This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 348, Section 347: Vampires can only drink blood.
Atop his tall, mixed-breed steed, Alama, clad in heavy armor, gazed at the vast, continuous demonic territory ahead, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Sigismund... actually gave up the defensive advantage and area-of-effect buff of the Crimson Spire, choosing instead to launch a full-scale attack to engage him in a fair field battle.

His original plan was to use the "tank," a long-range weapon, to harass the enemy and force Sigismund to come out and fight. Now, the harassment has only just begun, and the enemy has already given up on defense.

Alama did not deny that Sigismund's army was generally stronger than his own, but it was clearly not overwhelmingly superior.

In direct combat, Alama also has a fairly high win rate.

Sigismund couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

Has the head coach been replaced? Or is there a trap he's unaware of?
Based on the intelligence, Alama considered many possibilities and finally turned his attention to the direction of Eleanor's army.

If we're talking about traps, the most likely candidate to be used as a surprise weapon is this female vampire with terrible command skills.

She remained far away, observing indifferently from the sidelines.

Alama initially thought that the two sides had brought their personal conflicts to the battlefield, but now it seems that it might have been a performance put on for him.

"Pass on the order!" Alama commanded the messenger beside him, "Three times the number of scouts and keep a close watch on every move of the Eleanor forces! Report any unusual activity immediately! Without my order, all troops at the front should maintain their formation and not advance at this time!"

Meanwhile, at the front lines of the demon army.

The elite demon warriors had already formed an attack formation, and at the very front of the demon array were some ferocious, bound demons. Their restless growls mingled with the clanging of the soldiers' armor, and the air was thick with a bloodthirsty desire.

Most striking were the troops at the very back of the line, clad in dark blood-red armor—the Blood Knights, Sigismund's most powerful core fighting force!
All of them are at least Gold-rank half-vampires, and some of them are even true vampires with titles.

Everything is ready, the arrow is nocked.

However, the adjutant looked around anxiously but could not find the supreme commander, Duke Sigismund, who should have been there to inspire morale and issue orders!
"Where is His Excellency? Has anyone seen the Duke?!" The adjutant couldn't help but raise his voice, asking the surrounding generals and guards with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

How can the head coach be absent at this crucial moment?

Just then, a bat flapped its wings and flew from the direction of the scarlet spire, eventually hovering in front of the adjutant.

"His Excellency the Duke has decreed that you shall have full command of this battle."

"Me?!" The adjutant's pupils constricted, pointing at himself, almost unable to believe his ears. "Where is His Majesty the Duke?"

……

The Duke of Sigismund, whom the adjutant had been longing to see, was currently in the kitchen of the Scarlet Spire.

A piece of meat, whose original species was unrecognizable and whose texture was rough, was casually placed on the fire to roast, then sprinkled with a pinch of salt, and I took a bite with great anticipation.

"Pooh--!"

Almost instantly, intense physical discomfort caused him to vomit.

It wasn't because the taste was indescribably awful, but because this vampire's body fundamentally rejected ordinary food, as if it couldn't digest it and could only vomit it out undigested.

"Speaking of which, vampires only drink blood..." Lin Jun suddenly remembered that the little pig had this setting.

Finding blood in the vampire's stronghold was a piece of cake. He found a container for storing blood and carefully tasted a small amount.

He smacked his lips, savoring the experience carefully; this was the first time he had ever tasted blood using the senses of a vampire.

It felt like drinking a slightly viscous sauce with a strong, rusty, fishy smell.

"Sigh..." Lin Jun couldn't help but sigh, feeling greatly disappointed.

It seems there's absolutely no hope of using this vampire's body to savor the world's delicacies.

Life as a vampire isn't as enjoyable as one might imagine.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Sigismund's suppressed anger echoed again from the depths of his mind.

"What do you want to do? I want to eat delicious food!" Lin Jun answered matter-of-factly, her tone full of regret.

But Sigismund was clearly not asking that. His voice carried a deep suspicion and a hint of barely perceptible confusion: "You weren't sent by Allama?"

The creature brought by the "dream" that connects to Alama's daughter, coincidentally, is now launching a full-scale attack at this critical moment... All of this leads Sigismund to almost conclude that the strange being occupying his body is a trap set by Alama!
The aim was to lure his army out to their deaths, and then hand him over to Alama as a war trophy.

Then his only option is to perish together with the enemy.

But seeing the other person sighing and groaning over the food, he became a little uncertain.

Lin Jun ignored him and rummaged through her belongings to find some candies, which she then popped into her mouth.

The orders were obviously given haphazardly, but Lin Jun would never have done anything to hand over Sigismund himself.

sweet!
Fortunately, my body doesn't reject sweetness.

He simply picked up the entire sugar jar and strolled back to the external observation platform.

At this moment, the battlefield below had completely erupted into chaos.

In the early stages of the battle, both sides maintained considerable restraint, focusing on ranged attacks and small-team probing.

On the human side, Alama remained vigilant against the potentially deadly trap.

On the demon side, the adjutant, who had been forced into the role, was terrified and dared not take any risks, opting only for the most conservative and safest defensive strategy.

However, as the battle continued, Alama's keen battlefield sense detected something unusual.

Did Sigismund not personally take command?

He couldn't possibly be absent from such a decisive battle!

unless……

A bold guess that he had never thought of before suddenly popped into Alama's mind.

Did something happen to Sigismund himself?
His condition was so poor that... he was not actually commanding the demon army anymore?

The thought made Alama's breathing become heavy and her heart pound.

opportunity!

Regardless of who is currently in command on the other side, after these rounds of probing exchanges, Alama has roughly figured out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

He was by no means a complete novice like Eleanor, but he was just an average general with nothing remarkable about him!
Alama no longer hesitated. Under his deliberate guidance and relentless pressure, the human alliance's offensive suddenly became incredibly fierce. The adjutant who was temporarily in command was overwhelmed and forced to send the elite Blood Knights into battle in an attempt to stabilize the crumbling defense line on the right.

"Now! Hemlock Knights, charge with me!" The opportunity Alama had been waiting for had finally arrived!
With a roar, he personally led his most elite Hemlock Knights in a fierce charge against the Blood Knights!
……

Wow, that's amazing, Pinky's dad.

Lin Jun leaned over the edge of the observation platform, marveling at what she saw.

On the battlefield below, Duke Alama's Hemlock Knights launched a fierce and unparalleled offensive. In just a few minutes of fighting, the once formidable Blood Knights were forced to retreat under his relentless attacks and were clearly at a disadvantage.

In his mind, Sigismund watched as his painstakingly built elite troops were suppressed and his family fortune was being squandered, and he was so desperate that he wanted to "take them all down with him."

"Alright, alright, I know, what's the rush!" Lin Jun muttered, shoving all the remaining candy from the candy jar in her arms into her mouth. She chewed it haphazardly a couple of times, feeling the cheap sweetness melt in her mouth, before reluctantly handing over control of her body.

"Be careful, don't die easily, Xiao Xi!" Lin Jun reminded him thoughtfully as they handed over the keys.

"Pah!" The first thing Sigismund did after regaining control was to spit out the inferior sugar mixture in his mouth. With nowhere to vent his pent-up rage, he punched the solid stone wall next to him, creating a spiderweb-like dent!
There was no time to ponder this bizarre encounter and that damned intruder, not even time to tidy up one's appearance.

Sigismund's eyes blazed with crimson light, and black mist surged around him, transforming into a bat that charged toward the fighting knights at an astonishing speed.

"Your Grace!" The adjutant, who had been struggling and nearly killed, almost burst into tears.

"Finally you've come out, you dead rat!"

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious, and Alama's greatsword and Sigismund's blood claws quickly clashed!
Lin Jun mentally simulated the situation; if she were in control, Sigismund's hand would probably have already flown off...

(End of this chapter)