I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 133 Mortals (Two chapters combined)

When DuPont saw the black carriage approaching, he had a bad feeling and quickly put on the ring that Old Joe had given him as a bribe.

A high-level mage who can teleport but not ride in a carriage—that kind of charlatan is probably some kind of cult leader. Having those 5 points of Dark Corrosion Resistance is better than not having them.

However, when DuPont saw that the attacker was a vampire, he knew it was unnecessary.

Most vampires are combatants. Although these guys are ghostly and powerful and have a high challenger level, most of them can't cast spells, so this ring is basically useless.

Of course, some vampires were mages in their previous lives, but these types of monsters are easier for the two of them, since neither he nor Deva is bad at melee combat.

More importantly, he also heard Deva's message.

"I have ways to control vampires, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Vampires have many weaknesses, and as long as you can overcome them, you can definitely protect yourself, let alone kill them. However, when DuPont saw that ghostly figure that came and went without a trace, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent.

Vampires can be simply divided into original vampires and derivative vampires. The former is easy to understand, while the latter, also known as blood slaves, are henchmen and servants created by vampires who are unwilling to waste their own power. Although they are not unintelligent, they fight based on instinct and cannot refuse the orders of their creators.

Since the created derivative bodies are already so useful, why make them drink your blood and turn these slaves into real vampires?

It's naturally about ability and talent.

The successors of vampires still possess the abilities of professionals. Although their levels increase extremely slowly due to death and may even decrease during transformation, their skills can be honed, their appearance can be inherited, their physical attributes are greatly enhanced, and they possess a variety of supernatural abilities. It can be said that they have received the vampire's buffs, with their challenge level directly increasing by 8, and their strength increasing significantly.

It can be said that to be recognized and converted by a real vampire, even a newly born vampire is definitely not weak, and this guy in front of me, who looks like an elegant nobleman, means I've met my match.

Just as DuPont was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Subconsciously activating the shield spell, the translucent eggshell that had just lit up shattered, and a soft questioning voice came from behind.

Without thinking, DuPont rolled forward, firing his newly loaded musket backward. But the attacking shadow turned into about ten scattered bats, which were completely invisible in the darkness.

This darkness, created by magic, is impenetrable to darkvision spells.

"A fake mage, a witch hunter?" The cold voice carried a hint of provocation: "The night is long, let's see how many shield spells you have."

DuPont cursed inwardly. The range of this dark magic was about 10 meters in diameter. Normally, you could run out of it in a couple of steps, but in this situation, any opening would be almost fatal.

However, DuPont did not panic. He knelt on one knee and calmly loaded the bullets, as if he had foreseen his predicament. He even retorted, "As a vampire, you actually travel around in a carriage. It seems that either your brain has solidified or you have some precious treasures inside that you can't bear to part with. Can you tell me what good stuff is inside?"

Upon hearing this, the vampire smirked coldly. He had already reached the boy's head and was slashing down with his flame-shaped sword.

He's just a little kid, what's he trying to prove to me?
However, just as the vampire was about to succeed, the witch hunter disappeared again, and a ray of sunlight as bright as dawn suddenly dispelled the darkness spell in mid-air. The vampire didn't care and just sneered.

They've prepared a daylight spell? But would a real vampire be afraid of the light created by that magic?
A newbie is a newbie, no matter how good their equipment is.

However, when the bright sunlight shone on him, the searing pain made him scream, and the next second his figure appeared 30 yards away.

He was met with two bullets the size of a thumb.

The sudden sunlight melted the midnight nobleman's skin, and the intense pain severed his connection with the dark magic. The thick, inky black clouds dissipated, causing a hint of anger to appear on the vampire's originally indifferent and playful expression.

The two projectiles, imbued with the power of lightning, were equally devastating, blasting two bloody holes in his chest and rendering his expensive magical robes a complete waste.

But after escaping 10 meters away, the vampire's shattered chest wound began to slowly heal, the anger on his face subsided, and he quickly fled from the paladin who was charging at him with a sword: "I haven't even remembered to look for you yet, and you, my beauty, have actually come to my door yourself. You're so eager to become my bride? You're really in a hurry."

"You ugly and filthy soul." The paladin, now wearing armor, didn't want two marks left on her neck. A small sphere made of transparent glass floated half a meter above her head, radiating warm sunlight: "Fallen Night Child, today is the day you are purified!"

“What an honor.” The vampire whistled as he dodged another bullet. The next second, 15 black and gray wolves appeared in front of him, and with a wave of his arm, they pounced on the two of them: “Play with my pets, you lackeys of the church.”

As he spoke, the vampire's figure transformed back into a bat, but to his surprise, the three magic missiles accurately blasted the three bats into a bloody mist.

The vampire couldn't help but look down, only to see the witch hunter take out a staff. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "So he's just a mage pretending to be a witch hunter. How come all the people in the church are so despicable these days?"

"Don't run!" The paladin threw a bottle of holy water, but it was easily dodged. Enraged, she had no choice but to draw her sword and slash at the attacking pack of wolves.

"Watch out." DuPont said, but a scroll in his hand turned into ashes, and a fan-shaped flame engulfed the several wolves that were attacking him, quickly killing them all. "Did you sound the alarm for help?"

"It's here!" The paladin had barely spoken when a terrified scream came from the city wall. A somewhat withered corpse was thrown down, while the vampire's wounds had completely healed: "Hey beauty, you miss me that much?"

Seeing this, Deva gritted her teeth in hatred, but the next second she saw DuPont come to her side with a scroll in his hand. He placed his palm on her back and the scroll turned to ashes, and a light power attached itself to her.

This feeling was familiar to Deva, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes: "Flying magic?"

“Yes.” DuPont sighed, “That’s a hundred gold pieces, be careful.”

"rest assured!"

The paladin spoke as she sped forward, as if an invisible wing propelled her swiftly downwards. As she saw the sunlight hurtling towards her once more, a flicker of fear crossed the vampire's eyes.

Blood and curses granted them eternal life, but also gave vampires several fatal weaknesses. It is almost impossible for any vampire to survive a minute in the sunlight. Even vampire counts cannot resist the miracles created by magic.

This is why these noble and powerful immortal descendants have to avoid the church.

Even if this was just a paladin far weaker than himself. Without time to continue sucking blood, the vampire hurled the soldier in his hand at the opponent, his figure retreating and disappearing back into the darkness. But the hidden figure then attacked the mage.

Since he's neither a witch hunter nor an inquisitor, there's no need to worry about the silver sword and divine magic that restrain him anymore. With his ability to cast a third-circle spell using a scroll, how long would it take him to kill him?
The paladin caught the soldier who was being thrown down. Being thrown from a ten-meter-high city wall would be a near-death experience, but seeing the strange black shadow attacking DuPont, she ignored the soldier's thanks and threw him down directly. The fall was only four meters high, so it shouldn't kill him.

The scorching sunlight struck again, but this time the vampire did not dodge. The remaining wolves attacked the paladin again. Now that he was prepared, what did it matter if he was eroded by the annoying sunlight for a while?

On the contrary, controlling the mage and then using him to threaten the paladin couldn't be easier.

Seeing the approaching vampires, DuPont frowned. He had replaced his staff with a longsword, and a shield spell reappeared around him: "This is not a smart move."

"Hahahaha." The vampire let out an eerie laugh. Deva was a little confused, but the next second the glass ball floating above her head was shattered by a crossbow bolt. She couldn't help but turn around and saw a man's figure lying on the carriage. The light crossbow in his hand reflected the faint light of the torch.

He lay low for a long time and finally found the perfect opportunity to strike.

Seeing that he was attacked from both sides, the paladin paused for a moment, then ran towards DuPont with the communication runestone in his left hand.

She no longer cared why this person hadn't been detected by the evil detection system; when the glass ball shattered, she knew the situation had reached its most critical moment.

Dawn Sphere
Grade: Rare

Effect: You can command the floating orb to cast the spells: Light, Daybreak, or the fifth-circle Evocation spell: Dawn.

This spell isn't particularly powerful, but it has one very strong aspect.

It can create realistic natural sunlight.

This is why she was so confident when she discovered that the other party was a vampire. The other party probably wouldn't guess that she would have such an item that specifically counters undead creatures. As long as she seized the opportunity to stall for a few rounds, then this vampire would only have the chance to be purified.

But plans can't keep up with changes. Even without sunlight, vampires have regenerative abilities that rival those of trolls, though they are far stronger and more skilled. If we don't call for help, people might really die!
"Scream again, you little dogs of the church!" The vampire was unaware that a paladin had already begun to cheat. With a single blow, he shattered the shield spell with his greatsword, and taking advantage of the opening, he raised his hand and pointed at the paladin, the ring on his finger emitting a yellowish-brown ray.

Third Ring Spell: Slow
The paladin suddenly felt that her armor had become much heavier. The originally light mithril armor now felt like real steel plate armor, making it hard for her to breathe and even making it difficult to lift her legs.

The paladin gritted her teeth and walked forward while rummaging through her spatial bag. The duration of this damned slow spell depended entirely on her personal perception, which was also the weakest link among all her attributes.

What bothered her was that crossbow bolts kept shooting at her from behind. The +1 enchanted arrows with frost power were incredibly annoying. The few remaining wolves attacked her, and even the burly man on the roof of the carriage jumped down and attacked her with a sword and shield.

With his worries gone, the vampire focused on the task at hand. He shattered the wooden shield that had just appeared in DuPont's hand with a single sword strike and couldn't help but sneer, "Why are you using such trash? Did you use all the funds the church gave you to buy those impractical gunpowder weapons? Or did the church not give you enough funds to make you risk your life?"

"But don't worry, I'm still very generous. Although you're not outstanding, it's not beneath you to be my servant looking like this. If you're lucky enough to live long enough, you might even be able to see my wedding with this beauty. At that time, I'll let you be an audience member and offer your blessings."

DuPont sneered. With a flick of his wrist, he successfully blocked the giant sword's attack with his longsword, but his body still couldn't help but take a step back due to the opponent's immense force.

The vampire's face showed a smug look, but then another scroll in DuPont's hand turned to ashes, and a swift bolt of lightning successfully struck the vampire.

Third Ring Spell: Lightning Bolt.

Before his body could recover from the damage caused by the sun, he was suddenly struck by this attack. The vampire's skin was now as wretched as a ghoul's, and his twisted and ferocious purplish-brown muscles looked particularly terrifying. The putrid smell of blood slowly seeped from his body.

But the vampire laughed wildly. He only attacked and did not defend. His wounds seemed to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and thick, congealed blood flowed on his body: "This is the powerful ability that you mortals call legendary resistance. Your spells are no match for me, and you will not have time to use the scroll again!"

DuPont remained silent, his eyes turning bloodshot the next second. The sudden surge of strength allowed him to regain his footing against the vampire's next sword strike, but the difference in weapon size and weight left him only able to parry, with no power to retaliate.

Seeing the sudden surge of strength in the boy before him, the vampire couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation. However, his greatsword continued its relentless attacks without hesitation. Its speed and sharpness quickly turned DuPont's apprentice robe into a tattered mess, and even chipped several notches into his longsword. Yet, he retreated slowly and steadily, his defensive sword techniques flawless.

The continuous blocking angered the vampire. The soldiers on the city wall had already sent out signal fires, and it wouldn't be long before the church's lackeys appeared here.

Although his plan should have transferred many of those people away, this was not his home turf after all, and things could change if he delayed.

With this in mind, the vampire's attacks became bolder; he began to trade blows, focusing solely on offense and neglecting defense.

Even with DuPont's incredible physique, he couldn't withstand such an attack. Panic flashed in his eyes, and he could only defend, with no ability to launch an attack.

It's now!

Seizing the opportunity, the vampire unleashed a powerful slash with one hand, but as the two blades collided, his left hand defied logic and grabbed at the boy's neck.

But the next second, DuPont's steps became unsteady, and his body, like a mirror image, was no longer in its original position.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies passed each other. Although the vampire's left hand was successfully stained with blood, he still felt a calamity descend upon him.

He parried with his sword, successfully deflecting the opponent's unexpected thrust. But before he could even laugh at the fancy technique, the blade in DuPont's hand was gone in the next instant, and he felt dizzy. The blade, coated with holy water, caused him pain, even as an undead creature.

The pain came from his long neck.

What... what is this?
The divine power caused the vampire's wounds to quickly turn ashen, and the unhealable injuries made him feel the fear of death for the first time in a long time. He looked at the enormous giant in his line of sight and whispered, "This, this is the Tide of Movement?"

“We mortals also have our own legendary skills.” DuPont coughed up blood, threw away the sword in his hand and covered his torn throat. Instead of taking out a healing potion to heal his injuries, he took out a bottle of holy water and poured it on the vampire’s head, then lifted his boots.

He trampled the handsome face that was trying to speak into pieces.

(End of this chapter)