Chapter 685 - 674: Blood Race Has Its Limits
Chapter 685: Chapter 674: Blood Race Has Its Limits
After the flying Puki appeared, Eugene sent out the bat combat squadron as well.
These giant bats could carry a full combat team of five to eight people on their backs, leveraging the bat’s large size to have a significant aerial advantage against the Puki.
Even though Will and his team repeatedly resurrected, all they could do was hold back these bats, consistently being on the defensive.
However, the cost of raising and contracting these bats is extremely high. Even someone like Duke Eugene only has less than a hundred, with just about forty accompanying him.
As for his opponent’s flying Puki...
Seeing their endless numbers, Eugene couldn’t believe these things were worth much.
So, even though the bat units had the upper hand in the sky, watching the occasional giant bat get killed and fall in explosions, Eugene couldn’t feel any joy.
Eugene still had two troop formations available, one being his main unit and the other, the elite demon race handed to him by Dean.
Looking at both battle lines, he decided to first crush one side as a breakthrough point.
To his subordinates’ surprise, Eugene did not choose the seemingly more precarious Fungus Castle position, but instead the dwarf stronghold that had been like a stone wall since the battle began.
The commanders under Eugene saw opportunities at the Fungus Castle position, but Eugene saw the risks.
These northern tribesmen were using Puki to display combat methods that were too new, so new that there wasn’t a reliable strategy to deal with them, only the ability to adapt on the fly.
Even though they seemed to have the upper hand now, the vast number of Puki gave these tribesmen a great buffer for delay, and it was unknown what other tactics they might come up with later.
In comparison, though the dwarf stronghold was strong and their warriors were more powerful, with someone like Bardo as formidable as Eugene himself stationed among them.
But Eugene knew the overall strength of the dwarves well.
After all, it was only a few thousand dwarf reinforcements, and no matter how sturdy the temporarily erected stronghold was, it couldn’t compare to those real dwarf castles in the mountains.
If he could hold back Bardo and then incorporate the demon race units into the assault on the dwarf stronghold, it’d be enough to break this dwarf external force in a short time.
After making some strategic deployments, Eugene handed over command to the two adjutants beside him and led the elite of the demon race into the battlefield.
With Eugene joining in, the originally stable dwarf stronghold immediately became precarious.
Under the cover of the heavily armored horned demons, those elite demon race members quickly tore multiple breaches in the dwarf defenses with their unique skills.
Even though General Duvalin tried desperately to command, the collapse seemed imminent.
Bardo watched this happening, anxious at heart, but was tightly entangled by Eugene and couldn’t break free.
Glancing at the Fungus Castle position, things were not much better there, as they had already been pushed to the stone walls.
"Damn it! What about the backup that the Vampire mentioned?!"
...
On the other side, Little Pig finally appeared in everyone’s sight.
She stood atop the stone wall, gazing distantly at the dwarf stronghold engulfed in intense battle, her expression somewhat surprised.
"Even after playing so weak, they still chose to defeat those dwarves first... Seems like one has to have some capability to become a Duke."
What the boss wanted was wounded dwarves, not dead ones.
So, Little Pig couldn’t just watch the dwarves being wiped out.
Some things originally prepared for Eugene’s elite had to be used on the soldiers around her for now.
Of course, there was something she had been mindful of...
"Louisa!" With a call, Yvette rode a giant bat from the sky, pausing mid-air at the same level as the city wall.
"Sister Louisa, why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to go to the human territories to search for the Holy Scripture?"
"Sister, Master Eleanor is very angry with you. Don’t keep making mistakes. It’s still not too late to go back and beg for forgiveness with me, I will try my best to speak on your behalf!"
Yvette’s face was full of concern, her tone sincere, seemingly genuinely wanting to persuade Louisa to change her mind.
Little Pig listened to her words with interest but remained unmoved.
"Speak on my behalf? Do you mean after the East Garden mission failed, you privately reported to Eleanor and blamed it all on me? Or do you mean when capturing the fugitive, you intercepted the intelligence I found with a traitor and apprehended them first?"
"This..."
Yvette awkwardly scratched her cheek, then looked back into Louisa’s eyes, the feigned concern vanished, with a smirk full of mockery.
"Really... So you knew all along?"
"But, the promotion spots are so limited. If I don’t fight for it, I’ll only rot in place!"
"Sister, you have more commanding talent than me or any of the sisters, too much of a threat."
"If I don’t bring you down, how could I obtain this precious Earl’s title?"
"I never expected you didn’t die over there in the human realm, even managing to become a leader among these tribesmen? How amusing."
"Sister Louisa, these tribesmen are about to be annihilated anyway, no matter how you struggle, you’ll always be stuck at Diamond Level, with a life void of hope."
"Why not help your little sister, lend your head to assist me in advancing further, hm?"
On the battlefield, a vast amount of blood rose under Yvette’s control, forming small blood bats, fluttering as they enveloped the two of them.
Yvette herself, holding a blood crystal spear, slowly walked towards Louisa while treading on the blood bats.
"Poor sister, think of when I had just transformed, you were so strong and unreachable, and now?"
"Why not form a weapon? Even if you can’t outmaneuver me, an Earl, in blood control, you could at least control your own blood, right?"
"Don’t give up, at least struggle a bit, otherwise it’d be boring."
Though taunting her like that, Yvette’s actions didn’t pause.
She approached Louisa and unhesitatingly thrust the blood spear at her.
Of course, she deliberately avoided Louisa’s face and aimed for the heart, to prevent damaging the face so much that Master Eleanor couldn’t recognize it when returning with the head.
However, as the spear approached within a foot of Louisa’s chest, it shattered inch by inch, reverting directly into primitive blood, floating around them.
"What the—?" In shock, Yvette attempted to reform the weapon but found that all the blood was being pulled by another powerful blood control ability, making it unusable.
Not only that, the blood bats flying around also burst one by one, reverting to the most basic form of blood.
Little Pig: "What are you doing standing there? Can’t you use your own blood?"
Yvette stared daggers at Louisa, trying to find a trace of survival-instinct emotion on her face.
But to her disappointment, Louisa merely looked at her with a light smile, as if everything was orchestrated by her.
"Impossible! Eleanor didn’t endow you with blood power, how can you have Palace Level strength?"
Facing a scenario seemingly completely beyond understanding, Louisa leisurely spoke up:
"You’re right."
"With so few promotion slots, if one doesn’t fight for them, when would they get promoted?"
"Yvette, Blood Race abilities have limits; from this short life I’ve learned something: the more you pursue advancement, the more you realize the Blood Race abilities have limits, unless one surpasses the Blood Race!"
Yvette: "What are you talking about?"
"I’m not a vampire anymore, Yvette!"
Louisa suddenly tore off her cloak, revealing the blood crystal armor underneath.
Simultaneously, the mimicry receded, and once clean skin was now adorned with crisscrossing mycelium.
Then, with a wave of her hand, a group of Blood Guard Puki emerged from behind her, completely seizing control of the surrounding blood, transforming it into blood line blooms, encircling Yvette in return.
The demon crystals on the armor lit up one by one, and plucking a mycelium from her face, Little Pig couldn’t hold back her laughter: "Yvette! Look closely, this... is power!"