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Chapter 891 - 404: Victor the Turncoat

Roy was startled when the red-hot iron lance pierced through the back of the first guard.

What shocked him even more was that the creature wailed and turned to ashes. The remaining two guards turned and charged, but were pinned to the wall by flaming arrows descending from the sky.

"Well done, kid."

A female knight clad in the light armor of the Flame Dragon Cavalry landed at the blacksmith’s shop door: "Want to learn how to truly kill these bastards?"

Roy later learned that this female knight named Lisa was one of the "Fire Seed Team" members sent to various towns by Ye Qingzhou. Stories of civilians like him fighting back against the Blood Race in desperate situations were spreading rapidly in taverns, markets, and underground churches.

Within seven days, the forces of the Northern Territory Alliance Army had tripled.

Not only were there professional warriors, but many civilians like Roy joined as well.

They might not understand tactics, but their hatred for the Blood Race was enough to make up for their lack of experience.

The priests of the Holy Sun Church Court worked day and night to produce Holy Water, and the Magic Association opened up simplified magic teachings—even the most basic Holy Flame Technique, as long as it could ignite the Blood Race, was considered a good spell.

The tidal wave of incoming professionals became the main force against the Blood Race in the Northern Territory, with countless civilians choosing to fight to the death rather than let their descendants become the Blood Race’s blood food.

On the evening of the seventh day, the Northern Territory Alliance Army formed their positions on the southern slopes of the Frost Mountain Range.

Aurelian led the main army corps to block the canyon pass, while the priests of the Holy Sun Church Court constructed a Holy Light Barrier at the rear. Ye Qingzhou took the elite Frost Guards and Flame Dragon Knights to ambush on the slopes.

"The star orbit shows that the double moon conjunction will occur at midnight."

Elise reported through the communication crystal, consistently expending magic power to divine the celestial phenomena and detect the enemy’s movements: "The emperor’s vanguard has entered the canyon, all transformed Blood Knights."

Ye Qingzhou lay prone on Xiaohuo’s back, overlooking the enemy army surging below like a black tide.

Even from a hundred meters altitude, he could clearly see the pale faces and blood-red eyes of those knights.

Even more terrifying was the crimson king’s tent at the center—according to scouts, inside sat not only the Emperor but also Dracula, who should have been eliminated.

"Attention all units."

Ye Qingzhou pressed the communication crystal, with a solemn expression: "Remember, our goal is not to win but to hold until the double moons separate. As soon as you see the silver signal flare, immediately retreat to the second defensive line."

Confirmations came in succession over the communication channel.

Ye Qingzhou did a final equipment check: the "Frost Winter Oath" was tied next to the dragon saddle, an ice crystal talisman from his mother hung at his waist, the rune on his left arm deliberately exposed to the cold wind—it would be the lure tonight.

When the first sliver of moonlight pierced the clouds, inhuman howls echoed through the canyon.

The Blood Knights suddenly accelerated, charging towards the canyon’s northern defensive line at breakneck speed.

Almost simultaneously, countless fires lit up on the slopes—the crossbow cannons of the Northern Territory Alliance Army volleyed.

Ye Qingzhou patted Xiaohuo’s neck, "It’s time, old buddy."

The Blazing Flame Flying Dragon let out a thunderous roar, diving with him toward the crimson king’s tent.

At the moment of impact, Ye Qingzhou saw the figures stepping out of the tent—the Emperor clad in golden battle armor and Dracula wrapped in a black coat.

At dawn, the frozen earth of the southern slopes of the Frost Mountain Range began to tremble.

The heavy infantry of the Earth Vein Family thrust their tower shields deep into the ground, the rock bloodline surging beneath their grayish-brown skin.

Brandon Earth Vein stood in the first row, feeling the approaching tremor beneath his feet—a flood of the Imperial Army’s iron cavalry was charging through the morning mist.

"Hold steady!"

The voice of Old Count Hom rolled through the line like boulders: "Let those vampire bastards witness the might of the Earth Mother’s descendants!"

When the first arrow rain flew out of the mist, Brandon activated his bloodline ability.

His skin instantly turned to stone, the arrows clinking harmlessly against it.

The adjacent recruits, whose bloodlines hadn’t fully awakened, weren’t so fortunate, falling to the ground with screams, their blood soaking into the frozen earth.

"Molten core ready!"

Brandon growled, and searing energy began to gather within his chest.

The mist was suddenly torn apart by an immense force.

Brandon’s pupils narrowed—the charging vanguard was not human cavalry, but hundreds of war giants enslaved by the Blood Race, each three meters tall, wielding wolf fang clubs bristling with spikes.

And behind the giants, he saw something even more terrifying: three rows of obsidian magic crystal cannons, their barrels flickering with a dangerous red light.

"Goddess of Earth, protect us..."

Brandon barely had time to utter this before the first volley of magic crystal shells descended.

The shells didn’t produce flame upon impact but a bizarre purple energy vortex. Brandon watched as an entire infantry formation was swept in, their flesh dissolving like wax.

He bit his tongue, pain igniting the deep-seated power of his bloodline.

"Molten core explosion!"

Lava-like patterns surfaced on his skin, blazing energy erupting from his fists.

Two geysers of earthfire surged skyward beneath the giants, incinerating five of the beasts to char, though it was a drop in the ocean against the torrent of incoming foes.

A tidal roar suddenly rose from the right flank. Brandon turned to see that the mages of the Liuge Family had finished their spells—Alvin Liuge standing atop a wave, his trident directing a ten-meter-high wall of water crashing into the enemy’s flank.

Faint shadows of deep-sea creatures were visible within the currents, the initial manifestation of the Abyssal Silence bloodline.

"Surge of Fury!"