Damon had already taken care of about ten elites from the first part of the wave, and so of the other vampire NPCs had taken down five of the elites, leaving behind a little over ten elites on the battleground.
However, now that ten had suddenly beco fifty, and the newly arrived back also used divine steeds, a type of mutant elephant which could itself be considered a war machine.
The ground trembled beneath Damon’s feet, with the sheer weight of monstrous footfalls. He turned just in ti to see them, a wave of divine steeds thundering into the battlefield, each one towering and plated in blessed silver armor that shimred with holy enchantnts.
Their riders, fifty strong, bore elite-class emblems and shone with radiant auras that scread of high blessings and faction favor. These were no ordinary reinforcents. These were riding war machines designed to crush strongholds.
Damon’s lips pressed into a hard line. Fifty elites. Ten remaining from before. That was sixty. Sixty enemies now, and the vampire side had barely weathered the first wave.
The NPCs were exhausted, their formations frayed, and everyone was low on mana. Worse, the newly arrived steeds weren’t just all muscles.
Divine steeds also had aura-based suppression fields, especially against dark-aligned races. Just standing near one would reduce a vampire’s magic output by up to 20%, and that was without factoring in the riders’ class abilities.
"They’re not just reinforcents," Damon muttered under his breath. "They’re here to end it." If he could not sohow weather this wave, then they might as well give up on this purge war.
He clenched his fist, blood magic flickering across his knuckles. Could he take all of these elites down in just a couple of minutes before the buffs ran out?
It was impossible! He would only be fighting a losing battle!
And then suddenly, Damon got an idea as he eyed the elephant closest to him with bloodlust. He almost did not think about it, but seeing the giant bodies of blood, how could this idea slip him by.
Other than all of their aweso combat abilities, the huge beasts were also a ridiculous source of blood supply! Even a single one of them could feed dozens of vampires and completely rejuvenate them!
If it were these beasts, then he could definitely think about finishing off the second part of the upgrade blood hall quest!
Damon had already filled his blood archives quite a bit when he faced Bertram and his army, and then again when this purification raid started. Right now, he was at an all-ti high in blood supplies. With these fifty divine steeds in play, he just might have enough blood essence to cover it all.
Damon quickly shifted his strategy and once again started targeting the weaklings left and right by activating multiple fla explosions. He was absorbing blood essence from all directions like a maniac.
At the sa ti, he rushed to the nearest divine steed and shot a crimson lance aiming right for its ass, rumored to be the weakpoint of the big beast.
The divine steed let out a trumpeting bellow that shook the broken ruins, its hind legs buckling as Damon’s crimson lance struck true, embedding deep into the thick muscle.
A gush of radiant blood burst out, oddly golden-red, as the beast stumbled, crashing into a nearby wall and taking its rider down with it. Both were stunned, but Damon didn’t even spare the rider a glance. His eyes were locked onto the blood.
So much blood.
He moved like a reaper unleashed, eyes glowing with the manic thrill of opportunity.
Blood Drain! Blood Siphon! Blood Extract!
He siphoned not just from the wounded beast but also from the splatters on the ground, the shattered corpses, the severed limbs of fallen enemies, all of it feeding into his Blood Archives at an insane pace. His internal system pulsed, the archive bars surging with red.
The entire sight beca far too surreal to watch. Tendrils of crimson from everywhere shot at an insane speed as they bore into Damon’s body, the biggest being the tendril of crimson from the elephant’s ass.
The normal players in the vicinity shivered at the sight. Many took videos of the horrific scene of the villainous Blood God not even letting an elephant off.
And Damon did not stop with the one elephant. Even as he was absorbing the blood essence, he conjured another ten spears aid at ten more divine steeds.
The battlefield convulsed with chaos.
Ten more spears shrieked through the air like falling stars, each one glowing hotter than molten steel. They slamd into divine steeds, aiming right for their rears and particularly a huge hole at that.
The divine steeds growled in anguish and agony, their entire bodies trembling from unimaginable pain. Fountains of blood jutted out of ten huge assholes, all of the blood energy flowing towards Damon.
The screams of the divine steeds echoed like war drums across the ruined landscape, reverberating through shattered stone and scorched air. The ground quaked as one after another, the massive beasts toppled, crashing into each other like fallen siege towers.
Their riders were flung off like ragdolls, crashing into debris, so crushed under their own mounts’ armored weight. Golden-red blood sprayed into the sky like geysers. Every single one of them was caught off guard, as no one had expected a heinous attack like this.
Damon did not stop. He greedily sucked in the blood essence, his body taking it all like a black hole vortex. There was barely a minute before the huge buff ran out, and he intended to use every second of it.
After the first ten elephants fell, the divine knights and holy crusaders beca more alert and quickly erected several barriers around themselves and their divine steeds, but it was of no use.
Normally, such defenses would have been impenetrable, absolute walls that repelled unholy forces and turned entire tides of battle. However, under the effects of the buff and Damon’s relentless attacks, one after another, the divine steeds continued falling.
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