Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 355 - 347: Vampires Can Only Drink Blood

On the tall hybrid steed, clad in heavy armor, Alama gazed into the distance at the vast fields of the Demon Race’s forces, his brow slightly furrowed, filled with confusion.

Sigmund... unexpectedly abandoned the defensive advantage and range boost of the Crimson Tower and chose to engage in a fair field battle with him?

His original plan this time was to use the "War Chariot," a kind of ultra-long-range weapon, to harass the other side and force Sigmund to come out and fight. Now, just as the harassment had begun, the opponent abandoned their defense.

Alama did not deny that Sigmund’s army, in terms of overall strength, was superior to his own, but it clearly wasn’t at an overwhelming level.

In a frontal battle, Alama also had a reasonable chance of victory.

Sigmund couldn’t possibly be unaware of this.

Has the commander been replaced? Or is there a trap he’s unaware of?

Considering the intelligence, Alama pondered many possibilities and finally turned his gaze towards the direction of Eleanor’s army.

If there was a trap, the most likely unusual force would be this clumsy commanding female Vampire.

Until now, she remained in the distance, unmoving, indifferently observing from afar.

Originally, Alama thought it was personal conflicts brought to the battlefield. Now it seemed, it might have been a show for him to see.

"Send orders!" Alama commanded the messenger beside him. "Triple the number of scouts to closely monitor every move of Eleanor’s section! Report immediately if there’s any movement! Without my orders, all front-line troops are to hold their positions and not advance proactively!"

Meanwhile, at the front of the Demon Race’s grand army. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The elite Demon warriors were already arranged in attack formations, and at the very front of the Demon ranks were some fettered, fierce demons, their restless growls intertwining with the clashing sounds of soldiers’ weapons and armor, the air thick with a lust for blood.

Most striking was the team clad in dark blood-colored armor at the far back of the line, Sigmund’s strongest core force, the Blood Knight Order!

All of them were at least Golden Tier half-Vampires, including genuine Vampires with titles.

Everything was ready, the bowstring drawn.

Yet, the adjutant anxiously surveyed the surroundings but didn’t find in front of the formation the highest commander who should be there to boost morale and give orders, the figure of Duke Sigmund!

"Where’s the Duke? Has anyone seen the Duke?!" The adjutant couldn’t help but raise his voice, inquiring the nearby generals and guards, his tone tinged with urgency.

How could the commander be absent at this critical moment?

Just then, a bat fluttered its wings, flying from the direction of the Crimson Tower, finally hovering before the adjutant.

"The Duke has ordered you to take full command of this battle."

"Me?!" The adjutant’s pupils shrank as he pointed to himself, almost unable to believe his own ears. "Where is the Duke?"

...

The adjutant’s mind lingered on Duke Sigmund, who at that moment, was in the kitchen of the Crimson Tower.

An unrecognizable chunk of roughly textured meat was casually roasted over a fire, then sprinkled with a pinch of salt, consumed with anticipation.

"Pah—!"

Almost instantly, a strong physiological discomfort made him spit it out.

It wasn’t because the taste was indescribably awful, but rather this Vampire’s body fundamentally rejected ordinary food, as if it couldn’t digest it, only to spit it out unchanged.

"Speaking of, it seems Vampires only drink blood..." Lin Jun suddenly recalled this setting regarding Little Pig.

In the Blood Race’s stronghold, finding blood was practically effortless. He located a container storing blood and carefully tasted a small sip.

Smacking his lips, he savored it carefully. It was his first time experiencing blood consumption through the senses of the Blood Race.

The sensation... it was like drinking a thick sauce with an intense rusty, bloody smell.

"Sigh..." Lin Jun couldn’t help but sigh, deeply disappointed.

It seemed there was no hope of using this Vampire’s body to taste delicious food in the world.

The life of a Vampire didn’t seem as enjoyable as imagined.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Deep within his mind, Sigmund’s voice, suppressed with rage, echoed once more.

"What do I want to do? I want to eat delicious food!" Lin Jun replied as if it were the most natural thing, his tone full of regret.

But clearly, Sigmund wasn’t asking about that. His voice carried deep suspicion and a hint of imperceptible confusion, "You weren’t sent by Alama?"

Lured by the "Strange Dream" connecting to Alama’s daughter, and coincidentally at this deadly moment, Alama launched a full attack...

Piecing all this together, Sigmund almost concluded that the strange being occupying his body was precisely the trap Alama had set up!

The goal was to lure his army out to die, and finally hand him over as a trophy to Alama.

Then he had no other choice but mutual destruction.

But seeing the opponent sighing over the food now, he was a bit uncertain.

Lin Jun ignored him, rummaging for some candy and stuffing it into his mouth.

The orders were, of course, chaotic, weakening the Demon Race a bit was also in Puki’s interest.

But handing over Sigmund himself, Lin Jun would never do that.

Sweet!

Fortunately, his body did not reject the sweet taste.

He simply hugged the entire jar of candy and strolled back to the external observation platform.

At this moment, the battlefield below was in complete turmoil.

At the beginning of the battle, both sides maintained considerable restraint, primarily focusing on ranged attacks and small squad probes.

On the human side, Alama was always wary of the possible deadly traps.

Meanwhile, on the Demon Race side, the deputy forced into action was nervous, not daring to take risks, only adopting the most conservative and prudent defense strategies.

However, as the battle continued, Alama’s keen battlefield senses detected the abnormality.

Could Sigmund possibly not be commanding in person?

In such a decisive battle, he couldn’t possibly be absent!

Unless...

A bold speculation that he had never considered before suddenly burst into Alama’s mind.

Could something have happened to Sigmund himself?

In such poor condition that... he wasn’t even the one commanding the Demon Race’s army now?

This thought made Alama’s breathing instantly become heavy, and his heart pounded violently.

Opportunity!

No matter who was commanding on the other side now, after several rounds of probing encounters, Alama had more or less figured out the opponent’s details.

Definitely not a total novice like Eleanor, but also just an ordinary commander with nothing exceptional!

Alama no longer hesitated. Under his deliberate guidance and step-by-step pressure, the offensive of the Human Alliance Army suddenly became extraordinarily fierce, forcing the temporary deputy commander to deploy the ace Blood Knight Order to stabilize the shaky right flank.

"Now is the time! Iron Fir Knight, charge with me!" Alama’s long-awaited opportunity finally appeared!

With a roar, he personally led his most elite Iron Fir Knight Order, fiercely crashing into the Blood Knight Order!

...

So fierce, Pink Puki’s dad.

Lin Jun leaned on the edge of the observation platform, clicking his tongue in wonder.

On the battlefield below, the offensive of the Iron Fir Knight Order led by Duke Alama was unmatched in ferocity. In just a few minutes of confrontation, the originally formidable Blood Knight Order was forced to retreat repeatedly under his fierce attack, clearly at a disadvantage.

In his mind, Sigmund watched his meticulously managed ace unit being so suppressed, his family estate being squandered away, and was already anxious enough to "go down together."

"Alright, alright, I got it, what’s the rush!" Lin Jun muttered, dumping the remaining candy from the jar into his mouth, chewing it carelessly and feeling the cheap sweet taste dissolve, before reluctantly returning control of the body.

"Be careful, don’t just die suddenly, Xiao Xi!" At the moment of handing over, Lin Jun didn’t forget to give a considerate reminder.

"Pah!" The first thing Sigmund did upon regaining control was to violently spit out the poor-quality candy mixture in his mouth, his overwhelming fury with nowhere to vent, he slammed a fist into the solid stone wall beside him, creating a web-like dent!

No time to ponder this bizarre event and that damned intruder, not even time to tidy up his appearance.

Sigmund’s eyes glowed with a blood-red light, black mist swirling around him, transforming into a bat, rushing toward the engaged knight order with astonishing speed.

"Duke!" The deputy who had been desperately holding on, almost being taken down, was on the verge of tears.

"Finally willing to show yourself, you damned rat!"

Enemies meeting, especially those with a deep grudge, turned red-eyed in anger as Alama’s greatsword clashed with Sigmund’s blood claws!

Lin Jun simulated in his mind that if he were controlling, Sigmund’s hand would probably have been sent flying with this strike...