Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 217: Using Dark Power Again

The night was deep and dark clouds covered the sky. Carl rode a giant bat monster and led his vampire army to look down at the camp of Sirod from high above. The camp was brightly lit and the soldiers were patrolling in an orderly manner.

Carl led the bat monster and watched all this from the air, his eyes flashing with cold light. He held the black sword tightly in his right hand, and could clearly feel the cold and evil power flowing into his body again.

Then he waved his hand gently, and the bat monsters flapped their wings and glided away silently at Carl's command. They were like ghosts in the dark, approaching the ground under the cover of night. The wind whistled in his ears, and he could feel the desire conveyed by the black sword, the power of desire for battle and blood.

As his iron boots landed on the ground, Isabel landed lightly beside him. The bat monsters behind him roared and swooped down to pounce on the soldiers. The camp fell into chaos, with screams and metal collisions. The soldiers hurriedly responded, trying to resist this sudden attack. However, they were hit head-on by the female vampire. Isabel shuttled through the crowd, laughing wildly and killing the enemies, just as she had done in the orc camp before.

Everything was still the same. This group of people were defenseless and had no ability to resist the vampires. It was a one-sided massacre during the battle. The power of the vampires made many things extremely easy, and he once again used this power.

Then he saw the enemy archers running out of the camp. They drew their bows and shot arrows, forming a rain of arrows that fell on him and the bat monsters, but what was the use? Under the vampire's super healing ability, any attack was in vain...

Suddenly a shrill scream interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head abruptly and saw a bat monster that was hit by an arrow suddenly fell to the ground. Its body was full of arrows and white smoke continued to emerge from the wounds. It seemed to be burned by something. After fluttering on the ground for a few times, it stopped moving and finally turned into a ball of ashes.

"Is this... a silver-plated arrow?" Carl's brows suddenly knitted together, and his heart sank. He glanced at the soldiers around him, and saw that the weapons in their hands were shining silver under the reflection of the moonlight. Not only the archers, but all the soldiers had changed into silver-plated weapons.

Then they began to rush forward, fearless, even with a desire for killing in their eyes. Madness, madness was affecting this group of people, and madness also gave them strength. More and more soldiers rushed into the camp, their numbers far exceeded the bat monsters, holding silver-plated weapons in their hands, and most of them were infected by madness. In such a situation, even though he was leading vampires, he began to be outnumbered. He heard shrill howls around him, and bat monsters kept falling down and dying.

"Damn it, we've fallen into a trap!" He heard Isabel cursing beside him as she cut a crazed soldier in half. The smile on her face disappeared and turned into rage.

This was a trap, and I stepped into it.

A sinister laugh came from a corner of the camp. Then he saw his target, the mage in a black robe, hunched over and slowly walked out of a tent, followed by a group of fully armed guards, his face still covered by a hood.

Casabelos, the wizard under Aaron, was the culprit of all the incidents. Next to him stood the white knight Siloed, wearing silver armor and a silver helmet, and holding a weapon made of pure silver.

"Do you really think I would be defenseless against a vampire attack?" The wizard's voice was full of sarcasm. He held a staff in his hand, and light blue magic gathered at the tip of the staff. A strange energy fluctuation filled the air. "Don't forget, you used this trick in the orc camp."

Then he heard Siloed say:

"I never thought you would collude with vampires. How depraved!"

Carl sneered:

"Look at what your people have become. Do you have the right to judge me?"

"Why are you talking about this? We are all the same. The only difference is: you lost and we won~" Casabelos continued laughing in a hoarse voice.

Indeed, he had fallen into the trap. He looked around and saw that there were not many bat monsters left, and the few that remained were still fighting. Isabel was behind him. Although she was temporarily safe thanks to her skills, she was also surrounded and had no time to spare.

Did he lose? His eyes were focused on the mage, his target, who was standing right in front of him, only a few steps away from him.

He once again tightly grasped the black sword, and the cold air seeped out from the sword and surrounded him. Casabelos's sarcastic laughter echoed in his ears. He had only one thought at this moment, which was to kill this mage, no matter what he would become.

"Attack!" Siloed shouted, and the surrounding soldiers immediately swarmed forward, the silver-plated weapons in their hands flashing a deadly cold light. However, Karl did not hesitate, and the black sword swept across, the sharp blade created a huge momentum, and the soldiers who rushed forward were instantly chopped away. Blood bloomed in the air, and they fell to the ground without any ability to fight back. This was the power that the black sword brought him, turning him from an ordinary person, even a person who was not good at fighting, into an invincible monster.

More people rushed towards him, but no matter how many there were, they were no match for him.

Xiluo De's eyes were sharp, and the bow and arrow were ready. The arrow flashed with silver light and aimed at Carl's head. Carl was about to continue to advance when suddenly a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

"call out--"

The arrow accurately pierced Carl's right eye.

His body stiffened, and he felt a sharp pain. The soldiers cheered, and a smug smile flashed across Sirod's face. However, the next moment, everyone was stunned.

Carl suddenly pulled out the arrow, and the bloody tail fell into his hand. His eyeball began to heal rapidly. Siloed's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what he saw.

"He's not afraid of silver weapons?" someone whispered in horror, and the battlefield was silent.

Not afraid of silver weapons, even Carl himself couldn't believe it, but the fact was that as long as he took the black sword, he not only had all the power of vampires, but was even stronger than them. Just like Ford back then, yes, he still remembered that Ford was not afraid of silver weapons, and if it weren't for Isabel's mother's betrayal, it's hard to say whether he could have killed him. And now he is the second Ford! The Lord of Darkness, the King of Vampires!

Thinking of this, Carl raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and rushed forward suddenly, rushing in front of Siloed before he could react. He kicked out with his right foot, kicking the white knight out, and he hit the tent in the distance heavily, making a dull sound.

Finally, his eyes locked onto Casabelos again. The mage hastily waved his staff, and the blue magic light gathered in the air to form a defensive barrier. However, Carl also raised his black sword and chopped it down heavily. A black aura hit the invisible blue barrier, and with a crisp cracking sound, the mage's barrier shattered.

"laugh--"

Casabelos stood there, the staff in his hand broke into two. Blood mist filled the air, and as the mage's head fell to the ground, Carl heard the cry of crows. Something began to surge in the headless black robe, and countless crows came out of it and flew away in all directions, leaving only the thin robe on the ground and the mage's hooded head. With the death of the mage, the soldiers around him stopped moving for a moment, as if they had been deprived of their souls.

Success, the madness was relieved! Carl howled to the sky, and the blood in his body seemed to be activated by some kind of power. Sharp fangs began to grow in his mouth, and his eyes turned scarlet. A pair of huge bat wings suddenly grew out from his back, and the wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

"Retreat!" he shouted harshly, his voice carrying an irresistible pressure.

He flapped his bat wings, pushed away the surrounding crowd, grabbed Isabel and flew straight into the sky, leaving behind only a chaotic battlefield and frightened soldiers.