The First Vampire - Chapter 641

Chapter 641: 639 Termination_1

In the basement.

Queen Midela’s gaze slowly became vacant, until it was completely lifeless.

But then, it came to life once again.

Only this time, it was as if she had a new soul.

It was Colin who transformed Queen Midela into a Blood slave and then entered her consciousness.

Through Queen Midela’s perspective, Colin could indeed “see” Duke St. Gregorian.

Of course, Colin wouldn’t dare launch a Forbidden Spell attack against his own Bloodline now. Instead, he tried to pull his viewpoint away.

As the magic array continued to operate, Colin’s perspective gradually elevated higher into the sky.

And then, he began “seeing” countless specks of light.

Out of these lights, four were exceptionally bright — clearly, these were the four powerhouses near the Storm Fortress.

And among these four bright lights, one stood out more than the rest.

Colin immediately realized this must be the Orc Emperor, Saruman.

He pulled his view closer again and could distinctly “see” a majestic Orc.

Colin didn’t know Emperor Saruman, but he knew he had locked onto the correct target.

After that, he let go of his control over his body, allowing the magic array to continuously extract Queen Midela’s lifeforce.

Queen Midela was already on the verge of collapse. As a result of being transformed into a Blood slave by Colin, she was forcibly kept alive.

But clearly, even the unyielding life force of a Blood slave had its limit.

At that moment, Queen Midela was visibly wasting away at an astonishing rate. Very soon, she was all skin and bones.

Still, the magic array’s extraction continued.

Had Queen Midela still been alive, she would have terminated the Forbidden Spell and fled, but now, she couldn’t escape as Colin wouldn’t allow it.

Didn’t she want to be the hero of the humans?

Didn’t she want to atone for the plan to sacrifice the Storm Fortress with her life?

Fine, I’ll grant your wish!

Colin stood with his arms folded outside the magic array, watching as Queen Midela transformed from a beauty to a skeleton with great satisfaction in his heart.

This queen, who was full of cunning plots and stirred up endless troubles in the Empire, finally paid the price for everything she had done.

Whether it was because enough energy was finally absorbed, the magic array on the ground suddenly erupted with a dazzling scarlet light.

A slit suddenly opened on the flesh ball above Queen Midela’s head, revealing a bizarre blue eyeball.

An intimidating force instantly engulfed the entire Storm Fortress.

All the people in the fortress stared in horror at the Central Castle, as if something terrifying suddenly appeared there.

Mr. Ji looked uncertain. With his understanding of the “Eyes of Judgment” Curse, it couldn’t continue without enough sacrifices.

The events of the night had repeatedly exceeded his expectations, which made him feel extremely restless.

But he is a decisive man.

He understood that when continuously experiencing unforeseen circumstances, it’s best to know when to retreat.

So, he stopped tangling with Prince Lexie and sprang towards the outside of the fortress.

Prince Lexie stared at the figure of Mr. Ji as he fled, following him without hesitation.

In the basement.

Colin gazed at the terrifying blue eye floating in the air, his heart was pounding uncontrollably.

The next moment, the mistletoe of the Ancient Oak emitted a dazzling green light, as if stimulated by something, it suddenly began to move again.

But thankfully, the eye only hovered over the Storm Fortress for an instant and then abruptly disappeared.

The force that was looming over the whole city instantly dissipated, as if it was nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

At the top of the castle, Duke St. Gregorian slowly sat up.

She looked around in confusion. All around her were ruins, the top of the castle seemed to have been leveled by the previous battle.

Surrounded by emptiness, only the cold moonlight sprinkling a shimmering carpet of silver light.

Duke St. Gregorian assessed his condition once again, only to realize that his lethal wounds were slowly healing!

While he was surprised by this discovery, he was also more intrigued.

One must understand, once a Holy Knight is injured, they cannot heal themselves, they can only seek help from the Pope’s Big Healing Technique.

This is also one of the Church’s methods to control the Holy Knights.

But now, Duke St. Gregorian found himself actually regenerating!

Is this a miracle?

Duke St. Gregorian tried to recall what had happened, but in his mind, a familiar face immediately surfaced.

Yet, the familiar face was adorned with an aura of austere majesty, akin to a divine being above all else, compelling Duke St. Gregorian to feel an irresistible urge to genuflect in worship.

Colin Angler?

…

About more than thirty kilometers away from the Storm Fortress, the Orc army surged forward like a relentless tide.

They were like locusts, leaving no trace of life wherever they passed.

Emperor Saruman of the Orcs suddenly stopped, raising his head to gaze at the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, his brows lightly furrowed.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?”

Emperor Saruman spoke uncertainly, “Someone… is watching me…”

No sooner had the words left his mouth, a crack swiftly appeared above Emperor Saruman’s head, a peculiar green eyeball falling from the fracture.

Emperor Saruman, as if facing a formidable enemy, let out a roar of rage, lifting his giant axe to strike the eyeball.

Hum—-

The eyeball opened.

It was as if time itself had stopped.

Even the wind in the woodland ceased to blow; even the moonlight appeared to solidify.

The axe, mid-air, suddenly halted, while the furious war cry of Emperor Saruman choked in his throat.

Crack.

The eerie eyeball shone a green light onto Emperor Saruman.

His right hand at the forefront of the light instantly petrified, and the petrification continued to spread downward.

Watching all of this unfold, a frightened Emperor Saruman realized that he could not make a single move.

What in the world is this?

He screamed in fear and rage internally.

All-powerful God of Destruction, send forth your miracle!

Whether it was due to the prayer of his most loyal believer being heard, a miracle seemed to genuinely occur.

When the petrification spread to the elbow of Emperor Saruman’s right hand, it appeared to slow down, gradually halting.

The eyeball in mid-air emitted a reluctant wail before it vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.

The wind started to blow again with the moonlight continuing to sprinkle down.

The halted axe whizzed by, hitting nothing at all.

Emperor Saruman finally regained the ability to move, yet his right hand from the elbow down broke apart like crushed stone.

“Despicable humans, I will annihilate you all!”

A furious roar echoed through the entire forest.

Whoo—-

The dull military horn sounded and the Orc army increased its pace instantaneously.

“Waaaaaaaaaagh!”

The endless dark tide instantly became more violent and headed east, sweeping across the land.