A vampire? The mention instantly reminded Fong how of Shadowin Fortress, where he had gathered a wealth of information regarding vampires.

Understanding that the Eternal Knight clan represented these creatures of a knight, could this vampire be connected to Shadow in Fortress? He pondered while simultaneously assessing the entity's attributes.

Blood Hunter Giovani Hamilton, blue tier 5, a blue tier 5 hero.

No wonder he dared to storm the territory alone.

At that moment, the necromancers and the mage towers within the territory had already engaged in combat with the intruder.

A breathtaking display unfolded as magical missiles filled the air and the dark lightning from the towers crackled ominously.

Giovani, leveraging his agile flying prowess, matched the territo's defenses in a fierce exchange.

Quite a formidable opponent.

Fungho quietly assessed to prepare for compulsory tasks.

He had recruited 10,000 necromancers.

Such a formidable number unleashed a barrage of missiles that resembled a vast net ins snaring the vampire.

Yet Giovani's flight capabilities and exceptional maneuverability allowed him to evade effortlessly, waiting for opportunities to counterattack.

Neither the necromancer battalion could ins snare the vampire, nor could the vampire inflict harm upon the necromancers or the mage towers below.

Moreover, a skeletal hero wielding a long blade accompanied by a dense throng of skeleton melee troops discouraged the vampire from engaging in close combat.

Thus, the two sides exchanged blows, neither able to gain the upper hand as Giovani deafly dodged a searing blade of light.

His peripheral vision caught sight of two figures conversing within the territory, a human and a seemingly hunch skeleton.

Standing before the governing hall, the two individuals embodied a distinctive status potentially as the city's overseers.

It was feudal to eliminate the numerous lowly skeletons.

Rather, it would be more prudent to eradicate their leader and exploit his aerial advantage to escape.

With this thought in mind, Giovani evaded the magic and retracted his bat wings, diving down from the sky towards the duo.

As he charged, Fong Hao felt a surge of anxiety.

Raising his staff, he prepared to summon a spirit to shield himself.

At that moment, Nelson reached out to restrain Fong Hao, instructing him to observe the unfolding battle.

With that, he struck the ground forcefully with his staff.

Boom.

In the next instant, Nelson's entire demeanor shifted dramatically.

Fong Hao, possessing a basic understanding of magic, sensed an overwhelming surge of magical energy emanating from Nelson's hunched form.

The magical elements in the surrounding space hastily converged towards him, while the earth beneath began to transform, the once level ground boiling like water in a cauldron.

Nelson's skeletal fingers pointed towards the rapidly approaching vampire.

Suddenly, the land surged upwards like a tsunami, rising toward the heavens.

As Giovani charged forth, he was takenback by the earth rising around him like a monstrous wave.

His expression shifted instantly, opening his bat wings once more.

He attempted to slow down and flee, but it was already too late.

The soil had ins snared his ankles, swiftly spreading across his body like a spider wrapping its prey in a cocoon.

This was Nelson's skill, buried deep.

Boom! A dull thud resonated as clumps of earth fell before Fong How and Nelson.

The soil at the top ride aside, revealing a pale visage.

Giovani's countenance darkened in disbelief upon seeing the two figures.

He had never anticipated that such a formidable undead hero resided within this realm of the dead.

His blood red eyes swept across the surroundings, scrutinizing both the humans and the necromancer.

When had humanity intertwined with the undead? How could such a powerful being capable of annihilating him in an instant exist in this modest city? Everything seemed utterly illogical, filling him with regret for having ventured here alone.

However, it was too late to lament.

He could only devise a means to intimidate his adversaries.

I care not whether you are undead or human.

I am Giovanni Hamilton, a true noble of the Hamilton lineage.

If you wish to see another day, release me at once.

Giovani exclaimed, struggling in vain.

Funha momentarily paused, casting a perplexed glance at Nelson.

The mention of a family name suggested a significant background.

However, he was but a newly appointed lord, oblivious to the significance of such families, let alone a king.

Spare me your monologues.

I care not for your lineage or its purity.

What gives you the audacity to trespass upon my territory? Fonghow retorted vehemently, "What purity or impurity? In my hometown, the purity of a breed is only assessed during mating.

Such remarks hold little significance in his presence.

" Giovani let out a cold snort and cast a glance at Fong Hao, saying, "You, boy, should be mindful of your status.

You're not in a position to question me.

" He was acutely aware that the true power within the territory lay with the necromancer beside him rather than the feeble human before him whom he perceived merely as a vassel or servant of the undead.

Fongo furrowed his brow and instructed Nelson make him comply.

Certainly, my lord, Nelson replied, and once more a surge of magical energy emanated from him.

In the next moment, the earth encasing Giovani began to constrict gradually, accompanied by the ominous sound of cracking bones as they were forcefully crushed.

Ah, are you mad? You undead.

Why heed the words of a human? Giovani screamed in agony, shooting an enraged glance at the necromancer nearby.

Compared to the undead and humans, vampires were more closely aligned with the undead.

He cannot fathom why such a powerful necromancer would bow to a weak human.

I shall ask you one last time.

Why did you invade my territory? Fungho s eyes narrowed, his voice laden with menace.

Giovani felt a chill creep down his spine.

A flicker of fear igniting within him.

He realized that if he continued to resist, his adversary would ensure he would never speak again, even if he had already revealed his lineage.

Enough with the pretense.

Did you steal from my castle? What kind of depravity drives you to pilfer and defile my home? Giovani's anger escalated, and he instinctively prepared to roar.

Chapter 92.

Revival.

At this juncture, Giovani's eyes surged once more.

Vampires possess a long lifespan, and Giovani, bearing the lineage of the Hamiltons, found himself embroiled in numerous troubles due to his reckless nature.

His insatiable greed and blood lust had tarnished his reputation among various factions.

Whatever caught Nalsai, be it an object or a life, Giovani would go to great lengths to acquire it.

Thus, the blood hunt was born.

The life of a vampire is one of excess.

The Shadow Wind Castle serves as Giovani's abode, a collection of treasures amassed over countless years, both in architecture and the myriad possessions within.

The location of Shadow Wind Castle was meticulously chosen, making it challenging for those seeking him to discover it, thereby preserving his way of life.

Yet, who could have anticipated that upon his brief departure? He would return to find not only the treasures within the castle stripped away, but the castle itself laid bare.

Such an affront was intolerable.

Upon discovering Fong How's territory replete with a horde of lowly undead, Giovani, fueled by rage, launched an assault.

He yearned to obliterate all within this realm, be they human or undead.

However, he was ultimately unprepared for the existence of a formidable undead hero lurking within the land who swiftly vanquished him.

As Fonghao regarded the furious Giovani, his expression remained impassive, though a tinge of embarrassment flickered within.

He had presumed Shadow Wind Castle to be merely a dilapitated instance of a dungeon, with a dust within indicating its long abandonment.

Fong Howit thought that since it had lain uninhabited for so long, it would be years before its owner returned.

Thus, he believed he could develop his own territory without fear of confrontation.

But now, mere days later, the owner had come knocking, and he had stripped the castle of everything, leaving no trace behind, Fong Ho fell silent as Giovani, emboldened, proclaimed loudly, "Release me at once and compensate for all my losses, or prepare to face the wrath of the Hamilton family.

" Giovani brimmed with confidence in his lineage.

This small town before him could be easily obliterated by the Hamiltons.

Once liberated, he vowed to seize the opportunity to capture this human and make him his blood slave, tormenting him daily by drawing his blood bit by bit.

Upon hearing Giovani's threats, Fonha could only smile Riley and shake his head.

Not only had he nearly sold off the spoils he had paged from the castle, but he was also utterly incapable of repaying Giovani's losses.

Even if he were able, he would not acquies to such demands.

The principles governing this world did not adhere to reason.

The only rule was one of supremacy through force, where all reasoning was predicated on possessing the might to intimidate one's adversary.

Given Giovani's character, had he discovered the state of his territory first, he would not only have plundered it, but would have ensured Fong Ho's demise.