The First Vampire - Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Fight for 588_1
 

The snowstorm suddenly stopped.

Colin’s sharp tusks had pierced through the skin of Prince Otto, the blood of the Holy Warrior was gushing into his mouth.

This was his first time tasting the blood of a powerful being from the Holy Field.

Sweet, delicious, superior to any food in the world.

But unfortunately, it was the blood of a Holy Warrior, not a Holy Knight.

Otherwise, he would have hope to ascend to the Holy Field.

Colin carefully observed the changes in his body after the blood entered —— as expected, there was no sign of advancement.

With his last glimmer of hope extinguished, Colin began the ritual of transforming into a blood slave in earnest.

But at this moment, Colin suddenly stiffened.

He was horrified to discover a powerful suction force emanating from the wound on Prince Otto’s neck.

What was happening?

Isn’t this reverse suction phenomenon only supposed to occur during the transformation into a bloodline?

But only Knights could be transformed into bloodlines!

Colin had conducted many experiments on this point. Could it be that all the powerful beings in the Holy Field could be transformed into bloodlines?

No, it was not possible.

Colin tried to stop the ritual immediately. He did not want Prince Otto to become his bloodline.

For, bloodlines had a sense of self, and could betray him.

A Holy Warrior like Prince Otto could only be transformed into a blood slave, a henchman without self-consciousness, to be safe.

But what terrified Colin beyond belief was that he couldn’t stop this reverse suction phenomenon.

Colin’s first reaction was to suspect a trap.

He wanted to order the blood slave standing nearby to finish off Prince Otto with one more blow. Even if it meant losing a powerful fighter from the Holy Field, Colin did not want any mishaps to befall him.

However, Colin realized that he couldn’t give any orders.

Only then did he realize that this “reverse suction” was not targeting his blood, but more like his soul.

Boom!

In the next moment, he found himself in another peculiar space.

There were no heavens or earth here, no plants, no people, nothing. Just an enormous, white, empty void.

He felt as rootless as a floating piece of willow catkin, drifting aimlessly in this void.

What was happening?

Where was he?

Where was the Sky Ice Plain?

Where was his Blood Knight Army?

Where were his blood slaves?

Colin looked around in bewilderment, not being able to sense anything. It seemed as though his consciousness had entered another timeframe, completely cut off from the outside world.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out. He tried to escape, but there was no exit.

He could only let his “body” float aimlessly in this endless void.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

It might have been a moment, it might have been a century.

At last, Colin finally noticed a form in the desolate void. He looked overjoyed as he inspected it, but the fluffy object was oddly white.

Upon drawing closer, it dawned on Colin. It wasn’t cotton, but a white wolf.

A white wolf that was constantly expanding.

Its body was elusive and misty, like a cloud of smoke spreading in the void.

What was this?

As Colin puzzled, he saw something else inside the wolf’s “body”.

Upon closer inspection, it was a skeleton!

No!

It was not a skeleton, but a creature that was skin and bones, looking a lot like a troll.

This troll was full of white hair, looking incredibly old, as if he had lived for a thousand years, now coming to the end of his life.

His body was hunched over, almost crawling on the ground, making it hard to see his face.

But mysteriously, Colin recognized him — the White Wolf Witch King Squin!

Why would he be here?

At this moment, Squin also noticed Colin’s presence. He shakily raised his head with an incredulous expression on his face.

He seemed not to have expected Colin’s presence either.

“How…did you get in here…”

Hearing this question, something clicked in Colin’s mind.

Getting in?

Getting into where?

Then, before Colin could answer, Squin’s lips started moving rapidly. His body emanating a bright white light. The white wolf phantom surrounding him suddenly started expanding at an accelerated rate, getting larger and larger as if it were about to fill the entire void.

The expanding phantom wolf was getting nearer to Colin and it was then he could feel a strong repulsive force as if it was trying to push him out of this space.

In the quick turnover of his thoughts, Colin suddenly understood why he was here and what was going on!

This place was likely the consciousness space of Prince Otto.

And the White Wolf Witch King Squin was trying to seize control of this space!

And hence take control of Prince Otto!

No, it was much more than just control. It was a resurrection!

So that’s it!

Colin had been very puzzled as to why Prince Otto did not retreat when he saw the Blood Knight Army, instead choosing to stand his ground in a battle he was bound to lose.

Because Prince Otto had planned it all along. Upon his death, the White Wolf Witch King Squin could invade his consciousness space and hence take control of his corpse!

After killing Prince Otto, Colin naturally wouldn’t be wary of a corpse.

This was the perfect opportunity for Squin to assassinate Colin!

Seeing Squin’s visibly thinning figure and his increasingly despondent look, Colin finally understood everything.

This pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain was a setup!

A Holy Warrior, a White Wolf Witch King, willing to sacrifice their own lives just to successfully assassinate him, a formidable troll enemy!

No, it wasn’t just Colin.

Their willingness to pay such a heavy price could not have only been to assassinate him alone.

Colin wasn’t sure how long Squin could take control of Prince Otto’s corpse, but it should be long enough for the already devastated Blood Knight Army to take further hits.

If the North Territory, already severely weakened, lost both him and the Blood Knight Army at this time, the consequences…

At this thought, Colin suddenly felt anxious.

He couldn’t let Squin succeed. Prince Otto could only become his blood slave!

But the problem was, Colin didn’t know how to compete with Squin for control of Prince Otto.

Seeing the phantom white wolf growing larger while he was being pushed towards the edge of the void, Colin became increasingly restless.

He tried to attack the phantom white wolf in front of him, only to find that he couldn’t cause any damage to it.

This feeling of having nowhere to exert his strength made Colin very uncomfortable.

But just as Colin was growing more and more desperate, a streak of green light suddenly burst forth from his chest.

Colin looked down in confusion, only to realize that it was a glow from a mistletoe.

The mistletoe picked from the Ancient Oak, rumored to be the Druid Sacred Tree!

When he left Oak Manor, Duke St. Gregorian gave it to him as a gift.

But to his surprise, at this moment it suddenly burst forth with an astonishing vitality!

In the blink of an eye, the mistletoe, as if seeing the most delicious food, greedily began to consume the phantom white wolf in front of it.

The phantom white wolf, that had left Colin at a loss, was being consumed like a prey by this mistletoe, rapidly being sucked in.

“No!!!”

Watching this happen, Squin let out a roar of desperation.

He chanted his incantations more rapidly, but still could not stop the white wolf phantom from gradually dissipating, until it completely collapsed.

And Squin, as if he had burned out the flame of his life, turned to ashes in a brilliant green light.