Undying Warlord

After he was attacked by the Vampires for the third time, he could tell that it was not possible for him to leave without massacring everyone and destroying everything.

They had ignited his anger which merged with the blood lust he felt. His anger and excitement merged together, creating a weird sensation that flooded his entire body.

‘I can activate [Berserk Mana] right now…’ He noticed before disregarding the thought of activating the powerful ability.

Dilan didn’t want to lose his sense of reasoning in the excitement of fighting thousands of Vampires at once. It may be useful to be strong enough if his Mana’s potency was doubled but Dilan was also aware of the dangers it would bring forth.

His Stamina was not yet high enough to allow him to run around all day, even less if he were to activate [Thunder Step] and [Second Acceleration] while his mana’s potency became twice as strong as before.

Dilan was not angered enough to feel like slaughtering everyone by himself right away. Rather, he wanted to make use of the Werewolves around him to end up gaining as much as possible without entering a vulnerable state, where he could get backstabbed by the Werewolves.

He didn’t trust them yet, which was also why he entered the hordes of Vampires from the side, hundreds of meters away from the closest Werewolf.

The young Werewolf wanted to follow Dilan, but he was held back by one of his brothers, who shot out from the defensive line to pull himself back.

“Don’t be suicidal, Jet!” The Werewolf growled at his younger brother as he used all his might to prevent the idiot from killing himself.

It was too dangerous for the young Werewolf to copy Dilan and do whatever the human was trying to do. And it was as if Dilan wanted to make this clear as he created tremendous air pressure whenever he slashed Balzaki in a particular direction.

Bodies were cut in half without delay, and numerous ordinary Vampires died in an instant as their head was severed from their body.

Dilan wouldn’t waste the opportunity to gain stats from any kind of Vampire so he cut their head whenever it was possible.

Balzaki was a blade he could wield precisely, especially since the control of the weapon increased the more beings he killed. [Death toll] was extremely helpful and it allowed him to become an even better swordsman than he already was.

The heavy weight of the greatsword didn’t seem like it was worth noting in Dilan’s hand as his movements kept getting faster.

His motions were more fluidic, he made fewer useless steps and Dilan started to make use of the momentum he had gained with every single slash he issued.

In a short period, Dilan ended up surrounded by all kinds of Vampires. They were trying to inflict injuries upon him but Dilan’s skin was too tough to be pierced through.

Nobody was able to injure him with a Health stat above 200 Units. Even the Tier-2 Vampires he encountered were having difficulties in facing a totally unscathed and vigorous Dilan.

His skin was rock solid like tempered Iron, and the Vampires’ attacks felt like wooden spoons that were clumsily trying to pierce through the tough metal.

Dilan could hardly contain a devilish laugh when he realized that his skin was nearly indestructible by now.

Only Vampires with Ancient Vampire Powers and Tier-2 noble Vampires with a powerful occupation were likely to be able to injure him.

Other than that, he was currently in a state of invulnerability. However, even the thought of Tier-2 noble Vampires with Ancient Vampire Powers didn’t scare Dilan.

It was possible that he would encounter opponents like these in the future, but Dilan was not even the slightest bit worried. He smiled confidently as his attention darted in the direction of the main battlefield, where Werewolves were struggling against a large number of noble Vampires of various Clans that were fighting against the Werewolves’ pack leader and their betas.

It was obvious who was losing the fight just by looking at it but that didn’t affect Dilan in the slightest.

Rather, he felt more motivated to start fighting with all his might.

Dilan inserted mana in Balzaki which began to glow in bluish-white light. He had activated [Mana Slash] with 25 Units, which he released in the direction he looked at without hesitation.

The Mana Slash was released with Balzaki slashing in the direction of the main battlefield, and all the Vampires that were within Dilan’s range were cut in half at once. The mana slash was a crescent-shaped blade manifested out of mana like always that severed their bodies.

However, this time Dilan changed something about his attack.

He didn’t create only one Mana Slash or a second one as well. Instead, he used a total of 100 Units of Mana to create four Mana Slashes, which he blasted in the most crowded areas around him.

Guttural howls of pain followed by blood, internal organs, and body parts were flung through the sky after Dilan cut through close to a thousand Vampires with a lethal combination of four attacks.

A bright smile filled with excitement manifested on his face at the sight of all the blood and death before he continued to move on.

He was not yet done fighting.

In fact, Dilan’s fight had just begun.

“You guys were on your way to exterminate my group…then how about you reap what you sow?” Dilan asked out loud as he activated [Bearer of Pain] to recuperate more than 50 Units of his Mana.

This deprived him of his Life force which was equivalent to 100 Units of his Health. [Bracing Pain] was activated, thereby increasing his stats by close to 20%.

This increased his means of attack and defense. However, Taylor was still not satisfied. He activated [Thunder Step] to increase his speed drastically before he truly started his attack on the Vampires.

The four Mana Slashes were merely a warning for both Vampires and Werewolves. While the Vampires would get to know what it meant to attract Dilan’s wrath, the Werewolves would simultaneously realize that it would be the best for them to make friends with him and be in his good books.

It didn’t matter to Dilan whether they would try to be on good terms with him because of his strength because they were bound to be afraid of his rather crude way of delivering justice or simply because they would start idolizing him. The only thing that mattered was that he could make use of the Werewolves right here and right now.

Dilan’s interference changed the tides of the battlefield.

The sudden loss of more than a thousand Vampires could be sensed immediately, and it was even worse when a terrifying merciless monster such as Dilan appeared amongst them out of nowhere, slaughtering every single opponent in his way as if he was merely swatting flies.

He was a purple flash, killing more and more Vampires with every single second, the death toll rising with a steep incline.

And those who survived could only succumb to their fate as bodies that had been split in half and were trying to join back again. Until they had healed, their own brethren would have already walked all over them, ending their life in a way they would have never expected; their heads squashed by the heavy weight of their own people.

However, that was bound to happen because nobody wanted to be close to Dilan. He was too dangerous and it looked like there was no way to escape his blade or his wrath.

Facing him? That was only something the Vampires, who were forced by their masters, would helplessly do!

But on their own accord? Nobody dared to.

Thus, Dilan turned into the Purple Devil, the nightmare of all the Vampires in the Shikan plains.