Undying Warlord

“Will you really not join the battlefield? I mean you release so much bloodlust….that I thought…” the young Werewolf didn’t even dare to finish his sentence.

He was suffocating because of the domineering effect of the bloodlust Dilan had started to release right from the moment he killed the first batch of Vampires, who attacked him.

There had yet to be a second round of Vampires daring to attack but the young Werewolf had been sure that Dilan would join the fight if he was asked nicely.

‘What a naive young man! Looks like his bestial transformation is only partial as well. I wonder how old he is…’ Dilan thought while looking at the young Werewolf.

It was definitely bravery and desperation that forced the young Werewolf to come and seek help from a human. Several Werewolves looked over to the young Werewolf with contempt, showing that the pride of the entire pack might have been tarnished by the young Werewolf’s action.

“Well, I will join once I know which side is the truly bad one. Don’t come with ‘Of course, it’s the Vampires’, okay? I know that the Werewolves attacked the Vampires first, despite the numerical disadvantage. That was plain stupid if I were, to be honest enough to say so,” Dilan said bluntly, ignoring the growls of the Werewolves that were more than three hundred meters away from him.

As Werewolves, their hearing was much stronger than ordinary humans, and this was further enhanced by absorbing Essences.

The more Essences they absorbed the stronger an Ascender’s senses became, no matter what race they belonged to.

“H-how did you…?” The young Werewolf stammered. He was not even able to finish his question as a small group of Vampires appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

They were much faster than the first batch of Vampires who had attacked Dilan. Unfortunately, they still underestimated Dilan, who lifted Balzaki off his shoulder.

He made a motion that looked small, but tremendous air pressure instantly filled Dilan’s frontside when he had slashed out Balzaki before returning to the exact same location it had been at just a moment before.

The air pressure blasted into the Vampires, distracting them for a quarter of a second. Dilan used this moment to shoot forward, pulling aside the young Werewolf and attacking the Vampires with Balzaki.

The Vampires activated a bunch of protection abilities, thereby creating numerous barriers, shields, and other means of protection around them.

Balzaki’ tremendous force impacted the barriers and shield, destroying more than half of them with a single attack before the huge greatsword finally stopped hitting them.

Yet, the moment the greatsword’s attack was stopped, Dilan seemed to have disappeared. He had let go of the greatsword and vanished with a thunderous noise that reverberated through the battlefield.

“You guys are really rude bastards. Can’t you see that I’m having a chat here?” A slightly angered voice reached the Vampires’ ears from behind causing goosebumps to spring up on their cold bodies.

Their eyes widened and they tried to turn around, only to realize that their head didn’t move in snyc with their lower body. While the rest of their body turned in the direction Dilan had appeared, their head had already been cut off in one swift move.

Dilan was tightly holding onto the Thunderbolt Dagger with one hand as he returned to retrieve Balzaki in the blink of an eye, which he grasped with his other hand.

He returned to the young Werewolf’s side, while the bodies of the Vampires who had attacked them slumped lifelessly to the ground, splattering blood all over.

The young Werewolf looked at Dilan with both fear and admiration, and he wished that the human would join them in the fight against the Vampires. This would be more than enough to change the tides of the battle. After all, Dilan was extremely powerful!

“You wanted to ask me how I know that you guys were stupid enough to attack an army of Vampires that has almost 10 times your numbers, right?” Dilan recalled and continued the conversation as if they hadn’t been interrupted a moment before.

He looked deep into the young Werewolf’s yellow glowing iris, fully aware that his words offended the prideful Vampires.

However, the young Werewolf didn’t seem to be offended, which astonished Dilan a bit as he had expected a grander reaction than a slightly baffled expression.

“Exactly…how do you know?!” The young Werewolf asked, stupefied. Dilan could hardly hide a smile when he understood that the young Werewolf was much more foolish than he first presumed.

“Because I know that the Vampires were on their way to attack my group,” Dilan answered nonchalantly. Hiding the truth wouldn’t give him any benefits, and revealing the truth didn’t really make a big difference for him either. Thus, he just stated the facts without sounding like he cared.

The ears of the Vampires perked up at that, while many Werewolves glanced over to Dilan with a curious expression.

“They were on the way to you…wouldn’t that mean you are in possession of the five Sanctum Keys?” The young Werewolf asked in confusion, struggling to follow the course of events.

Dilan just smiled, without giving the young Werewolf a proper answer. He turned his head to his right, where he saw that another group of Vampires were on their way to him.

Simultaneously, a group consisting of four Vampires appeared behind him. They tried to hide using concealment abilities, or items that allowed the wielder to enter a stealth-like state.

To their misfortune, they failed to conceal the noises they made while rushing around Dilan to prepare their attack.

“The third time…” Dilan just mumbled before he shot around to blast in the direction of the Vampires in stealth. They hadn’t expected Dilan to appear right in front of them and made the big mistake of hesitating for a moment until they realized that they had been discovered and their cover had blown away.

Their moment of hesitation was more than enough for Dilan to lash out with Balzaki, beheading the Vampires easily. The other Vampires hesitated to attack Dilan when they saw how easily he discovered the secret attack they had planned on a whim.

Instinctively, they backed off from Dilan, just to come across a batch of Werewolves that attacked them, tearing apart the helpless Vampires, who had been focused on steering clear of Dilan.

“That’s the third time Vampires attacked me without proper reason. I think I am more than obliged to join the battlefield now, don’t you think?” Dilan asked the young Werewolf as he walked back to him. He didn’t actually care whether the Vampires had a reason to attack him or not.

Dilan had just wanted to see how the two races would react to his presence on the battlefield and it looked like only the Vampires could be bothered about him standing around, doing nothing else but speaking.

Their attacks weren’t really a threat to him, but he was still bothered by them. Thus, he was ready to allow himself to release some of his stress.

Furthermore, if he could exploit the Werewolves to get rid of the vast majority of Vampires that would have attacked the Undying group, Dilan would certainly do so.

‘The vast majority of my Ascenders would have already died fighting these hordes of Vampires…we have a long way to go, I guess…’