The sacrifice of the True Blood Vam

The sacrifice of the True Blood Vampire Clan is huge.”
Most of the Vampires were still young. They grow through battles, but unavoidable sacrifice was bound to happen. Flying in the sky through the lava debris, they attacked from the air toward the ground. Breaking through the defense of the sailors and pirates, they plunged their fangs into their napes. For the Vampires, it was an opportunity to increase their immense power.
Weed was in a relatively calm place, but chaos surrounded the far too pitiful Drinfeld and Griffith.
Toward Weed, attacks occasionally made it through.
“Fire! Kill him!”
Blinded by fame or angry at the loss of their colleagues, users attacked with things such as arrows. Of course, such blind attacks might hit Weed so without any second thoughts, he hid himself and collected mana.
“Rover, as the one who created you, without knowing you have become truly handsome. Rover you want some snacks? Come closer and look.”
Rover sauntered over. Although dubious about Weed giving him snacks, he still moved his feet.
Weed violently grabbed Rover’s neck.
“Mana Drain!”
Eummeoeoeoeo!
Absorbing Rover's mana. Thinking about it, the preferred method would be intimacy, but alternating between Geuminyi and Rover, he quickly absorbed mana.
“Corpse Explosion!”
Calamity spread throughout the fortress and the scattered corpses exploded. In the midst of the dense barrier formation, Corpse Explosion. Within the sailor’s eagerly made fortress, rocks scattered disorderly throughout and everywhere caught fire, making it difficult to properly find traces.
Mean, nasty, dirty attack method, but the effect was perfect!
“Now, let’s gently use another magic shall we?”
Weed chanted the magic to summon Death Knights. In the middle of enemy lines he summoned undead.
Drinfeld prevented the sailors’ formation from collapsing by commanding while striking and smashing the falling lava debris with his sword.
Leading the fleet as an admiral, he was proficient in naval warfare. Utilizing warships and weaving battle formations, bombarding and destroying enemies became a specialty. Thus, on the ground he had never seen such attacks that took advantage of monsters, magic and terrain.
There was also no way for him to imagine the reason why Weed would attack them first.
Even in the midst of getting his spirit crushed in various ways, he regained his cool and prepared a counterattack.
“You get out there and kill Weed!”
“Yes, sir.”
He sent a detached force made of 2 reliable users and the best 8 Navy Knights in the fleet.
In the midst of escaping the fortress, debris fell from the sky hitting the detached force, sacrificing 2 Navy Knights! They crossed over land flowing with lava and jumped over the chasms in the earth. Plowing through the flames, 3 more lost their lives. To avoid being discovered, they took a roundabout way over a far distance, taking greater damage.
“Now we’re almost there.”
The Navy Knights drew their swords and calmly climbed the mountain. Wizards and Necromancers were vulnerable to melee. They approached close to Weed intending to take his life.
But on the path they took, one person was blocking. Seoyoon, covered in armor up to her helmet was fully armed and waiting.
Seureureung!
Seoyoon without hesitation drew her sword.
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, monster raids, Corpse Explosion, etc. decreased the power of Drinfeld’s fleet by more than half.
Number of survivors, 15 users, 219 sailors!
More than 30 sailors died from severe injuries, it was not an exaggeration to say they experienced a gruesome genocide. Over time, dead users can reconnect, but arduously trained sailors were inevitably lost forever.
Specifically at the end, Weed summoned the troublesome Poison Fog.
Priests and Shamans using detoxification magic were unable to detoxify the intermediate Necromancer magic, coupled with excessive injuries from battles and the inability to escape from the monsters led them to helplessly losing their lives.
Damage to the pirates was tremendous. The surviving pirate users barely exceeded 30, the pirate soldiers were only 152.
When landing in Las Phalanx, Drinfeld’s fleet numbered more than just a bunch, considering that point, this deserved the be called a swarm of death.
“Weed!”
Drinfeld and Griffith ended up like this because of Weed. Anger broke out at the gruesome loss of subordinates and their genocide was clearly revealed via the broadcast to the enormous viewership.
“Without fail, kill.”
“Betting my honor as a pirate, I’ll kill you.”
They resolutely decided to withdraw to the Unfreezing River for 4 days until the Priests and Wizards revived.
Weed in the meantime relaxed around the riverside and returned to sneakily hunting in order to raise the level of the undead legion.
Angry enough to cause shortness of breath, as if someone put hot red pepper powder in the water they were drinking.
"The goal now is to stab Weed to death."
Drinfeld’s fleet and the Griffith Pirates decided on a definite goal.
In both guild chat and forums, many stories were mocking them so they were trying to restore their honor.
Weed was also familiar with vengeance.
“When taking revenge on genuine bad guys, you shouldn’t be concerned about them, that is law!”
Poor execution that gives bad guys space is a major mistake, be merciful to the opponent and you end up with a large hit to the back of the head.
“Time to quickly withdraw.”
At the time the dead reconnected, Weed shrewdly moved the hunting grounds from the Severely Cracked Lands to the Sculptor’s Legacy Grounds.
Haven Kingdom’s fleet and the Griffith Pirates did not recklessly follow. They did not know if some traps lay there, but more than anything, against the vibration of the large volcanoes of Las Phalanx, they broke down into tears.
"Beware of tricks!"
“Thoroughly investigate and prepare for volcanic eruptions.”
In contrast to their carelessness last time, their figures covered the boundary many times over. After a volcanic eruption occurred, they methodically widened the area they could chase to. Still, contrary to what was revealed on the surface, they had dispatched assassins with orders to take Weed’s life.
“Those intensely prideful guys aren’t going to retreat.”
Weed already expected retaliation to come in all sorts of manner. In Continent of Magic, fighting with prestigious guilds did not end with just one defeat. Weed was experienced, having suffered through many such battles.
“Master, humans are approaching.”
Vampire Lord, Ruler of Blood Tori managed to detect signs of nearby humans.
“How many people are there?”
“Ten. Coming from behind.”