Undying Warlord

“I wonder if Werewolves are as hostile as Vampires,” Dilan mumbled as he went closer to the battlefield that spread over more than one kilometer on the vast lands

There were thousands of Vampires on the huge flourishing plain, and they were trying to take advantage of both their natural high healing ability and their numbers.

While some of the strongest Vampires teamed up to fight against the leaders of the Werewolf group, the weaker Vampires were slowly surrounding the Werewolves to attack them from all sides.

“The Werewolves seem stronger but their numbers are quite a big disadvantage,” Dilan told himself, concluding that the Werewolf group would be annihilated if nothing were to change.

However, such a change didn’t seem to happen easily as the battle continued for several minutes while Dilan just observed the fight while he studied the fighting style of both parties.

He knew that the Vampires were the bigger threat for him but that didn’t mean Werewolves wouldn’t become problems for his group in the long run either.

When the tension on the battlefield had reached a certain threshold, Dilan suddenly began to move. He strode forward with confident steps towards the battlefield with excitement in his heart. There were a bunch of powerful Vampires and Werewolves on the battlefield and Dilan felt the desire to fight them burning inside him.

Momentarily, he forgot about the Undying group and that he was only supposed to take a look at the fight ahead.

“I might as well max out my Mana, and increase my Strength and Stamina now that I’m here!” Dilan muttered to himself, while his eyes began to glisten brightly.

Adrenaline surged through his body and he licked his dry lips at the thought of absorbing hundreds of Blood Essences.

But even then, Dilan didn’t attack immediately. Rather, he waited patiently until the first batch of Vampires took note of him.

They could sense that Dilan wasn’t one of their subordinates, which was why they presumed him to be one of the few unawakened Werewolves.

Until Werewolves awoke the Wolf inside them, they couldn’t turn. This was something Dilan had learned from Victoria, but he didn’t think about it as he neared the battlefield.

He didn’t wield a weapon and at first, one might question whether he was an astray human who had somehow wandered in the battlefield or a member belonging to one of the two fighting sides planning to attack.

This was not something a handful of Vampires questioned as they believed Dilan to be one of their many opponents, right from the beginning.

He had a weird stench on his body that could originate from many factors, whether it was the Vampire blood that had been smeared all over his clothes when fighting them or the fact that he once wore the Sanctum Keys.

Right now, Dilan’s body was cleaned and he had gotten rid of his stinking clothes while the Sanctum Keys were with Williams, where they were safe and sound.

Dilan didn’t want any Vampire to sense that the Sanctum Keys were around them and approaching them quickly when he was merely supposed to be a scout. Thus, he gave the five Sanctum Keys to someone else, rather than stubbornly holding them with himself.

A few Vampires were still able to sense the remnants of the Sanctum keys’ sensation and smell, which was why they were involuntarily drawn to him. They attacked Dilan, who was further away from the closest Werewolf, whom they were supposed to attack.

Dilan saw this with a faint smile, feeling happy that the Vampires had taken the first step.

“Now that you come at me, don’t even think about complaining about what follows suit!” Dilan grinned as he manifested Balzaki in his right hand.

The appearance of the huge unique greatsword, which looked more like a black cleaver with a thick and blunt backside, caused the Vampires in front of him to slow down instinctively.

They could clearly sense that the weapon was extremely dangerous, whether it was the deadly presence of the weapon or the fact that Dilan wielded it easily while his feet sunk into the soft mud of the Shikan plains.

Despite sensing the danger radiating from the weapon, Dilan didn’t appear to be that dangerous. He was a mere human, who might have advanced to Tier-1 but that was already it.

The Vampires couldn’t sense more about Dilan in the beginning. Only when he used every ounce of strength within his body to catapult forward did the few Vampires sense the strength Dilan’s body harbored.

Dilan didn’t hesitate to attack the baffled ordinary Vampires, whose strength was merely comparable to a high-leveled Silver Tier-1 monster.

He disappeared from the sight of the Vampires with his tremendous speed that reached more than 140 Units thanks to the boots he wore. He had turned into a racing blur that they were having a hard time keeping a track of. In the blink of an eye, they saw Dilan one more time before a black flash manifested right in front of their eyes.

Dilan slashed Balzaki horizontally, beheading the batch of four Vampires at once and without hesitation. The Vampires’ blood spurted in his face but Dilan barely noticed this as he flashed a bright smile of excitement.

“That’s fun…can more of you guys come at me?” Dilan taunted, his voice loud enough for the vast majority of fighting Vampires and Werewolves in his surroundings to hear him.

Neither side stopped fighting but they glanced over to the direction Dilan was standing before they took note of a bunch of headless Vampire corpses lying on the ground around a young man, wielding a huge weapon.

The black greatsword rested on the young man’s shoulder as he was waiting for more enemies to attack him.

His presence was the most terrifying one many Werewolves had ever witnessed, and even the Vampires swallowed their saliva, feeling like they should keep their distance from Dilan.

The bloodthirst Dilan released was not something one could take lightly, after all, it was the result of the mindless killing of hundreds of thousands of massacred victims that succumbed to their ill fate when they encountered the young man.

It was quite easy to perceive that Dilan’s bloodthirsty presence had changed not too long ago because it was still unstable but that didn’t change the fact that the young man had killed more living beings than most Vampires and Werewolves present had killed together.

Dilan was not even aware of his presence because the only thing he could feel right now was the excitement to fight coursing through his veins.

There were thousands of opponents in front of him.

“Hello Brother, can you help us?” A young-looking Werewolf appeared in front of him. His expression, or what Dilan could perceive about his expression, looked quite foolish.

“Why should I? I don’t know any of you. How am I supposed to know that I’m not helping the bad people by slaughtering all the Vampires?” Dilan asked calmly, grinning at the young Werewolf.

The Werewolf looked at him, slightly dumbfounded, not sure how to respond.

“But…you attacked and killed the Vampires before?” The young Werewolf tried again, and Dilan nodded his head in response.

“Of course I killed them. After all, they were after my blood and life. Was I supposed to stay still and let them suck my blood?” Dilan asked with an amused smile before he added,

“You Werewolves are really funny!”

Some Vampires and Werewolves looked over at Dilan when he spoke to the young Werewolf.

It confused some of them that Dilan didn’t seem to belong to either group. He was just an ordinary human but he didn’t seem to be fazed at the sight of Vampires and Werewolves, which was quite weird in their opinion.

‘Did he encounter some of us before in the past?’ was what both races thought for a moment before they averted their attention from Dilan once again.

They had more important things to take care of such as surviving on the battlefield!

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