As she screamed, he tooured her clothing.
With a resounding slap, Bennett struck her across the face, bellowing, "You filthy wench! If you dare to utter another word, I shall end your life.
" The woman ceized her struggles, wiping the blood from her lips as she replied, "Not here.
Take me aside.
Haha, splendid, Bennett exclaimed with a triumphant laugh, leading the woman into the nearby underbrush.
Chapter 262.
The plan of Pru City.
The villagers nearby wished to intervene, but upon witnessing the blood sucker reveal its fangs.
They helplessly crouched back down.
In that moment, everyone felt like lambs, unsure if they would be the next to perish.
The woman was forcefully dragged towards the adjacent woods.
She did not resist.
Instead, she stumbled, following Bennett's lead.
After walking all the way from Pru City, her legs had grown numb, and pain radiated from her feet.
Yet, she dared not halt.
For those who faltered or slowed their pace had met a gruesome fate along the road in broad daylight, they had their throats torn open by the fangs, their lifeless bodies tossed onto carts as the procession moved ever onward.
She was oblivious to where they were headed and could not fathom why they continued to carry the corpses after committing murder.
She had overheard the conversation between the father and son.
Understanding that Bennett's wrath had been redirected towards her.
Stumbling along, she was drawn deeper into the shadows of the forest.
She understood the peril that awaited her and recognized that this was her sole opportunity for escape.
Should she fail to seize it, she would never have another chance.
After covering a distance of five or six meters from the camp, Bennett came to a halt, forcefully tossing her ahead.
"What will you do next?" "Killing you would not provoke any objection from these men," he sneered.
It was akin to a hunter toying with its prey, compelling it to flatter before the inevitable demise.
The woman s gaze shifted rapidly as she let her hair down, deliberately shedding her upper garments to reveal her voluuptuous form.
Bennett stood by, his smile broadening.
The sensation of power was intoxicating.
He felt more exhilarated now than during his time in Pearl City.
He pushed her to the ground, pinning her beneath him, laughing.
Let me see what you taste like.
The woman remained silent, her arms wrapping around Bennett's neck of their own accord.
The thrill stirred Bennett, causing his breath to quicken.
The wild rose of the commoners was a fantasy for many a drunken patron.
And now she had become a play thing to appease him.
As Bennett caressed her smooth thighs and lifted her long skirt, intending to take their encounter further, a sudden sharp pain pierced the back of his neck.
Warm blood began to trickle down his neck, dripping onto the woman's chest beneath him.
Bennett furrowed his brow and reached back to investigate.
His fingers met the steel nail that had pierced through his flesh.
realization dawned upon him and fear flickered in his eyes.
He was not a vampire.
This injury could claim his life, summoning all his strength.
Bennett pushed the woman away and turned to flee towards his father.
He still had a chance.
If he could reach his father, the vampires would surely possess a means to heal him.
Just as he pivoted to escape, the woman, unwilling to relinquish this opportunity, lunged at him like a frenzied mother leopard, bringing him down with her left hand, firmly gripping his jaw.
She used her other hand to extract the steel nail from the back of his neck, repeatedly plunging it into his throat.
The sound of blood gushing was unmistakable, and Bennett's struggles grew increasingly feeble until he lay utterly still.
The woman collapsed to the ground, devoid of strength.
Despite the considerable distance, the scent of blood caught the attention of the approaching vampires who began to call out Bennett's name as they advanced.
Exhausted, the woman smiled as she watched the blood suckers drawn nearer.
It seemed worth it to die alongside Bennett.
She closed her eyes, awaiting the arrival of death, hoping it would not be too agonizing.
Just as death approached, revealing its fangs, a sudden whoosh echoed from above.
A red flare trailing a slender tail of fire exploded above their encampment, illuminating the entire area with an orange glow.
This was a signal flare, a simple yet effective tool passed down from the dwarves.
As everyone gazed up in bewilderment, a sound akin to rushing wind followed and enormous wings blotted out the sky.
Skeletal warriors leaped from the winged creatures, engaging in fierce combat with the bloodthirsty vampires.
The sound of thunderous hoves soon followed as a human knight burst into view, swiftly beheading a vampire that had revealed its fangs.
More knights, each wielding colossal swords, soon followed, though she did not recognize them.
Their armor and massive blades reminded her of the warriors left behind at the hot pot restaurant.
Had Fungha arrived? Within 10 minutes, the battle was concluded.
The skeletal soldiers quickly retreated, making way for the heavy infantry who entered the battlefield to reassure the frightened villagers.
They urged everyone to remain calm, declaring themselves as humans come to rescue them and instructed the villagers to count themselves so they could soon return home.
The heavy infantry shouted in unison, ensuring all present could hear them.
As the crowd quieted and the panic subsided, the soldiers began to take a headcount and make final adjustments.
Young man, are you with Miss Anja? An elder seemed to recognize one of the heavy infantry soldiers.
The soldier turned to the old man with curiosity, asking, "Do you know me?" "Sir, last time there were monsters at our village.
" "Well, you were among them.
" "I remember," the elder replied.
"Oh, it's you, sir.
No need to worry.
Our lord is aware of this incident, and you can return to your peaceful lives," the soldier reassured him.
"Thank you so much," the elder exclaimed.
Not at all, the soldier replied as the elder returned to the crowd where others quickly gathered to inquire about the situation.
It's all right.
I know these people.
They were the ones who vanquished the monsters in our village.
Nothing will happen.
The elder addressed the crowd with someone recognizing the soldiers.
The villagers felt a wave of relief wash over them.
No one inquired about the matters of the departed.
Instead, they gathered to recuperate their strength.
After a while, the infantry called out once more, "All right, everyone, let us return.
The scent of blood here may easily attract other vampires.
" At the mention of vampires, a wave of tension swept through the group, supporting one another, they rose and began to follow the main procession back the way they had come.
At that moment, the proprie emerged from the woods, draped in garments torn from Bennett, her form stained with blood as she joined the throng on their return journey.
Meanwhile, in the city of Pearl, within the Lord's manor, Lord Sirill sat regally in his seat, flanked by a sharply dressed middle-aged man below them.
The sides were filled with the city's nobility and affluent merchants.
The situation is precisely as I have described.
Mr.
Fielding is the one responsible for this endeavor.
Should you agree to this plan, you shall have the opportunity to become part of the bloodline, thus securing eternal life, Sirill spoke softly.
He opted to collaborate with the vampires.
Yet, Prule could not overtly betray humanity, as such an act would incite war, ultimately yielding no benefit to himself.
Therefore, he required supporters to aid in executing the scheme, ensuring that those who needed to maintain appearances would retain their human identities.
When they aged and retired from the limelight, they could then be transformed into vampires, liberating themselves from death and disease.
This proposition was undeniably alluring.
Those present, having indulged in lies of affluence, found the brevity of life to be a troubling concern.
At this juncture, Sirill could serve as the intermediary, allowing them to become vampires in their twilight years.