Section 51: True Appearance

"Guards!" Rook shouted with all his strength. There were only two guards on duty outside, but there were dozens of heavily armed knights in the castle at the moment. A flash of excitement appeared on his pale face, and Ashrufat sent it to the door himself, which was equivalent to looking for his own death!

The clash of metal armor rang out. Hordes of knights rushed in, forming a semi-encirclement behind Ashrufat. But Ashrufat didn't seem to see anything.

"Ryan, remember what I said, I will never forgive you for your betrayal! When we meet again, you will find that I am more dangerous than a ten-haired dragon. But it seems that your god has not blessed you and made you meet me again. And you didn't build a castle that even a ten-headed mad dragon couldn't break. ”

Ryan turned pale and threw down the glass in his hand, even though it was still full of undrunk wine. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. In St. Jean, all the nobles were knights, and there were no ladies at this reception, so every nobleman carried a weapon with him, as was customary. Even Rook had a foil to decorate the façade.

"As for the others, including the ones behind me. The choice is yours. I count from one to ten, and all those who feel like they have nothing to do with it can leave. One...... Two...... Three......" Eshurufat counted as he stared at Ryan and Rook, who were standing side by side. Despite the absolute dominance, the uneasiness in Luke's heart overwhelmingly welled up. When Ashrufat's gaze rested on him, he felt the fear of death for a moment.

A stream of water rushed out, making his pants wet and hot.

“...... Nine...... Ten ......" Ashruphat counted, but none of the people present left. Instead, more guards appeared outside the gates.

"Very well, I have given you the opportunity to choose. It looks like none of you think you're unrelated to this. In this way, no one can say that they are innocent when they are dying. Ashruphat raised his sword, the energy of magic wrapping around it, causing it to let out a terrible roar. No one doubted the origin of the sword, and all believed that it was captured by him on the battlefield.

"Kill him!" Rook finally came to his senses and let out a cry of rage. After all, there is only one person in Ashrufat!

Irina was awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

She rested early today, but she never fell asleep. The words spoken by the black-robed old man during the day weighed heavily on her heart like a stone. What did I do wrong? yes, I shouldn't have let Ryan "temporarily replace" the general, otherwise there wouldn't be so much trouble. But wasn't it recommended by the vast majority of the people in the court council at that time? I was just following the crowd! Why should I be put in charge? And it was only a transitional position......

A knock on the door pulled her back to reality from her half-asleep state. She stroked her bedlight with her hand, and the bright glow immediately illuminated the room. This was one of the gifts that Ryan gave him, a magic lamp made by the Church of the True God. It used to be the personal belongings of a certain Paro nobleman, but eventually became Lane's trophy and was given to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked aloud.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, something is wrong. "It's none other than Rowling who is talking outside. She followed Irina to the mountains. "Count Ashrufat, he ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's in conflict with Duke Lane...... The people who saw it said that both sides had moved their swords!" Little Rowling's voice was nervous and excited.

"What?!"

Irina hurriedly got dressed as fast as she could. Without thinking, she rushed out into the courtyard and gathered her followers there. A few minutes later, she led a group of guards and headed straight for the castle where Ryan was temporarily staying.

The situation was so terrible that she could smell the strong smell of blood as soon as she entered the castle gates. At the entrance to the main building, there were several corpses lying in a mess, none of which were intact.

And the situation inside the main building is even worse. Traces of magic burning, stumps and corpses were everywhere, human bodies were chopped, pierced, cut, minced flesh, blood and internal organs smeared all over the ground, such a horrible and terrible scene, if it weren't for her guards watching from the sidelines, she would definitely be unable to help but vomit.

"Your Highness, there's still movement up there!" a guard reminded. Fighting back the urge to vomit, Irina heard the sound of metal crashing and screaming from above. The battle wasn't over yet, the rest of the people were on top of the tower, and she wasn't too late.

She walked up the spiral steps of the tower. Killed corpses can be seen every few steps. It is clear that one side is fighting and retreating, and the other side is in hot pursuit. How many people did Ashrufat bring in, and how openly he attacked another nobleman right under her nose? It was unforgivable......

The end of the spiral staircase is right in front of you. Irina was determined, she had to show the spirit of a queen! She stepped in, the guards behind her all unsheathed, ready for battle.

In the room on the top floor of the tower, Ashruphat was standing there, sword in one hand and Ryan's neckline in the other, lifting his entire body into the air. Ryan was still struggling weakly, but the neckline was tightly choking him, suffocating him, making his struggle weaker and weaker. Farther away, Rook lay in the corner with a look of despair, moaning in pain. At this moment, he no longer has his usual demeanor, and even the small glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose are gone. Rook's hand clutched his stomach - there was a huge wound there, and all the internal organs were leaking out. This is a fatal injury!

Rooke's vaunted wisdom failed to save him. It is only in the face of pure violence that he reveals his true fragile and useless nature.

"Stop! Ashrufat!" ordered Irina with all her courage. "Let go of Lane, I command you in the name of the monarch to let him go at once!"

Ashruphat turned his head slowly, his blood-red eyes looking at Irina. Suddenly realizing that her courage was far less than she had anticipated, Irina took a step back, her back touching the guard's cold iron armor. I don't know what the road is, but the moment they saw Ashrufat, all the people instinctively realized one thing - Ashrufat came alone, and he slaughtered all the people here alone.

"I know you suspect Ryan, but you won't tolerate it! he deserves to be judged, not lynched like you!" Irina said, battling the fear in her heart.

"This is the judgment. I am the accuser, the judge, the witness, and the executioner!" Ashrufat's voice spoke clearly in his heart, and no dagger was sharper than hatred. "The crime is treachery and murder because of selfish desires, and the sentence is death!"

Ashrufat's gaze rested on Ryan's neck. As a result of the suffocation, Ryan's struggle has become more and more weak. His throat tightened, and his cyan veins bulged high. This color suddenly made Ashrufat's heart move.

His mouth was close to Ryan's neck, his sharp teeth tearing furiously at the fragile layers of skin and cartilage. Blood, warm, sweet, and intoxicating, poured into his mouth along with the life force.

As he dropped the corpse in his hand and turned his head, red liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth with protruding fangs. And the armor on his body didn't know when it had been transformed, it was a strange and evil armor, as red as blood, and the dark and unclean aura was wrapped around the armor.

"Vampire!" Rook cried out like the end of the world, perhaps for him, the end had really come. The screams rushed into everyone's ears like dust in the wind.

Ashrufat's blood-red eyes stared at Irina, who was trembling.

"I'm not your knight anymore! you're not worthy to be my sovereign!" he said, word for word. Then he walked up the spiral staircase with his sword in his hand, and passed by Irina. Shocked by the horrific sight, Irina's guards moved out of the way in high alert, watching his back disappear into the spiral staircase.

......

Ashrufat stopped.

He was standing on a hillside outside the town. It was late at night, and a town like Berleon was already silent, everyone was asleep, and the streets were empty.

He also remembered how Thomas organized his troops here. At that time, the old and weak, women and children were evacuated, and the town was turned into a large-scale military camp. More than a year has passed, and the original barracks have long been gone, replaced by simple huts. And Thomas lay in the dirt forever.

"I'm sorry, General Thomas, but I concealed my true identity. Ashruphat whispered into the night sky, apologizing to Thomas. If Thomas had a spirit in heaven, he would have been able to hear his apology.

"Carrie, am I a vampire now?" he asked in his mind. He still remembered the smell of blood just now, the blood that had been stinking and disgusting, but for some reason it had become so sweet.

"Yes, master, you have done a great job of transformation. It's faster than I originally estimated, and it's worthy of my master. Carrie said in a happy tone.

"I can feel that the horse is still there. Carrie continued. "Summon it, so we can ride away. ”

It's still there. Ashrufat thought with some sigh that he had come here with one man and one horse in the first place, and now he was going to leave one person and one horse at a time.

Everything was like a dream, only the people who passed away in the dream were so real, so sad.

"Master, the magic energy reacts!" Carrie warned suddenly. Ashrufat turned sharply, only to see a familiar figure approaching him at some point. The uninvited guest wore a pale blue sleeveless light gauze gown with only a white sash tied around her waist, and her bare face and arms looked as white as snow in the moonlight.

Ashruphat recognized it as the prophetess Pir.