Boom!
"Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"For the Sovereign!"
"Fight for blood and glory!"
Following a thunderous explosion, the main gates of the Toriland family estate were blown wide open. Krith and his twenty-odd Blood Warriors surged inside, screaming their fanatical slogans.
The sudden assault caught the estate's guards completely off guard, leading to immediate and heavy casualties among their ranks.
However, the slaughter didn't remain one-sided for long. The number of Blood Warriors was relatively small, and after the initial panic, several powerful personal guards managed to organize a degree of resistance.
Sensing the shift, the most skilled Blood Warriors gripped their weapons tight, turning into streaks of crimson as they lunged toward the elite guards.
Krith stood in the center of the grand hall, silently observing the chaos. He drew an Accursed Blood vial from his waist, uncorked it, and poured the contents onto the floor. As the Accursed Blood pooled, it acted as a magnet, drawing the blood from the fallen soldiers toward the center of the room.
Other Blood Warriors, emerging from their combat frenzies, followed suit, uncorking their own vials and pouring them into the growing pool.
Clang!
"What is your aim, you monsters?!" an elite guard snarled, his eyes burning with fury as he stared down a Blood Warrior.
The warrior grinned, putting his full strength into his battle-axe to shove the guard's longsword aside. The axe blade, trailing a crimson mist, sliced through the air toward the guard's chest. The guard raised his medium shield just in time, but the sheer force of the blow sent him skidding backward until he slammed into a wall.
Thud!
"You have decent strength," the Blood Warrior remarked. "You will make an excellent sacrifice for our King!"
With that, the warrior lunged forward again, dragging his heavy crimson axe behind him.
Similar scenes played out across the Toriland estate. The twenty-some skilled Blood Warriors only encountered true resistance when facing these elite personal guards; the rest of the common protectors and soldiers were swept aside.
True to Mohg's standards, these warriors were almost entirely front-line Blood Berserkers. Bathing in blood only increased their attack speed and strength, driving their rhythm into a state of absolute madness. They were not like the "Bloody Fingers" who prioritized assassination or the "Lord of Blood's Exultation" nobles of another world—they were warriors who craved direct combat and the spilling of blood.
"Commander Harold, a messenger from the Toriland family!"
Griff, Harold's adjutant, reached out to catch a messenger owl. He turned to Harold.
"Open it. Let's see what it says," Harold commanded, pulling his gaze away from Toriland Town, where signs of a riot were becoming visible even from a distance.
"It's a plea for help from Lord Camo. He requests immediate reinforcements; they are under attack by the Blood Faction!" Griff read the contents aloud, his face pale with shock.
Harold didn't immediately order the reinforcements. Instead, his frown deepened. Under normal circumstances, the town's internal guard should have been sufficient to handle such matters. Unless...
Unless Sigino had judged that the attackers included a powerhouse he couldn't stop.
Harold knew Sigino's strength well. While not on the level of a true Carian Knight, the man was highly capable.
"Griff, you stay here and assist Professor Morillan. I will take a squad to reinforce Camo."
"Sir!"
Having made his decision, Harold did not hesitate. He mounted his warhorse, signaled a detachment of troops, and galloped toward Toriland Town.
While leaving the camp at such a critical moment carried risks, he believed the Golems and Morillan were enough to hold the fort. He only hoped he could save Lord Camo in time. If the Lord of such a vital territory were to perish during this period when war could break out at any moment... the resulting internal strife would be fatal to the region's stability and his own mission.
As Harold's silhouette vanished toward the town, Mohg slowly stepped out from the forest shadows.
"It seems Krith's task is going smoothly. Now, it is our turn, Horuff."
"As you command, Sovereign."
Horuff stepped forward. A crest of the Mohgwyn Dynasty—a trident—manifested in his hand. Mohg had eventually settled on this design; his own artistic skills were lacking, so he decided to stick with the "classic" look.
In the next instant, a thick, crimson mist began to spread.
Blood Mist!
This was a new incantation of the Mohgwyn Dynasty. Enemies trapped within the mist would be influenced by the Accursed Blood, becoming increasingly frenzied and losing their sanity. If inhaled, it caused internal hemorrhaging; if it merely touched the skin, the Accursed Blood would begin to corrode the body.
Conversely, allies of the Dynasty would have their constitutions bolstered by the mist.
Its only drawback was its limited effectiveness against exceptionally powerful enemies who possessed mastery over their own bodies or strong magical protections. But in a large-scale skirmish like this, it was the perfect choice. Furthermore, it effectively obscured the enemy's vision, rendering the Golems unable to function properly without risking friendly fire.
Once Horuff finished releasing the mist, the remaining Blood Warriors stood at the perimeter, waiting for the signal.
The massive surge of energy naturally alerted the Carian camp. The soldiers immediately went on high alert.
"Watch out! Enemy raid!"
Hearing the commotion, Griff rushed out of the command tent. Professor Morillan followed closely behind, forced to abandon his research.
"What's happening?" Morillan asked.
"They must be with the group in the town, but it looks like their true target is us," Griff explained.
"The enemy is clever," Morillan observed. "If that mist reaches us, our Golems will be useless. Tell the men to use protective measures and stay clear of the red mist. Find a way to disperse it!"
Morillan immediately saw through the tactic and issued orders.
"I've already seen to it," Griff replied. "Now, let's prepare for battle. I want to see exactly where these bastards come from!"
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