The First Vampire

Count Evan collapsed weakly to the ground.

Chilling cold crept into his not-so-robust body from the icy ground, but Count Evan was no longer able to stand.

He felt as if the blood-colored smoke that had just swirled past him had drained the blood, strength, and even soul from his body.

At the moment, his hands and feet were weak, and he was powerless even to twitch.

What was that martial skill just now?

Count Evan was horrified, straining his eyes to look for his sister.

If the mere aftershock had nearly taken his life, then what about his sister who was hit directly?

Nothing can happen to his sister!

Count Evan could unblinkingly command the Lords of the Eastern Lands to circle and annihilate the Pegasus Army, could deliberately open the city gate to lure the Blood Knight Army into the White Dew Fortress, could even watch White Dew City become a human hell bathed in blood, but he would never want to see his sister Anna in trouble.

On one hand, his sister was naïve and had an excellent relationship with Count Evan. Even though she had previously suspected him of betraying the St. Prowse family, when the threat of the Winged Knight emerged, Anna did not hesitate to stand in front of Count Evan.

Even the naturally cold-hearted Count Evan did not want to let down this kind of affection.

What’s more important is that Anna is the hope of the Eastern Lands rising!

The St. Prowse family had not produced a Holy Knight for a long time.

The Eastern Lands in desperate need of a Holy Knight!

Now that a St. Prowse who has hope of stepping into the Holy Field has finally appeared, Count Evan would rather see this plan fail than watch Anna get hurt.

As long as Anna was there, even if White Dew City became a ruin, Count Evan had the confidence to start over.

But if Anna died, the future of the Eastern Lands would still be extremely bleak. Even if Count Evan successfully ascended to the position of Eastern Duke, he was afraid he would not escape the predicament of struggling to survive among various forces.

Finally, Count Evan saw Anna lying quietly not far in front of him.

She looked terribly miserable right now, covered in blood all over, with countless wounds, and all her joints were unnaturally twisted. She looked like a broken doll.

But, Count Evan noticed her chest was slightly rising and falling.

She’s still alive!

Yet in the next second, accompanied by the vibration of the ground, a huge shadow enveloped Anna.

Colin slowly walked over, also full of surprise in his heart.

The Angler family didn’t have any profound martial skills to inherit, so he always relied on strength to crush his opponents in fights.

The Blood secret technique he had just released was something he grasped in a trance when he saw a strange silver python during his promotion to the sixth rank.

No, not grasped.

It was more like it was bestowed on him by the silver python.

When Anna suddenly advanced to the sixth rank just now, Colin used it subconsciously under urgency. The effect… was astonishing!

Of course, it was a little too astonishing.

Having caused such a great commotion, Colin was on guard and decided to quickly deal with these two and then leave quickly.

After all, he hasn’t forgotten that there are still two Holy Field experts in the city. If he attracts them over, it would be troublesome.

But just as he raised his fist to smash Anna’s skull, a weak voice suddenly came:

“You… cannot kill her!”

It was Count Evan struggling to roar.

But Colin ignored him, aiming his fist at Anna’s skull and smashing it straight down!

“Don’t you want to know Mr. Ji’s real plan?”

The fist came to rest one centimeter away from Anna’s skull.

Colin raised his head and looked at Count Evan, asking:

“What plan does Mr. Ji have?”

Count Evan chuckled and counter-questioned, “Do you know why I had to plunge White Dew City into total chaos?”

Colin was a little taken aback, as if thinking of something.

Count Evan continued, “Even if I want to clear up my mother’s remaining forces, it’s enough to just kill a few key figures. Why would I have to incite the Lord’s allied army to attack the Pegasus Army?”

Colin narrowed his eyes, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

Count Evan’s expression suddenly became extremely excited, even maniacal, with a strange laugh he asked:

“And, have you noticed that the flames of war in White Dew City spread too quickly?”

Colin raised his head, then realized that the war fires in White Dew City were indeed a bit odd.

Although such night fighting would inevitably lead to fires, and there were tactics to deliberately start fires to drive out the enemy in street fights, the speed of fire spreading in White Dew City at this time was still astonishing.

Apparently, someone was deliberately setting fires during the chaos!

Looking at the sky that was illuminated as if it was daytime by the raging fire, Colin couldn’t help but think of Fallen Eagle City a year ago!

The scene when Fallen Eagle City was burned down was just like this with firelight reaching the sky!

At this point, Colin finally understood and said in a deep voice:

“So your real target is Prince Lexie!”

Count Evan broke into a distorted, hearty laughter, and said:

“Correct! Mr. Ji helped me ascend to the position of Duke of the East, and in exchange, I ruined the entire White Dew City to help him kill Prince Lexie!

Tell me, isn’t this trade fair?

Ha-ha-ha-ha…”

Colin’s gaze suddenly became somewhat pitiful: “Count Uman was unknowingly sacrificed by Mr. Ji along with Fallen Eagle City.

But you have gone mad enough to actively help Mr. Ji to sacrifice White Dew City, ha-ha, you don’t have any bottom line left just to become the Duke of the East!”

“Bottom line? Ha-ha-ha…” Count Evan laughed so hard he was gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face, “Weaklings have no right to talk about the bottom line!”

Colin looked at Count Evan, who had fallen into a state of frenzy, with disgust and scorn.

When he first met Count Evan in Silver Moon City, Colin thought he was a pretty distinctive and smart nobleman, but after stripping away his disguises, he discovered that this man’s heart was filled with cowardice, madness, and self-righteousness disguised as cleverness.

“You, worthy of becoming the Duke of the East?” Colin sneered.

Count Evan finally stopped his mad laughter and glared, saying:

“I’m not fit to be the Duke of the East? I’ve worked so hard for this, if I’m not worthy, then who is?”

“Sacrifice?” The mockery on Colin’s face became even more pronounced. He shook his head, seemingly reluctant to bother with this hopeless Count Evan any further, raised his fist again, ready to send the St. Prowse siblings to hell.

Seeing this, Count Evan straightened his face and spoke again:

“Do you know why I’ve been talking so much to you?”

Colin was taken aback, and then he heard a deep and familiar voice behind him:

“He was stalling for time, waiting for me to come.”

Colin turned abruptly, only to see Mr. Ji standing in the distance calmly, his eyes full of inquisitive interest.