Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 5

"Not really. It depends but that's the bare minimum you'd need to storm a Vampire Castle. Alana, remember, they're still mostly Human."

"What do you mean, M'Lord?"

"Elizabeth has said it herself back then. Vampires from my world are creative, but very shortsighted. That is due to them being mostly Human still, in the modern world. You need to think out of the box if you want to make a living. You already adapted and killed her but she also did the same."

"But you come back to life, M'Lord. Those Altars of sorts from your True God. I technically hadn't killed her, M'Lord."

"Errrrrrrr..." Putting his hands up his chin, the man starts to rub it. "Does that count?"

"It technically does, My Lord."

Rubbing his chin once again, the man just squinted his eyes thinking closely to himself as the ears of the three women perked up.

"I mean... if you really want to have that player pay... we can stealth it... though we will need to scout out the Castle first for a few days... hmmm. I'll think up a plan when we return to the carriage, I guess."

A large dog with tan plastic like armor and a collar jumped off the brush next to Alana. Being in a bad mood, her mere stare and snarl made the canine whimper instantly as she dodged its attack and the black dog made a run back to the forest.

As it makes a run back to cover, Bahamut in a larger form eats the large hairy dog whole, prompting Paul to jump in place and make a run to her mouth. Trying to fry it open with his bare hands. "BAHAMUT! NO! SPIT! SPIT!" The two other Vampires see this and try to help him open her mouth.

But the Dragon wasn't letting off. Her eyes just in a bored expression as she slowly lifts her mouth. "NO! NO! DON'T SWALLOW THE DOG WHOLE!" popping out of the bush was a female High Elf in a dark robe accompanied by ten Knights and fifty soldiers from the Empire.

"OH BY FORRUS! LEOPOLD MY DARLING!"

Jackson then turns his face to the High Elf, making such a shocked expression that he had never seen one do before and with so much emotion behind it. "I-I CAN EXPLAIN!" she immediately opens her palm and it lights up a color blue. "NO! HER AR-" Firing a blast of her ice magic, the concentrated ball of ice and spikes hits Bahamut's armored chin and merely returns to her. "Mor....." as the last word he uttered as the High Elf gets completely whacked by her own magic.

"Human! Step aside or you will be killed by our blades! That Dragon must be put down!" Bahamut then growls as she opens her mouth, revealing her predatory teeth as she vomits the dog whole, still alive but smelling like used lantern oil. "The Dog is fine! Look!" it whimpers and with a wounded front leg. Walks back to the Elves with its head down.

One of the Knights dared to even look at Bahamut straight in her eyes, prompting her to stare back just for Jackson to get in between them. Breaking sight as he waved his hands. "Alana! Elizabeth! Revive! Revive!" They both quickly got into action and started healing the lady elf in her thick robe that has Knight pauldrons, greaves, and sabatons.

Using her blood magic, Elizabeth quickly awakens the feinted woman and she rises back fully awake. Breathing in heavily. "By Forrus! I saw my ancestors for a brief moment there! Oh Leopold! You've returned!" hugging the wet dog, she instantly recoils at the thick alcoholic stench it has planted onto its fur.

"Phew... uhhhh.. Sorry about that."

"Master, that dog was tasty. You better prepare me a good meal for tonight."

"Alana, what do you have planned for tonight?"

"It's supposed to be a simple ribeye steak with salt and thyme, M'Lord. Actually, Your Majesty, had you salted the meat this morning?"