Chapter 614 - 614: Night of the Demons Part Two

Chapter 614: Night of the Demons Part Two

[TL: Asuka]

[PR: Ash]

Lambert saw her. She was standing within the mist. Her long, dark hair was draped over her back like a cloak, her face beautiful but pale as snow and calm as an unperturbed lake. Her eyes were like starry skies. There was not an inch of fabric on her skin. The mist half-covered her naked body like it was an ethereal gown. It only made her more seductive. Words were not enough to encapsulate her beauty.

But her hands, hanging by her sides, had nails sharp as needles and black as obsidian. One little scratch was enough to cut open the flesh of humans. Lambert knew who this was, or to be precise, what it was. An alp or a bruxa. Creatures who can turn into beautiful women and seduce young men to suck the blood out of them. They have deadly screams, invisibility, the power of teleportation, and the ability to summon bats. Compared to ekimmaras who prefer to get close and personal and tear their prey apart, these creatures retain a bit of their sanity. Their killings are more elegant. Gentler.

They wouldn’t kill innocents. Most of the time, they would pick a lover and suck off him continuously, giving him the tenderness of a woman before they died. If their lover was powerful enough, their relationship would last for a long, long time.

Lambert would prefer not to deal with dangerous monsters like these, unless he had to protect himself. He took a deep breath and kept his attention on the Moon Dust in his pocket. Quickly but gently, he approached the creature standing five yards away from him.

The young lady in the mist was staring at the witcher, her eyes filled with desire. She licked her lips. If this were anyone else, they wouldn’t have been able to resist her charm.

The witcher held his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the creature. Solemnly, he said, “This is a misunderstanding, lady. I didn’t mean to barge into your domain or disturb your rest. If I crossed you, allow me to apologize. And you should know that witcher blood contains lethal decoction elements. It’s not a good drink. One sip, and you get your lifespan cut by ten years at least.”

Half of that was a lie.

The creature stood, unmoving and silent.

“I’ll be honest. Take down the mist, and I’ll take those rowdy bastards where they came from. I swear we’ll never return to this tomb and disturb you. In the name of the Wolf School, I swear.” Lambert showed the creature his medallion.

The creature said nothing.

“Lady, we should take a step back amicably before anything really bad happens. Those soldiers are just carrying out their orders. Their blood is common. It’s not worth killing for.”

The creature nodded, but then she tilted her head and looked another way, as if it was eyeing a shivering prey in the mist. A bright but creepy smile cracked its lips, and its fangs glimmered.

“Who are you looking at? The knight of the White Rose? That arrogant fool?”

The creature shook its head.

In just one minute, Lambert’s cheeks were already drenched in sweat. The bat’s body was covered in burning gashes left by the oil. Its eyes were filled with murder. Once again, the monster pounced at the witcher, long hair appearing behind its head, billowing in the wind.

Lambert shoved a blast of Aard in the bat’s face and pushed it back. He held his sword level to his chest with both hands, and he took a big step ahead. The witcher thrust his blade, and the bat screeched, flapping its wings.

To its surprise, the sword moved ever so slightly before it hit the bat’s chest. The blade swung through its wings and sliced through its face. A stream of blood flew into the air, and a pair of silhouettes crossed one another.

Lambert rolled around and stood up. His left cheek had a small gash on it, blood trickling down his chin.

The bat was in an even worse state. Its hoglike nose was missing, and half its face was minced, bones revealed to the air. Flesh was already wriggling and trying to reconnect, but the deadly oil was rampaging through the wounds, burning the monster until smoke was coming out of it. The bat wobbled, and it returned to its human form.

The woman with a mangled face glared at Lambert with venom in her eyes. She let out a horrifying scream, as if it came from hell itself. The scream pierced Heliotrop and made air feel like fire, but the witcher launched into his final attack without stopping, swinging his sword at the lady.

It was a feint. The injured woman swung her claws at the sword, but that was what Lambert was after. He darted through her underarms and circled round her back. The witcher swung his whole arm and sliced his sword through the monster’s limb. Blood splattered into the air, and one monster arm was sent flying.

The woman let out a sorrowful scream and turned around. She tried to attack Lambert, but he was like her shadow, turning around before she could. He pointed his blade at the other arm and swung his weapon once more.

Another bloody arm danced in the air. The woman, both her arms lost, felt a surge of power crashing into her back. She fell forward, as if electrocuted, and her head was buried in soil. She felt cold metal touching her throat, and her soul almost froze up.

“Told you we should’ve done this the easy way.” Lambert stepped on the woman’s smooth, silky back, and he pressed down on the back of her head. He imperiously said, “But I’m merciful. I’ll give beauties a second chance. Drop the mist and I’ll spare your life.”

The creature let out muffled noises, struggling under Lambert’s feet.

“What a gentle person.” A praise came from behind. Lambert heard three pairs of quiet footsteps. He tasted perfume, and it had the scent of violet and rose and multiple herbs.

The witcher turned around. What met his eyes was a stunning beauty in a red dress and a gaunt male with a hook nose who looked like a taxman. These people weren’t muscular or strong. They didn’t have the claws the bruxa had, but Lambert felt his blood freeze up. It was common knowledge that the more powerful a higher vampire was, the closer to humans their appearance was.

These guys look even more like humans than the bruxa. Higher vampires. “Is this just rotten luck, or am I cursed by some sort of evil god? I was just pointing in some random direction, and we were led into a lair of higher vampires?”

Lambert felt bitter about this, but he wasn’t despairing. He had one trump card in the form of a decoction. The witcher turned to the person standing between the higher vampires. It was Triss. She had a vacant look, her face the shade of clouds, and she looked like a doll who’d lost her soul.

She looked pitiful, but at least there were no visible wounds, and she was alive. We can still talk this out.

The woman spoke, her voice sweet as honey and alluring as the night. She held Triss’ arms and smiled at Lambert, inviting, “Thank you for sparing my sister, witcher. Before things get too bad, why don’t we make a deal?”