Star Forge Titan

Besides, Khayon himself is still on this ship, and he can't escape smoothly unless he deals with all the vampire pirates.

To sum up, at least this time, Alvin doesn't need to worry about the king of traitors stabbing him in the back.

The banquet was not held in the spacious first-floor restaurant or the more beautifully decorated VIP room upstairs, but in a huge square banquet hall inside the cabin that could accommodate hundreds of people.

Many of the invitees, who had never worn such expensive clothes, looked embarrassed and at a loss.

Subconsciously, all ordinary humans gathered together, surrounded by many distinguished guests who looked at them with strange eyes.

These distinguished guests are completely invisible during the day and do not appear in the first-floor restaurant at night. It seems as if they live in two isolated worlds from ordinary tourists.

At this moment, the invisible fence separating the world from each other has been removed, and the distinguished guests unscrupulously scan the ordinary tourists who are invited here with the eyes of selecting items.

Alvin's keen senses allowed him to sense the tension of those around him, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was simply animal instinct. Like the fear of the dark or venomous snakes, it was a genetic trait that kept mortals away from danger.

But soon, the distinguished guests showed friendly smiles and invited ordinary travelers to join the banquet.

Most of these beings, who look similar to humans, have delicate and charming looks that are so delicate as to be fake. Their speech and behavior are polite, and they always abide by the aristocratic etiquette that has been passed down for hundreds of years. They give people a sense of classical atmosphere that seems to have walked out of history books without any change.

Gradually, people let down their guard and began to talk with these distinguished guests.

Joyful laughter echoed throughout the banquet hall as the band began to play music. Couples could be seen dancing gracefully on the circular dance floor in the center of the hall.

Alvin leaned against a pillar with a smile on his face, but his eyes remained absolutely clear as he kept looking around the entire banquet hall.

At this moment, every invited guest was temporarily safe, and the reason why he did not attack immediately was because the real head of this group of vampires had not yet arrived.

According to their traditional rules, the banquet cannot actually begin until the host arrives at the banquet.

In other words, even the most anxious and hungry low-level blood-sucking monsters must obtain permission from the lord before they can open their bloody mouths and reveal their sharp fangs to the prey that is laughing and joking at the moment.

Moreover, the distinguished guests who could attend the banquet were at least official vampires who had reached the knight class and were able to better control their bloodlust. Otherwise, they would not be able to disguise themselves in such a perfect human form.

As for the servants in the banquet hall, most of them are blood servants who have been given a small amount of vampire blood. Although they have a non-human side, they will never reveal their hidden non-human form without the permission of their master.

These equally handsome waiters simply walked among the crowd with their ordinary appearance, serving glasses of fine wine and dishes of delicious food.

As I was thinking, I suddenly heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground.

Ivan looked back and saw a noblewoman in a high-slit black gown, walking towards him with the graceful, rhythmic steps of a cat. Through the slit hem, he could see her legs, which appeared and disappeared in his sight as she walked. They were white and round, like a drop of water on the tip of a wave.

"Young man, why are you standing here alone?" The lady stood only one step away from Alvin and asked with a very charming voice and a smile.

Although she was dressed like a mature woman, her charming and delicate face showed no trace of time, and she looked just like a seventeen-year-old girl.

"Oh, I'm not very good at dancing." Ivan glanced at the other person indifferently.

Although the visitor was undoubtedly a beauty, what did she have to do with him, a ruthless player who was secretly sharpening his blade, planning to massacre the entire ship of vampires.

"You are so indifferent, don't you feel lonely?" The lady didn't care about Ivan's attitude at all. Instead, she moved closer and looked at the boy's handsome face greedily. Even her breathing became rapid, and two blushes appeared on her face.

Considering that no other "distinguished guests" had come to disturb him before her, Alvin seemed to realize something and couldn't help but look at the other party seriously.

"Lady Isabella?" he asked.

"That's right." The lady's eyes were smiling like two crescent moons, almost oozing with water.

"Since Madam has arrived, why hasn't she seen the Earl?" Alvin asked directly.

Hearing this, a hint of displeasure appeared on Isabella's face, but it was not directed at him.

"Hehe, don't worry about that person. He is not interested in this kind of banquet. He will only come out to give a speech before the end." As she said this, she moved closer and closer, almost sticking to Ivan.

"If you think it's too noisy here, I have a bottle of fine wine that has been stored in my room for a long time. Would you like to taste it with me?" At this time, the boy smelled the scent of her women's perfume made from a mixture of various spices.

The top notes carry the scent of fruits such as grapefruit and bergamot, the middle notes are rich in floral scents such as jasmine, rose, daffodil, and geranium, and the base notes are tonka beans, patchouli, sandalwood mixed with vanilla, musk, frankincense and other spices, making the overall scent extremely rich and fragrant.

In other words, this perfume also covers up other inappropriate smells, such as... the smell of blood.

For Ivan's powerful perception that has entered the extraordinary realm, perfume alone cannot cover up the strong smell of blood.

The special gift of [Telepathy] allowed him to see countless wailing but ultimately unrelieved resentments in the noble lady before him. These were the numerous victims she had devoured over the past hundred years. Their remaining thoughts, like a human-skin cloak made up of the faces of the dead, gathered behind Isabella.

Seeing this scene, Ivan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile without any warmth.

Seeing that smile, Lady Isabella couldn't help but pause.

"In other words, the Earl won't show up for a while?" The black-haired boy looked down at the plump and mature lady in front of him, the light in his eyes gradually growing stronger, making the other person feel as if his whole body was about to be ignited by the surging desire.

"Yes, don't mind that man. He... he is a guy without any romance at all. He only knows how to play his own disgusting games with evil tastes." Isabella panted rapidly, speaking words she didn't even understand.

A burning sensation surged from all around, and some inexplicable charisma made her forget all the uneasiness. She just wanted to hug the boy in front of her tightly, then tear open his artery and drink his blood!

Of course, before that, as a female she wouldn't mind doing some pre-dinner entertainment to add to the fun.

However, Ivan suddenly whispered something in Isabella's ear that made the latter stand there in a daze.

"Sorry, I don't like old women."

The next moment, a silver dinner knife slipped out of the young man's sleeve, and then he stabbed it deeply into Isabella's chest, completely piercing her heart that was flowing with dirty blood.

Then, screams instantly resounded throughout the banquet hall, and all the 'guests', or more directly, all the vampires present looked at the same place in shock.

Even the count himself, who was far away on the highest floor of the cruise ship, stood up in horror and looked towards the banquet hall with a terrifying and solemn look, but Alvin didn't care about the look from the third-level vampire count.

In front of him, the honorable Lady Isabella was already burning up, and from the golden-red flames came the shrill screams like a wild beast. She stretched out her hand to grab the handsome and tall black-haired boy in front of her, just like grabbing the sunshine that could never be grasped.

But the other party took a half step back indifferently, with a cold expression of indifference on his face.

The flames quickly died out, leaving behind only a cluster of gradually dispersing black ash and a silver knife that had been burned red and hot.

The original magic power roared and flowed freely between the blood and bones. The spreading magic pressure made people feel afraid, and the invisible pressure made them almost kneel down.

"It's a pity that our happy gathering has to be interrupted." Alvin slowly bent down to pick up the dinner knife, then looked up and scanned the entire audience, allowing everyone to see the pair of eyes that were radiating golden light.

In an instant, all the low-level blood servants turned into burning torches. Even the official vampires who had reached the knight class screamed in unison. They slapped the flames on their bodies in fear, because the flames contained the most deadly purifying power for vampires.

With just one glance, most of the banquet hall was cleared out.

Ordinary passengers ran away from the "distinguished guests" with flames on their bodies in fear. Their originally handsome faces disappeared in an instant, and the exposed fangs and sharp claws made people quickly realize the true identity of these things!

"monster!"

"vampire!"

Various exclamations came one after another, showing the different characteristics of people from different countries.

The young women from Lind screamed loudly, while the men from Lind subconsciously tried to find armor, and when they found none, they instinctively raised their arms to expose their clean armpits, and then put them down awkwardly.

In addition, the middle-aged man from the Genoa Commercial Confederation turned around and ran towards the entrance of the hall without thinking, but the people from Elrond quickly gathered together. The men picked up table knives, broke the table legs and formed a circle on the outside, and the women stood inside the circle holding their children. They also called the rest of the panicked and at a loss people to form a temporary position together.

The door was kicked open from the outside, and former sheriff Frank rushed into the banquet hall holding several swords.

"Run!" He shouted to the ordinary passengers, then threw a long sword hard at Ivan.

Under the command of the former sheriff, people grabbed their weapons and quickly left through the gate.

Alvin caught the sword with one hand and walked to the door to stop outputting magic power.

The golden-red flames gradually died down, and dozens of vampires stared at the black-haired boy blocking the door with murderous eyes.

Unlike before when he had the massive magic power stored in Burning Justice to support him, his own magic power now was not enough to burn all the vampires present to death.

Therefore, we can only use less efficient methods.

He raised his left hand holding the silver dinner knife, and under the surge of dark golden light, the silver melted in Ivan's palm and flowed from the back of his hand to his forearm through his fingers.

The sharp sword drawn from its sheath in his right hand slowly rubbed against the outside of his arm, sending sparks flying while coating the sharp blade with the molten silver, turning this ordinary steel sword into a silver-plated longsword that could exorcise evil spirits.

Ivan's eyes emitted a light like melted gold, and the silver blade in his hand also reflected the red light of the raging fire.

"Come on, let's dance."

Chapter 12: Bloody Trend

With just one glance, more than half of the vampires turned into burning torches.

Against evil spirits and monsters, the additional talents granted by the gods have unreasonable damage bonuses.

Relying on using one-third of the original magic power as driving fuel, Alvin forcibly purified a large number of blood servants and low-level vampires at the same time. Even the remaining thirty-odd vampires of the knight level and above were all injured.

In an instant, the golden-red flames ignited by the strange body as firewood illuminated the large banquet hall red.

Enveloped in red light, Alvin raised his arms, emitting a dazzling silver-white metallic luster.

While the steel sword was being polished and silver-plated, the remaining molten metal turned into a sharp metal glove, the end of which extended backward to the forearm, and a sharp cross-shaped protrusion appeared on the fist, like brass knuckles fixed on the metal glove.

"A cross is indeed necessary to fight vampires."

Telling jokes that others didn't understand, Alvin stood in place and swung his sword. This simple action made many vampires involuntarily take two steps back.

"Erond the Judgement Knight?!"

"A witcher from Linde?!"

The surviving vampires looked angrily at the black-haired boy, but refrained from launching a reckless attack. At this point, the highest among them was only a Viscount, equivalent to a second-order Transcendent, while the Knights were merely aberrations, only slightly stronger than ordinary humans.

On the other side, Alvin looked at this group of ugly monsters that had shed their human disguises, and his calmness surprised even himself.

I still remember the first time I saw this kind of monster that ate humans in the game. I felt nauseous, but also angry and an unshakable fear.

But now, his heart, as calm as a mirror, allowed him to look at these monsters with the calmest attitude.

More than twenty knight-level minions, only slightly stronger than ordinary human soldiers.

Five baron ranks are equivalent to the same number of first-order transcendents. They have the ability to heal themselves and have far fewer vulnerable parts than normal humans.

The two viscounts, similar to second-level extraordinary people, not only have the ability to quickly heal themselves but also have the magical talent to control negative energy.

Simply put, that's it? That's it!

I feel like I'm being looked down upon...

However, if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange.

According to the plot chronology, the spring of 1886 in the new calendar was still the early stages of the first major version of the rise of nations.

If the player's strength is used as a reference, the target group of this task is the ordinary adventurers who are still in the trainee or first-level extraordinary stage at that time.

From this perspective, there is nothing surprising about the strength of the vampires. It can even be said that it is something that only a high-difficulty mission can achieve.

"Kill him! No matter if he's a Knight of Inquisition or a Witcher, he's the only one!" a vampire viscount shouted.

Then, many knight-level vampires let out sharp howls towards the sky. Their faces were distorted like wild beasts, their fangs turned outward and their lips protruded, curved and sharp claws grew at the ends of their ten fingers, blue veins bulged under their skin, and their ears turned into wide triangles.

It looks like a hybrid of a bat and a human, but its movement speed is extremely fast, reaching the limit of human beings, and it can even run freely on walls.

The five-headed baron-level vampire also grows strong wing membranes from its armpits that connect its arms and flanks. This can withstand the tips of ordinary knives, just like carrying a set of leather armor, and the torn skin also heals quickly.

But that's all.

To Alvin, all the vampires' movements seemed like slow motion characters.

He didn't even move his feet, simply holding the silver-plated steel sword horizontally beside him, and a knight-level vampire, who had no time to dodge, stabbed his heart. The silver and negative energy reacted quickly, turning the knight-level vampire into ash.

At the same time, his left arm with the metal glove clenched back without even looking, and the other vampire's head automatically crashed into Ivan's palm.

Relying on the terrifying power that was enough to push back a dragon thanks to the transformation from the secret ritual and the bonus of his bloodline, the young man calmly clasped his five fingers together and crushed the vampire's head into a ball of shattered bones and flesh, just like crushing a cardboard walnut.

Even for vampires with self-healing abilities, if their brains and hearts are damaged at a low level, it is still a fatal injury.

The dark red dirty bloodstains stained the gorgeous aristocratic dress that Ivan was wearing, making the robe look more like Lutetia's executioner's coat.

In the turbulent times, those gorgeously dressed gentleman executioners did not forget to show their elegance and aristocratic side even while chopping off the heads of the prisoners.

In comparison, Ivan's actions seemed much more crude and practical.

He swung his left hand, which was covered in a silver metal glove, and punched down suddenly, using the ground as an anvil, easily smashing the head of the vampire rushing towards him, leaving a clearly visible cross mark in its place.

Then, Alvin rotated his body and swung the blade in his hand at high speed. The silver-plated steel sword drew a perfect arc in the air, cutting in half several vampires that surrounded him.

Their remains quickly combusted into a handful of ashes in the air before they even hit the ground.

The young man's noble formal dress, which reached down to his calves, rose up like a cloak due to inertia, creating a whirlwind that scattered the unburned ashes all around.

The dress, stained by blood and ashes, became old and stained, losing its original gorgeousness and looking like a gray and dirty cloak, but this frightened the remaining vampires to death.

Because, from the familiar swordsmanship and fighting style, they realized an extremely terrifying fact.

"The swordsmanship of the Black Knight of Elrond! He is the Black Knight of Lord Elrond!" A vampire viscount screamed and rushed to the window. He no longer even had the courage to fight Ivan.

As a survivor of the years of hunting, the Viscount understood the horror of the Elrond people better than other vampires, and was even more afraid of the powerful knights from that demon kingdom.

"Did I let you run away?" Alvin looked at the vampire's back indifferently.

The young man stood there, a faint light flickering between his fingers, and the next moment, the Crusher heavy pistol hidden in the secret space of the "Diplomat Ring" appeared in his hand.