Rise from the coffin and rebuild the vampire empire

Chapter 141 Death and End of the War
"Death Curse!"

Werner gathered his blood and energy, and cast spells at Tantalus.

At this moment, Tantalus was fighting fiercely with Hellion. Werner was not afraid of accidental injury, and even if he really injured Hellion by mistake, Hellion would not react too much.

First, this kind of blood-driven vampire magic has little effect on the vampires. Second, Hellion, who is in a violent state, has a strong resistance to this kind of magic that acts on the flesh.

With Hellion in the front, Werner doesn't have to worry about other problems and can just madly put debuffs on Tantalus.

The magic hit, blood and energy invaded Tantalus' body, and the shadow of death enveloped him, constantly weakening his strength and endurance.

Tantalus gritted his teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved. He could feel his body getting weaker and weaker, and he was almost unable to withstand the increasingly powerful Hellion. If he continued like this, defeat was only a matter of time.

Hellion became stronger and stronger as the fight went on, gradually falling into a state of madness, while Tantalus became weaker and weaker under the influence of various spells. As one gained strength while the other lost, he naturally gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Werner was still preparing to cast spells.

"Blood gushed out like a fountain!"

After a few seconds, Werner cast another spell. Tantalus, who was hit, felt that the blood in his body seemed to be out of control and wanted to flow out of his body frantically.

Tantalus tried hard to suppress it, but then a large piece of flesh was torn off by Hellion's claw. The amount of bleeding from the wound was obviously unusual. If he hadn't tried hard to suppress it, it might have turned into a fountain. The abilities of these necromancers are too strange!
"I've already told you to surrender!"

Hellion, who was becoming more and more frantic, bared his teeth and roared. Although he said words to persuade Tantalus to surrender, his actions did not stop at all, and every move was aimed at killing Tantalus directly. He had no intention of persuading him to surrender at all.

"dream!"

Tantalus struggled to resist Hellion's attack, gritting his teeth and refusing to let go. He didn't want to become such a monster. Instead, he would rather die as a human being.

"Are these soldiers the same as you?!"

Hellion poked Tantalus in the abdomen with a claw, and pressed his ferocious face against Tantalus's face, questioning loudly.

Tantalus's sword pierced Hellion's chest, but unfortunately it did not pierce his heart and did not cause much damage.

"This is their fate!"

Looking at the hideous face so close to him, a face that no longer looked like Hellion's, Tantalus roared as loudly.

Tantalus sincerely believed that if they survived they would be turned into vampires, so it would be better for all of them to die.

Although even if they are dead, the necromancer can still transform them into undead, but the harm caused by the undead is definitely less than that of vampires.

"Marshal Tantalus, you truly have a heart of honor! It's a pity that there are probably more people like me who think more about themselves."

Hellion smiled, and with a sudden force, he pierced Tantalus's abdomen with his other claw, and then lifted the knight up directly.

Tantalus, whose strength and blood were constantly draining from his body, was now completely unable to resist. He had even loosened the sword in his hand and did not pull it out of Hellion's chest.

"Puff!" Hellion exerted force, and his two sharp claws separated from both sides, directly cutting Tantalus in half from the abdomen. Blood rained up and splashed on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, all the Magras people were stunned. The person who could not afford to lose the most in the expeditionary force actually lost, and not only lost, but even died.

"Marshal Tantalus!"

Forbucts cried out in sorrow, tears already streaming down his face. Tantalus was not only his superior, but also his mentor, who was like a father to him. Upon seeing Tantalus' tragic death, Forbucts went mad.

He no longer cared about himself and was completely disregarding his life. He rushed into the Lizardman position like a madman, killed several Lizardmen, and then was surrounded by the Lizardman Undead Warriors.

After killing five or six lizardman undead warriors, Forbukts was also chopped to the ground. His eyes were wide open and he gradually lost his breath.

Tantalus's other lieutenant, Motrius, chose to lay down his arms and surrender, just like the rest of the Magras.

The moment Tantalus died, his aura of encouragement lost its effect. Without him as their main force, the morale of the Maghras could no longer be sustained.

There was no way out. The death of Tantalus was already a major blow, and the disappearance of his inspiring aura was a double blow. The Magrath people, who were already in crisis, naturally could not hold on, and they gave up resistance one after another.

In response to this situation, Werner immediately issued a command, which was to accept surrender and not harm the prisoners.

The reason why Werner gave the order was, of course, because Hellion was no longer able to react. Although he still had some rationality, it was not much. His mind was filled with anger and desire to kill. He did not want to accept the surrender of these people at all, and even wanted to tear them to pieces one by one.

"Snapped."

Karen appeared beside Hellion and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Hellion shuddered and turned to look at Karen. His mind was obviously clearer. He no longer attacked the Magrath people who chose to surrender. He just stood there panting, trying hard to get rid of the frenzy and relieve the desire in his heart.

Karen felt a little sorry about Tantalus' death. After all, the blood clan was in great need of talents, and Tantalus was a good talent. However, it was just a pity. Let him die. It's not like the whole clan cannot survive without him.

Besides, if I can't serve him when he's alive, I can still be his slave after he's dead, and I can even awaken Tantalus and turn him into an undead warrior later.

Although they were enemies, Karen still admired the spirit and integrity of the knight Tantalus. They just had different positions. Of course, admiration was admiration, but it did not prevent Karen from making full use of Tantalus's body.

In fact, although many people laid down their weapons along with Morteo, there were still some who, like Tantalus, refused to surrender.

"For Duke Drum! For Magrath! For the Empire! For the Sea Goddess!"

The remaining diehards shouted slogans and charged at the lizardmen, giant lizards, undead, and people from Wangbo Port.

In the end, they naturally fell one by one, but no one treated them as fools. Even the players became serious. Although their positions were different, it did not prevent everyone from respecting them.

Of course, those who need to be killed must be killed. The people of Wangbo Port also understand that it is just the law of the jungle. If they are not strong enough, they will be the ones who launch a desperate charge here.

(End of this chapter)