Ron walked into the desolate and vast plain. The gray clouds hung heavily above them. In the field of vision, there were nothing but rocks and sand, without any sign of life.

They had been walking for more than thirty minutes. They hadn't encountered any creatures or dangers on the way, and even the knight who had been following them hadn't shown up again.

Helen said that this land was occasionally haunted by hyenas and wild wolves, but Ron's common sense told him that under such an environment without sunlight, ordinary beasts could hardly survive normally.

Actually, Ron had always had a question in his mind, which he hadn't asked when he was in the camp:"How do you think about these knights?"Helen was slightly startled:"How to think about..."Although I really don't want to die, I can also understand the behavior of knights collecting the blood tax. After all, noble lords also need blood. Otherwise, who would defend our town from other lords?"I've also seen other civilians who escaped from the plundered villages. When they arrived, the crimes they committed were far more terrifying than the death of dozens of people."They would ignore the screams that meant nothing to them, tear our bodies into pieces, enjoy our blood wantonly, and impose those terrifying punishments on civilians."He asked:"Do all nobles plunder the towns in other territories?"Helen thought for a moment:"Mainly, it's the believers of the Blood God and us who invade each other. But occasionally, nobles will also step into the neighboring territories of the same camp. Usually, it's when they have something to celebrate."Ron asked in confusion:"Then besides other nobles and knights, have you encountered any disasters that you couldn't resist?"Helen didn't understand Ron's meaning:"Occasionally, there will be wild beasts attacking the town, but we can deal with them by ourselves. I haven't heard much about other things..."Ron understood.

In the hearts of civilians, they were still grateful for the protection of knights and nobles. Meanwhile, they also feared and resisted the death brought by their own lords. These two feelings coexisted in them.

They sincerely accepted the rule of the Blood Clan because nobles and knights "protected" them in front of even worse "demons", and the true face of these so-called "demons" was just other vampires.

Helen's lord might be no different from the "demons" who invaded them in the territories of other compatriots. He also plundered the towns under the rule of other vampires and rewarded his knights with the screams and wails of the pitiful mortals.

They killed the mortals in the territories of their fellow clansmen, and yet all humans regarded their lords as heroes.

Ron could understand why Helen and others thought like this, but he didn't think he could view this matter in the same way as Helen.

Judging from the words on the panel, the "Emperor's Heart" was the most powerful weapon he could obtain now. And when looking through the conditions that needed to be met, he also figured out what the psionic liquid needed for the Isolation Ritual was.

Those two numbers referred to different characteristics, and Ron found a name among the known materials that met the requirements: the blood of vampires with awakened blood energy.

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While Ron was thinking, the blood servant finally approached them from behind.

It was far enough.

He directly walked out from behind Ron and Helen. The crisp sound of footsteps immediately made the two mortals turn around. The blood servant in a black robe was staring at them with his blood-red and indifferent eyes.

The knight's right hand slid across the silver sword at his waist:"You can stop now."Ron looked at the alien species in front of him and suppressed the impulse to fight that came from his body's instinct. Although he had no combat experience, with the body transformation, he had already mastered "simple" weapon usage skills.

The blood servant looked at the appearance of Ron and Helen in front of him. The former was suppressing his fear, while the latter's face was full of fear and nervousness, which made him feel a bit of pleasure.

All this was thanks to his being chosen as a knight seventy years ago. At that time, he was also a pitiful and lowly human in the blood tax team. But Lord Charles had given him new life and honor, and he would use everything he had to guard it.

"I'm hungry," the knight showed a bloodthirsty look. "One of you will be killed by me, but I'm going to give you a chance. You can try all the ways you can think of to please me."Here's a little hint. I think humans shouldn't hide their humble nature."Neither of them made any move.

Helen naturally showed a look of horror on her face and looked at Ron nervously.

Up to now, in fact, she still hadn't fully believed that Ron could defeat the knight. She had heard the story of the wizard, but she didn't tell Ron that when the wizard came, he also brought several apprentices, and they all died under the siege of nobles and knights.

The knight thought they didn't understand the situation in front of them:"You, commoner, I want to watch you tear off your companion's clothes. Do it now."He was referring to Ron.

Whoosh!Ron swung his arm, and the metal ring melted immediately. It intertwined and extended along his right hand, turning into a sharp silver-white long sword, which slowly cooled and took shape with his movement.

He knew clearly that this would be an extremely important battle, and he could almost be sure that it would be a tough one. The opponent he faced was a monster experienced in killing, while he himself had never really used a sword before.

A cold light flashed.

The Empire Special Type Ⅰ long sword slashed across the right shoulder of the blood servant, tearing his robe and armor at the same time. The knight's right hand had been successfully cut off by him.

The surprise attack had achieved results, which was within his expectation, but Ron didn't relax because of it. The opponent was a monster with a powerful self-healing ability. Such an injury could only temporarily suppress the enemy's attack.

Ron controlled the blade of his sword to draw an arc in front of him and slashed at the knight's vital parts.

The knight had already reached for his silver sword when Ron just moved. Fortunately, his hands were always kept at the position of his waist. This caution had saved his life many times.

At this time, his anger was far greater than other emotions. The knight didn't expect that Ron would dare to resist him, and he also planned to teach this mortal in front of him a lesson.

The injury of losing an arm was nothing to him. He didn't try to block Ron but directly stabbed his silver sword at the other's chest.

When the tip of Ron's sword slashed across his own throat, his silver sword would simultaneously pierce through the other's heart.

The monster adopted his usual fighting method - exchanging injuries.

Facing such a fighting idea, Ron's rationality judged the situation. He needed to withdraw the blade and avoid the knight's dangerous attack.

But he didn't.

The two blades crossed each other.

The blood servant's head flew high backward, and at this time, Ron was steadily holding the knight's silver sword. At this moment, Ron's heart was full of confusion.

Was it too slow?

He walked towards the head that was still glaring at him on the ground, and the knight also angrily scolded him:"Put my head back quickly. Do you want to anger Lord Charles? You're just a mere mortal..."Ron silently raised his long sword and looked calmly at the still-shouting head.

The knight showed a look of disbelief and horror:"How dare you kill me? I'm a noble..."Whoosh.The long sword neatly pierced into the knight's skull.

Ron turned around in confusion and looked at Helen, who was already stunned:"What's wrong with him? Is he sick?"Helen's mouth was still open, and her face showed real fear:"Wizard Lord, what do you mean by this sentence?"Ron looked down at the headless body of the knight on the ground. It seemed that he had misjudged the gap between himself and his opponent, but in the face of this strange new world, it couldn't be regarded as a mistake. It was just a lucky misunderstanding.

The lone blood servant was dead. Now there were only two left.