Chapter 015: Blood Riders

Royal Empire, the palace.

Vlad III, who was fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. Not long ago, he sensed that the five progeny he had personally created had vanished.

The bloodline was severed, indicating that the other party had died completely.

He slowly rose, pushed open the huge French window in his nightgown, walked out onto the balcony, looked up directly at the moon hanging in the sky, and under the moonlight, his azure pupils slowly released a dazzling red light.

A terrifying, cold aura emanated from him.

Vampires could not create progeny indefinitely; each progeny consumed his vital blood. Although he was the king of this country and possessed many treasures to help him make up for the loss.

Even so, the death of any progeny was a blow to him.

Now, six of his progeny had died.

But the enemy still lived.

Vlad III was pondering whether to take personal action and tear the murderer of his progeny into pieces.

However, after hesitating for a long time, Vlad III ultimately abandoned this idea. He was the king of this country, and every move he made affected the hearts of the entire nation.

So he could not act rashly, but this did not mean he would give up revenge.

Under the moonlight, Vlad III's fingernails grew long and cut open his wrist. Drops of blood fell, writhing like living creatures, eventually gathering together and with a bang turning into a blood-colored bat.

Vlad III looked at the blood-colored bat and issued an order, "Let ten..."

The next second, Vlad III's mind wavered, and dense streams of data flowed through his eyes again. He suddenly changed his order, "Let the Blood Riders act and completely erase this group."

The blood-colored bat nodded, turned, and flew away.

Vlad III watched the blood-colored bat disappear into the palace, slowly returned to the room, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

...

On the other hand, after killing five vampires, Wang Bo had leveled up again.

His strength had increased a little more.

But Wang Bo did not relax, because in twenty-four hours, the third wave of pursuit would arrive as scheduled, and the third wave would certainly be very difficult.

According to the mission settings, the first wave of pursuit had one vampire, the second wave was three times the first, and the third wave was three times the second. That meant the final number of vampires pursuing Wang Bo's group was nine.

That was how it should have been.

But for some reason, when the mission came to Wang Bo, the difficulty increased.

The first wave was one, but the second wave became five, a full five times increase. If calculated this way, then the third wave pursuing Wang Bo would likely be twenty-five vampires.

That was a headache, really.

Five vampires and twenty-five vampires were completely different.

With Wang Bo's current strength and equipment, even adding Malthus and Caroline, defeating twenty-five vampires was not an easy task.

So Wang Bo had to upgrade his equipment; only then could he calmly deal with twenty-five vampires.

Thus, Wang Bo took Malthus and Caroline back to the capital of the Royal Empire, found the bishop of the church, spent a large amount of gold coins, and bought a bunch of good items specifically for dealing with vampires from the bishop.

Only when the three of them could no longer fit anything in their inventory did Wang Bo nod with satisfaction.

Today, even if he had to spend money until he died, he would get through the mission.

Such was the composure of a big spender.

In addition, Wang Bo returned to the Adventurer's Guild, spent another sum of money, and recruited seven experienced adventurers. This was a highly open-ended game; as long as you had money, you could basically do whatever you wanted.

Recruiting adventurers was not some outrageous move but a basic operation.

At the Adventurer's Guild, Wang Bo signed a contract with the seven adventurers in the presence of guild staff, and the seven adventurers would temporarily follow Wang Bo's orders.

Afterward, Wang Bo would pay the adventurers a large commission.

During the mission, the adventurers had to obey Wang Bo's commands without question and could not defy his orders.

Of course, Wang Bo would not joke with the adventurers' lives; the adventurers also had the right to refuse any unreasonable orders from Wang Bo, such as sending them to their deaths.

The adventurers could refuse outright.

After signing the contract, Wang Bo paid a portion of the deposit and then hurriedly left the capital with the adventurers, returning to the ancient castle.

This place was perfect for an ambush.

After some discussion, the group devised a good plan, and then Wang Bo distributed holy water like a beverage to every adventurer.

The adventurers were decent in strength, but without weapons specifically for vampires, it was hard to deal effective damage, so holy water was important.

This time, Wang Bo bought over a hundred bottles of holy water, almost clearing the church's stock.

With this holy water, the adventurers could inflict considerable damage on vampires.

Twenty-five vampires were nothing; even if doubled, Wang Bo could eliminate them.

Now, he stood there, waiting for the enemy to come and deliver themselves.

After twenty-four hours passed, Wang Bo heard a rumbling sound. Standing on the high ground of the castle, he saw clearly a cavalry unit clad in blood-red armor, arriving at the castle in an instant amid the rolling hoofbeats.

Seeing this unit, the seven adventurers couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Are you kidding me? These aren't vampires at all."

"Blood Riders, it's the Blood Riders."

"I want to leave here. I was supposed to fight vampires, not Blood Riders. You deceived us."

Seeing the blood-colored cavalry, they completely broke down, unable to muster any fighting spirit. They turned and ran, climbing over the castle's back gate in an attempt to escape.

But the next second, arrows shot from the darkness pierced the bodies of several adventurers.

"Don't kill me, I surrender."

The adventurer lucky enough to survive the first volley quickly dropped his weapon, knelt with his hands on his head, but the next second, a thick black javelin pierced his chest.

The adventurer looked incredulously at the javelin in his chest, coughed up a large amount of blood, and stared wide-eyed at the Blood Riders appearing behind the castle, as if asking why.

But the next second, before the adventurer could speak, he lost all strength, closed his eyes, his consciousness cut off, and became a corpse.

Seeing this, Wang Bo couldn't help but sigh. He had never expected that the mission's difficulty would change again.

The enemy had actually dispatched Blood Riders.

They were determined to kill him.