I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 176: Chapter 177: Soaring to the Heavens, the Fearless Northern Warrior
 

The battle had immediately entered a state of carnage after starting.

Two hundred Bloodline, riding Magic Language Bats, smashed down with searing large fireballs in their hands.

Bang, bang, bang~

The scorching flames erupted on the ground, turning everything within a ten-blade radius into a sea of fire with each explosion of the great fireballs.

Two hundred fireballs fell from the sky, from behind the demon-like Magic Language Bats.

If raindrops were a natural phenomenon, then the fireballs, as dense as rain at that moment, were undoubtedly a world-ending natural disaster, the divine wrath destroying the world.

Boom~

The light arising from the exploding fireballs was even more blinding than the afterglow in the sky.

“Protect his highness and retreat first, I’ll draw the enemy’s attention!”

Grote looked at the fiery ocean of red, fell into a rage, and the Northern Warriors’ horses turned to ash after a round of fiery onslaught.

Two teams of Northern Warriors stepped forward, lifting the still unconscious Northern Land Valkyrie from the carriage.

Among the scorching flames all over the ground, these mentally resilient Northern Warriors still maintained sufficient calm.

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“Form up, archers suppress!”

A team of archers, ten in number, who had been running around to dodge the searing flames,

but upon hearing the order, immediately ignored the threats around them, drew their longbows to the full, and fired deadly arrows towards the Bloodline in the sky.

Clang~

The long bowstring twanged, and a Magic Language Bat, diving down, was instantly pierced from eye socket to neck by the sharp arrows.

Roar~

After a painful scream, the huge body flapped its wings a few times and plummeted towards the ground.

Thud~

The huge body slammed into the ground, kicking up grass and blood everywhere.

Humans, with their capacity for retaliation, weren’t like the cumbersome One-eyed Giants; the dive-bombing that had accomplished great success against One-eyed Giants didn’t have the same effect against humans.

But a few archers couldn’t cause too much damage to the large numbers of the Magic Language Bat Clan.

The Bloodline had an absolute advantage in numbers.

And the magic released by the Bloodlines kept the Northern Warriors running ragged, no one could ignore those lethal fireballs.

Humans were not One-eyed Giants, lacking strong Magic Resistance, and unless they wore enchanted armor, even an Advanced Warrior wouldn’t survive being hit by a fireball.

The strength of the Bloodline plunged the ground into chaos in an instant.

Even with commanders striving to direct their forces, the sudden attack and the relentless offensive of the Bloodlines still put the Northern Warriors into an extremely passive position at that moment.

Grote’s eyes slowly turned red, and rage filled with brutality flashed through them as he looked at the Bloodline in the sky, recklessly dropping magic.

“Clan Leader, the valley’s passage!”

At that moment, a Northern Warrior with a face full of grief and indignation came before Grote, pointing at the way they had come.

Grote turned his head sharply, to see that the entrance, now engulfed by huge flames, the flames rising several blades high, were enough to melt steel.

His complexion changed again and again.

He could not wait any longer.

Grote closed his eyes slightly, his keen senses as a Level 16 Warrior allowed him to obtain the information he wanted on the battlefield.

Level 15 Warriors would activate a unique Talent.

Danger Perception.

Just as one Magic Language Bat was hit by an arrow and about to hit the ground, Grote’s body burst forth with tremendous power, jumping upwards vigorously.

Thud~

One foot landed on the Magic Language Bat that was about to fall, the Bat screeched even louder as it fell faster.

And Grote’s body rose sharply, using the Bat as a stepping stone.

Just then, another Magic Language Bat, diving down, opened its massive jaws to bite as it saw this scene.

Grote’s eyes showed no fear, his broadsword that was the width of two palms sweeping across.

Pssht~

Under everyone’s gaze, Grote brutally passed through the mouth of the Magic Language Bat.

The original Magic Language Bat had its head blown apart, falling to the ground.

Blood bloomed in the air like Death Flowers, alluring and terrifying.

Using the body of this Magic Language Bat, Grote’s body rose again, and the second Magic Language Bat couldn’t evade in time, the greatsword flashed.

Crack~

The Magic Language Bat was sliced into two parts by a single sword strike, and the Bloodline riding behind it couldn’t get away in time, Grote’s fist exploded its head with a direct punch.

A Level 16 Northern Warrior, violent to the extreme.

The dense Magic Language Bat swarm provided Grote with the perfect stepping stones, but against a group of creatures that hadn’t even reached level 10, this was simply a one-sided massacre.

Within a matter of minutes, the Magic Language Bat swarm, which held air superiority, suffered losses of over thirty.

In the sky, Grote had choreographed a Death Waltz.

Witnessing this scene, Lide took a deep breath.

Humans weren’t One-eyed Giants; it was difficult to employ the same tactics against these agile and intelligent warriors.

This was Lide’s first time suffering such heavy losses.

“Initiate the second plan.”

Upon receiving the command, the previously close-knit Magic Language Bat clan began to scatter in all directions.

And Grote, who had been slaughtering all around in the sky, now found himself in a dilemma without any other Magic Language Bats to use as stepping stones, the Northern Warrior who lacked the ability to fly was immediately in a tight spot.

At that moment, the ground began to tremble with a thunderous rumble.

The Northern Warriors on the ground, dodging the bombardment of large fireballs, turned their heads towards the source of the noise.

And then, these Northern Warriors witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Dozens of colossal creatures, towering 6 to 7 blades tall, recklessly ran down from the mountain and entered the valley.

The earth seemed to shatter under their stampede, vibrating with pounding sounds.

These terrifying creatures had gray-white wrinkled skin and wore massive black armor, which protected their enormous bodies; their muscular arms, bulging with veins, wielded iron Wolf Fang Clubs.

Their heads were safeguarded by helmets with single horns, and on top, a massive One-eyed.

The impact of this scene was overwhelming.

“One-eyed Giants!” A Northern Warrior’s eyes flickered with shock.

These creatures, only known in human legends, were now seen for the first time by them, but that gigantic One-eye still allowed everyone to recognize their identity immediately.

The legendary One-eyed Giants.

Also, the heavy soldiers of Dawn City.

Lide’s trump card.

After more than half a year of mining iron ore, with the efforts of the craftsmen with half Dwarf bloodline engaged in Gold Mining, they had successfully crafted armor suitable for these behemoths.

The armor of a single One-eyed Giant weighed 6 tons, and armor half a palm thick could even withstand siege weapons’ attacks.

Unarmed One-eyed Giants were already dominant on land, but once armed, One-eyed Giants were more impactful than any other creature.

Although Northern Warriors generally stood over 1.9 blades tall, when faced with 6 to 7 blades tall One-eyed Giants, it was like children in front of adults.

It was a feeling of helplessness.

This was an advantage brought by race, not something that could be compensated for by mere strength.

Even without exaggeration, in sheer strength, Grote, a 16th-level Northern Warrior, could not compare with a 10th-level One-eyed Giant.

The immense strength of these creatures with a lineage of primeval giants could simply be inferred by the thickness of their black armor they wore.

Even the usually fearless Northern Warriors couldn’t help but hold their breath at this time.

Too shocking.

Giant behemoths 6 blades high, leading them was a One-eyed Giant Lord towering at 7 blades.

The visceral impact of this sight stunned everyone.

They had to tilt their heads back just to gaze at these creatures of legend.

“Northern, Fearless!!”

At that moment, a furious roar came from behind the Northern Warriors.

The morale of the Northern Warriors, which had been declining, instantly boiled over.

Northern Warriors, even when faced with giant dragons, dared to charge.

What were One-eyed Giants then!!

Warriors from the Northern Plateau, who never stepped back!

What followed in the valley was an extremely shocking scene.

Less than 40 Northern Warriors left, charged with the fearless attitude, wielding greatswords toward the armored One-eyed Giants that were like mountains themselves.

They knew death was certain, but they had no fear.

The honor of the warriors at this moment shone brighter than the flames in the valley.

But no matter how much they struggled, they were still helpless under the overwhelming advantage of the One-eyed Giants.

Courage could overcome enemies slightly stronger than oneself, but it could not defeat those many times more powerful.

The Northern Warriors, not taller than the thighs of the One-eyed Giants, had to jump to strike at their vitals.

Long greatswords hacked against the armor of the One-eyed Giants, leaving merely a mark; they couldn’t pierce through the armor half a palm thick, even using all their strength.

In contrast, with a swing of their huge Wolf Fang Clubs, any warrior who failed to dodge in time was smashed by their immense power.