Crimson Servant.

Chapter 219 Brutal Massacre
The snowstorm seemed to exist specifically to torture people. When the night was deep and the adventurers went into their sleeping bags to rest, the heavy snow outside the house had already died down. The downy snow swallowed up all the sounds, as if the world outside the wooden house had died. It was a loneliness that could affect the hearts of awake people, driving every soul unwilling to be lonely into dreams.

The fire in the fireplace was dying, but that didn't matter; the remaining heat in the house was enough to keep the adventurers warm, or to wake them from the cold at dawn.

They did not close the only window, and before going to bed, Dalia solemnly emphasized to others the importance of maintaining oxygen circulation. Although most people here have enough survival knowledge, seeing the girl's serious popularization of science, several people kindly did not disturb her.

Now, the half-closed window was gently pushed open, and black boots stepped on the window sill, the sound was as light as a feather falling. The uninvited guest glanced inside the wooden house, and the pair of observing eyes appeared blood red in the darkness.

Without any words, these silent intruders who walked like cats entered the cabin one by one, hiding their bodies in the deep shadows, with their unsheathed weapons already drawn. Each adventurer was accompanied by at least two assassins, and the cabin was almost full, but strangely, the pale moonlight swept across the white snow outside the house, leaving no footprints outside the window.

A dozen pairs of blood-red eyes focused together, and one of them took out a magic brooch that was emitting a red halo. The dim light illuminated the assassin's pale face. Their identical blood-red cloaks were printed with the seal of the vampire Count Smelki.

They were Count Smelki's vampire assassins. The defeated blood clan member couldn't help but reach out to his own property, even though he realized that these scattered properties might be a trap set by the female monster.

The assassins were very cautious. They had been tracking the wizard and the elven warrior for some time and missed many opportunities to assassinate them along the way. They waited patiently until now and finally decided to turn this isolated snowfield into their burial place.

The magic brooch was a magical item given by the Earl as a precautionary measure. It contained a group-wide [Vampire Charm], which was a more powerful and special human charm.

If the opponent is not on guard, even an awake opponent will be controlled, not to mention an adventurer who is already asleep.

"Did you sense it?" the vampire assassin whispered.

"Yes, I sensed it. It's on this elf."

After the vampires confirmed the news of the treasure, they decided to take action. Although they were not sure that they would kill these adventurers who wasted their time, the news that the mission was successfully completed would undoubtedly make them feel much more relaxed.

"What are you so happy about?"

A sudden voice sounded in the vampire's ears.

The vampire did not hesitate, and stabbed the blade in his hand downward at lightning speed, and then they moved their eyes downward.

There was no real feeling of piercing the flesh, and the same was true of what they saw, because Lucien's body was twisting under the attack, and the last thing the vampire saw was the mocking expression of the illusionist.

"Guess why your magic gadgets don't work?"

"Gone?! The brooch is gone!" The vampire looked at his empty palm. A few seconds ago, he thought he was holding the magic brooch.

All of the vampire's preemptive attacks failed, and the attacks passed through the adventurers' illusions, and the same thought flashed through their minds at the same time.

Are they all illusions?

In a flash, a scream of pain and a flying broken arm negated their thoughts.

The elf who was originally their target had stood up from his squat, and one of the vampires who attacked him was kicked away, while another vampire lost his arm.

The assassin took a look at the scimitar in the elf's hand and was somewhat surprised that the surface elves could use such a dark-looking weapon, but soon their bloodthirsty ferocity and numerical advantage made them roar with an attack.

“He’s the only one!!!”

Francis unsheathed his two swords, his legs slightly bent, the wild fury of battle manifesting in a murderous grin on his face.

The vampires' dark vision allowed them to easily see the elves' expressions, and the ferocious aura that was like a volcanic eruption made these undead creatures feel an ominous chill.

"I am enough."

Francis rushed towards the vampire, and with unparalleled swiftness, he executed the vampire who had lost an arm. Then, he jumped suddenly on his cooling body, dodged the incoming dagger, stepped on the wall for a second jump, and danced the dance of death in the air. No vampire was a match for Francis. The vampires found in despair that their defenses were useless to this terrible elf. Their blocking skills, which were suppressed by panic and calm, would be easily seen through by the pair of eyes flashing with cold light. There was always a scimitar on every flaw, as if the two sides had agreed that the vampires would automatically hit the elf's deadly blade with their bodies.

When their weapons blocked a scimitar, another scimitar would always pierce their bodies, blood splattering, and screams accompanying every move of the shadow of death. They were awarded the title of elite by Count Smelki, but in front of Francis, close combat was no different from that of children.

Monster! He is a monster!!!

There was no way to stop it, and the remaining vampires could only retreat in fear away from the blood elf, who was stained red by the blood of his fallen comrade.

Taking advantage of the time gained by the death of his companion, the spellcaster among the vampires cast the human immobilization spell on the monster that frightened him.

At a distance of less than six feet, Francis easily dodged the spell halo.

The vampires who saw this scene went crazy, and their souls screamed hysterically in their minds.

True Ancestor! How on earth! How could they avoid the human immobilization spell in such a narrow space! The bodies of their fallen companions almost filled the floor!!!

Two more fell. Francis' ferocity had completely shattered the confidence of the last two vampires to fight. They rushed to the window frantically, scrambling to escape from the monster.

One vampire succeeded, and as his accomplice screamed, he stepped half a foot over the windowsill. He immediately used his vampire ability to transform into a swarm of bats, trying to hide in the darkness.

As a result, a strong light flashed outside the window, just like the strong flash of the midday sun, illuminating the window and the room as bright as day. The vampire screamed as if he had seen the sun, and he could not maintain his transformation and fell back into the wooden house. The vampire, with his eyes burning, knew that he was finished, but the sharp blade he expected did not fall immediately.

After his vision recovered a little, the vampire looked confusedly at the executioner standing among the corpses, and found that the other party was also covering his face with one hand and had just regained his vision like himself.

Then, Francis, who was accidentally injured by Lucian's flash, took off the fake leather mask on his face. His eyes were filled with tears, and his eyes were red with dark vision. Lucian caused the greatest damage to Francis in this single challenge.

Seeing his opponent's skin color change from white to purple-black, gradually matching the pair of deadly scimitars in his hands, and seeing Francis' true face, the vampire was frightened to death, and his last scream was heard from the wooden house.

"You are... the Dark Destroyer!!!"

Reminded by Francis' prophecy, John and the other two who had been hiding outside the cabin watched the bats transform into vampires and sneak into the cabin where only Francis was left. Then they heard the sound of swords clashing and the screams continued.

Dalia anxiously kept asking when we would rush in to provide support.

"He doesn't need help," John replied firmly.

Dalia looked at Lucien for help. The illusionist had just released the strong light spell.

"He's right, but as companions, we should express our gratitude."

Lucien yelled, "I'm going to help!" and rushed into the cabin.

Two seconds later, a new illusionist appeared right under their eyes.

"I'm done helping."

Facing the questioning looks from John and Dalia, Lucien gave a proud thumbs up.

"I let him kill one more person, contributing a valuable head."

(End of this chapter)