I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 402: 404: Lend Me Your Head for a Blood Sacrifice to My 300 Warriors at Dawn

Chapter 402: Chapter 404: Lend Me Your Head for a Blood Sacrifice to My 300 Warriors at Dawn

No one could describe just how terrifying it was to battle a four-armed Naga in the dim light.

As an Upper Race, the Nagas possessed a battle strength beyond common imagination. When all four arms slashed their long knives simultaneously, even the thickest shields were no more than foam.

At this moment, Anthony also encountered an unprecedented obstacle.

The Fearless Holy Sword, with its faint glow, became a terrifying blade of slaughter with its unparalleled sharpness.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Even though he was an inheritor of the Heart of Fearlessness and his combat strength seemed invincible when beset by a frenzied siege, the soldiers at his side were not the same.

These warriors, although they were the elite trained by Dawn City, clad in full armor and wielding sharp weapons,

were still reaped like wheat when facing the four-armed Nagas.

The disparity was too great.

Born and bred in a harsh environment, the Nagas, in terms of battle strength or experience, were far stronger than the warriors of Dawn City.

“Kill!”

A young warrior roared and lunged directly at the four-armed Naga attacking from the opposite side, his longsword slashing down fiercely.

Clang~

The sound of metal clashing exploded as the Naga’s two long knives crossed and blocked the deadly attack.

In the narrow green eyes, killer intent was fierce. In the moment of collision, the other two arms did not remain idle—one arm wielding a long knife sliced straight through the young warrior’s abdomen.

Sparks flew.

The high-level armor blocked the fatal blow, and a look of relief appeared on the young warrior’s face. He withdrew his sword for a counterstrike, but as he prepared for a second attack,

Pfft~ the fourth arm, holding a long knife, slashed directly through the armor gap at his neck.

Blood sprayed forth.

In close combat, the advantages of the Upper Race, the four-armed Nagas, were just too great.

Two fists were hard-pressed against four hands, not to mention that Nagas of the same level could still overwhelm human warriors with their crushing battle strength.

It was an innate trait of the Upper Race—the Naga’s bloodline was far stronger than that of humans. Only a higher level or a stronger bloodline could eliminate such disparity.

But reality was always brutal—Dawn City could equip every warrior with high-level armor and weapons, but it was impossible to grant every warrior a bloodline of the Upper Race.

Talent was the most unreasonable thing.

“Rally to me!”

After slaying a Naga, Anthony roared. By now, his armor was stained red with blood, which fell like droplets, with black armor marked by the most lurid and bloodstained traces.

As the sole spearhead of this squad, the warrior wielding the Fearless Holy Sword, he faced the greatest pressure, even having to confront several Nagas’ assaults at once.

Every step forward was taken over the bodies of slain Nagas.

Fortunately, though strong, Anthony was no less a match for anyone.

Each time the Fearless Holy Sword in his hand swung, it was bathed in blood.

Extraordinary combat awareness, formidable combat skills, coupled with an unimaginable Danger Perception.

This inheritor of a Legendary profession was the most Fearless Warrior.

Blood, severed limbs, death—these became the main theme at that moment.

The battle continued.

Dawn City’s troops couldn’t provide support in a short time— they could only rely on themselves.

But there were too many, and the surrounding Nagas only increased, not decreased, as they attempted to break out.

Anthony no longer had the energy to look after the surrounding warriors. When the number of Nagas vastly outnumbered them, everything became uncontrollable.

The number of warriors around him dwindled, fewer and fewer…

Anthony’s breathing grew heavier as well.

Each hard-fought slash of the longsword drained a tremendous amount of strength, from unrivaled dominance at the beginning to a progressively heavier advance.

By the end, Anthony no longer knew how much time had passed; the number of Nagas he had killed was uncountable.

Escape.

That was the only thought.

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