The game has become a real alternate world

The officer who tried to stop him shouted harshly, but Juan didn't even turn his head and could only helplessly turn away.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a blood-colored long spear coming towards him. He tried his best to dodge, but he didn't have that kind of power.

The long spear pierced directly through his skull, pinning him to the nearby building.

A figure leapt over the wall, crashing down heavily next to the corpse, and pulled out the spear.

A slender tongue licked the blood and the white jelly-like substance on it.

"Hmm, the taste is not bad." It was a burly Blood Race Warrior, with a ferocious and arrogant expression.

Opposite the fortress.

There were the camps of the Blood Race, with many of their soldiers gathered around. Some of them continuously rushed towards the fortress.

They intended to launch incessant attacks, not giving the soldiers within the fortress any chance to catch their breath.

Martin sat inside the camp.

Below, a Blood Race Knight was reporting: "According to the intelligence we've gathered, more than half of the enemy's reinforcements have already arrived at the fortress.

The remaining half of the forces are stationed in the town behind the fortress and even further back in the city. Based on the distance calculations, they can come to support the fortress at any time."

Upon hearing this report, Martin nodded and asked, "Is there more reinforcement on the way?"

The Blood Race Knight shook his head, "According to our observation, there shouldn't be any more.

If there are, they would be much farther away and wouldn't be able to reach the fortress anytime soon."

Martin nodded and then turned to another Blood Mage dressed in a black robe, also known as the Tailor.

"How are the siege giants?"

"Perfect, General. You can call upon them as your heavy hammer at any time."

"Haha, that's good! Come, I want to go see for myself, let's see if they have sent any strong opponents to challenge us."

With that, Martin stood up, grabbed his exaggerated giant sword, and walked out of the camp.

On the fortress wall.

The young commander who rushed up—Juan, was already entangled in battle with the Blood Race officer opposite him.

The surrounding soldiers tactfully made a circle of space to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

"What a bunch of ugly monsters." Juan looked disgusted, wielding his weapon, slashing continuously.

It was evident that his skill and strength were superior, and the opposing Blood Race officer was completely suppressed.

He could only use his blood control occasionally to interfere with Juan, hoping to prolong his life a little.

Seizing a flaw, Juan lunged with his sword, piercing directly through the enemy's chest and abdomen.

He knew this wouldn't kill the enemy, so he fiercely slashed, leaving a huge gash in the enemy's chest and abdomen.

Through this massive wound, the Blood Race's pale, bloodless organs were visible.

Seizing the opportunity, the Blood Race officer viciously opened his mouth, biting Juan's shoulder fiercely, enough to break through his shoulder armor and sink teeth into his flesh.

The sharp pain caused Juan to widen his eyes and slammed his elbow hard.

Instantly, the sound of the Blood Race officer's neck snapping echoed, but not before he tore a piece of flesh from Juan's shoulder.

Seizing this moment, Juan painfully swung the blade towards the enemy's head.

The Blood Race officer was even crazier than Juan imagined, with the blood that had been torn away from Juan being manipulated into black blood-colored spikes.

At that moment, the blood-colored aura suddenly enveloped the entire fortress wall.

The exaggerated aura made Juan, who was highly focused in the battle, pause for a moment.

The blood-colored spikes immediately penetrated Juan's abdomen, but his opponent's head was also chopped off in the process.

With his abdomen pierced, a large amount of foul blood flowed within his body, and the surrounding soldiers quickly dragged the officer away.

A figure rushed out from within the fortress, landing directly on the wall.

He looked towards the front of the wall.

Martin was already at the wall, spreading his massive bat wings, hovering in mid-air, clutching his elaborate giant sword.

Watching as the opponent charged out because of his aura.

Very strong, definitely no weaker than him.

Looks like this is the strong opponent sent in this battle.

"Are you their leader? The monster with bat wings?" the unknown challenger asked.

Martin just stared at him, and after a moment of observation, slashed horizontally with the giant sword.

Just as he swung, Martin widened his eyes, hurriedly controlling his wings in an attempt to turn around.

But he was ultimately a step too slow, as an ice crystal-formed spike suddenly attacked from a diagonal angle, smashing through one of his wings, completely penetrating it, and freezing it significantly, rendering half of the wing unusable.

The unknown strong figure also took this opportunity to charge, holding a long-handled war axe.

Completely incongruent with his somewhat scholarly appearance.

"Die!"

With a fierce strike, Martin could only raise his sword to block, but already injured, he was directly smashed to the ground under the heavy pressure.

Smashed to the ground, Martin transformed into a blood-colored stream, scattering like bats, and quickly left the battlefield.

The suave warrior holding the giant axe wanted to continue the chase, but the Mage who had previously exchanged intelligence with the Bishop appeared next to him.

"Don't chase Tomak, be wary of others' ambushes."

Warrior Tomek stopped, snorted at the escaping blood-colored stream.