that, but there was also a lot of life.

According to incomplete official statistics from Tarlen Mill, the entire slum area in the west of the city is home to nearly 60,000 people, accounting for more than one-third of the entire city. The people living here are coolies, vagrants, prostitutes, gangsters, villains and the like, so the environmental sanitation and public security in this area are extremely bad.

During the day, there were sporadic sheriffs and patrols maintaining order on the streets.

But at night, with their withdrawal, this area became a place of crime that no one could control!

As soon as it got dark, all the timid residents hid back home, tightly closed the doors and windows, and never dared to go out again. In the wet and muddy streets and alleys, ghostly black figures wandered one after another.

From time to time, shrill screams and cries for help would be heard in a shantytown, but the people living here had long developed the good habit of "minding their own business", and no one came out to check or intervene.

So, the sound soon stopped, making people wonder if they had hallucinations. Under the dark night sky, the ominous night owl flew low, and the evil howling added a bit of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere to this world.

The only tavern that was not closed was still lit, and the dim yellow light of the torch could barely pierce the thick fog and the night, covering half of the street, while the rest of the place was submerged in darkness, with occasional rustling noises.

With a loud bang.

The two doors of the tavern were knocked open by a huge force, and a drunken middle-aged man staggered out, still holding a bottle of low-quality liquor that he had not finished. He had no companions around him, and although he was staggering and could hardly stand, he still walked into the alley on the side with ease.

With the dim light reflected from the street, Dunn held the wet wall with his hand and staggered to the depths of the alley.

It was deserted here, so cold that even a mouse could not be seen.

He held the wall with difficulty, pulled down his pants casually, and spit a bubble at the base of the wall.

Just when he was peeing most refreshingly, there seemed to be a subtle sound of wings breaking through the air in the darkness behind him. Dunn was so scared that he shuddered and hurriedly looked back, but he could only see the dark alley and the increasingly thick night fog.

"Damn it, damn it, I clearly heard some sound just now..." Dunn looked around nervously, but found nothing. He could only mutter and continue to complain: "I heard that this place is not very auspicious, I'd better leave quickly!"

However, just when he wanted to turn around, a bloody mouth suddenly jumped out of the endless darkness and bit his neck fiercely.

Dunn, who was frightened to death by infinite fear, opened his throat and screamed shrilly, but it was a pity that no matter how he pushed and beat, he couldn't get rid of the soft and strange figure. Soon, his screams and struggles gradually weakened, and only the creepy and strange "sucking" sound remained in the dark alley.

During this period, pedestrians passed by the alley, and they also heard the sounds of crying for help and tearing.

But adhering to the iron rule of "mind your own business", they all turned up their collars and quickened their pace, fleeing the ominous alley in panic.

In the darkness, Heath, who had finally had a full meal, let go of the "prey" and let it slide slowly like a pool of mud. It excitedly stretched out its long scarlet tongue and licked the blood left between its sharp blood-sucking fangs.

After sucking out the blood of an adult man, in addition to a strong sense of fullness, Heath also obtained a trace of blood essence from it, which also allowed its own bloodline ability to grow slightly.

It made a simple estimate.

If it can suck the blood of 27 mature "prey" smoothly like this, it will be qualified to upgrade to another level and become an elite in the tribe.

However, predation is easy and it is difficult to deal with it!

How to deal with the corpse of the prey has also become the most headache for nocturnal vampires.

If the body is left here, and someone reports it to the authorities tomorrow, there will always be some bastards from the Orthodox Church who will come and cause trouble for them. Therefore, the body must be disposed of, either by sinking it into the Tuotuo River outside the city, or pretending to be a "normal" death after being attacked.

However, the blood of the body has been sucked dry, which is an obvious sign of death and is difficult to hide from the eyes of those experienced paladins. So, in order not to cause trouble to the church, it is better to sink it to the bottom of the river yourself!

While mumbling and complaining, the vampire Heath grabbed the body of the prey with force.

But when it turned around and prepared to turn into a bat and fly away, an extremely terrifying thing happened...

Behind it, in the deepest and darkest place, there were two strange figures standing silently, staring at it coldly with some strange and weird eyes.

Hiss...

Ghosts scare ghosts, scare ghosts to death!

Heath was frightened, and the happiness that had just risen after a full meal was instantly dispelled, and he instantly entered a fighting state. His originally normal pupils turned blood red, and his blood-sucking fangs instantly protruded from his lips. He bared his teeth and claws and roared angrily at the two motionless black shadows, looking ferocious.

The figure on the left in the darkness finally moved, but did not attack Heath. Instead, he casually said coldly to the right: "This is the high-value target you mentioned. Why do I see that it is just a most basic blood slave, and even the blood core has not condensed..."

The figure on the right was slightly shorter, and the one-piece cloak covered his whole body. Under the low-hanging hood, two strange green ghost fires were quietly burning.

It hissed, "Don't judge the vampires here by their energy level! This is the world of gods, and faith is everything... I can smell the scent of faith from it, so it must be one of the 'people' you want to find!"

"Faith?" The black shadow on the left asked doubtfully, and cast his eyes on Heath again.

"Come here..."

Since there is confusion, let's figure it out.

The black shadow on the left stretched out a delicate and white little hand and waved at Heath, and the latter immediately seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible big hand, his two arms were torn apart, and the whole person slid slowly towards the two figures in the dark in a big letter shape.

"Who are you? What do you want..." Heath was still struggling hard, but unfortunately his strange blood power seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't operate at all, and his whole body was like a puppet at the mercy of others.

"Shut up!" The black shadow on the left said angrily.

Strangely enough, as soon as the other party opened his mouth, Heath's voice disappeared immediately.

It was clearly struggling hard and wanted to curse, but the strange body seemed to have stopped listening to it. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't make a sound.

The black shadow on the left stretched out his hand and slashed twice in the air. The first time, the clothes on Heath's chest automatically tore, revealing his pale and bloodless body; the second time, a terrible crack of more than ten centimeters appeared on Heath's chest, and a drop of blood essence that was forcibly absorbed slowly floated out and flew into the black shadow's mouth.

After tasting it carefully, the eyes of the black shadow on the left, hidden in the darkness, suddenly lit up.

"It's the smell of that guy! Reinhard... I finally found your trace!"

Hearing the name Reinhard, Heath, who was imprisoned by the power of blood, struggled more fiercely. As the common leader of all vampires, Reinhard is an absolute 'vampire demigod'. He has been secretly preaching in this plane for hundreds of years, spreading faith in a hidden and extensive way, and collecting the power of faith.

If it is given a few hundred more years, maybe Reinhardt can really hold high the throne, and advance from a demigod to a true god in one fell swoop, becoming the first vampire in the multiverse to successfully advance to level 6!

By then, it will also become a great existence that can be compared with other true gods, and no one will care about its humble origins anymore...

As a member of the "Blood Worship Cult", although Heath is only level 1, it has blood similar to Reinhardt flowing in its body. Obviously, it is the lowly blood slave that Reinhardt transformed casually but did not "embrace", and is specially used to collect blood essence for him everywhere.

This kind of blood slave was also used on a large scale by Mary when she was at a low level.

However, with the rapid improvement of strength and the expansion of vision, Mary's blood food objects turned to those wizards with powerful blood power, and no longer listed ordinary people as prey.

And these vampires in the world of gods obviously do not have such capital.

They feed on ordinary people, using quantity to make up for the difference in quality, and can only barely maintain the improvement of strength by continuously attacking and preying.

In this regard, Mary's development is obviously higher-end and higher-end than that of Reinhard.

However, the other party took a step ahead of her and took the lead in occupying a position closer to the source of blood, which forced Mary to risk entering the world of gods and actively hunt down this powerful "blood master" competitor.

Accompanying Mary was the demigod lich Congenus.

Its responsibility was to protect Mary along the way and clear all irrelevant obstacles for Mary.

But it couldn't even touch the vampire demigod...

Mary could only defeat the vampire demigod completely by her own strength, and then she would be qualified to plunder the other party's blood power, so as to take that crucial step and advance to the 5th level demigod.

With the 4th level against the 5th level, Mary's danger in this battle can be imagined.

If there were no equipment and resources given by Grimm in advance, the success rate of such a thing would be almost zero.

But now, with the intervention of many factors, this battle between the two top vampires has become even more complicated and confusing...