205 109. The Dragon Slayer Part Two

Divinity swirled in front of the muzzle, and a piercing ray of light exploded out from the weapon. The holy bullet flew in between the bone dragon’s ribs and accurately struck Raiden’s head.

CRUNCH-!

Half of the Vampire Marquis’s head blew apart, and his maimed body limply dropped towards the bottom of the rib cage, having failed to destroy the bone dragon’s heart that lay right in front of him.

Raiden’s body tumbled down between the rib bones and crashed straight into the ground below.

“Y-you, how dare… interfere in… a sacred… duel…”

Raiden turned his half-remaining head to the side as fury took over him.

The boy, the Seventh Imperial Prince of the Theocratic Empire, walked leisurely over with a wide grin etched on his face. “A stinking little Vampire is busy mouthing off about a sacred duel and whatnot now?”

He squatted next to Raiden’s wrecked body and smirked derisively at the Vampire.

Raiden abruptly roared out, “You bastard! Could it be that you and the God of Death…?!”

The Imperial Prince stood back up. “Raiden, thanks for the re-enactment of how your legend came to be. However…”

The boy prince shot a cold glare at Raiden on the ground before a wry grin filled his expression in the very next moment.

“It’s all over now.”

The dragon’s front limb mercilessly stomped down on the Vampire Marquis.

**

Marquis Kirum vomited out a mouthful of blood.

‘Urgh, dammit. How many times have I died so far? Things are getting really dangerous here.’

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His consciousness was growing fainter, almost ready to black out. His favourite attire had turned into bits of torn rags at this point, and he couldn’t even repair it using demonic energy anymore.

This was literally the advent of calamity for the Vampires.

‘Now that things have gotten to this stage…’

In that case, he should try to ‘acquire’ the Crown Imperial Prince, at the very least.

Marquis Kirum turned his head back to the forest. White Olfolse could be seen walking up to the Vampire with his bloodshot eyes wide open in anger.

‘Killing him is impossible. In that case…’

The other option would be to win him over.

Kirum quickly disguised his true expression. He now resembled a mischievous clown while playfully cackling away. “Wow, you’re so scary. Dear Crown Imperial Prince, White Olfolse. Let me tell you, fighting is no good, you know? If we can help it, why don’t we hold a civilised conversation and…”

Marquis Kirum assumed the pose of extending his hand for a handshake. But it was at that exact moment a sword of light impaled that very extended hand.