Vampires have a very buggy skill, which is to develop followers by sucking blood. This behavior is called "first embrace" in some literary works about vampires.
The essence of the "First Embrace" behavior is "exchange of body fluids" - don't get it wrong, it is not the same as "replenishing magic", and you will not become a vampire if you really use the method of "replenishing magic" - specifically, it is to obtain the other person's blood and then inject your own blood, turning the other person into your own servant.
That's right, a servant, a true servant. Because the opponent's body is mixed with vampire blood, the opponent is under the control of the vampire. The vampire can command the servant like commanding his own hands and feet, and the servant cannot disobey such orders.
"Lord White Wing" was planning to use this method to recruit Squadron E for his own use.
"Father, I have lost a lot of my relatives this time. I beg you to allow me to take this opportunity to replenish them." "Bai Yu" requested.
"Okay, I have the same plan." "Mr. White Wing" agreed generously.
There were thirty-two magicians in front of him, and he did not intend to make all of them his direct descendants.
The act of "First Embrace" in which one injects one's own blood into the other's body will dilute the vampire's own power. Developing thirty-two servants at a time would be a bit too much for even an ancient dead apostle like "Ottenroche".
Therefore, he only planned to perform the "First Embrace" on a few of the most promising candidates, and leave the rest to "Bai Yu" and lower-level followers.
The members of Squad E were extremely angry at the arrogant attitude of the Dead Apostles and the upcoming greatest insult to humanity. If it weren't for the pressure from the officers, they would have rushed up to fight the Dead Apostles to the death in the most violent way.
The cadres did this not because they changed their minds, but because the difference in strength between the enemy and us was too great, so great that even suicide was not an easy thing to do. A rash attack would not only fail to cause harm to the enemy, but would give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.
The "Chariot" is waiting.
The "judgment" is waiting.
The "King", "Pope", "Justice" and "Hermit" are also waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity to attack at the cost of one's life, waiting for an opportunity for self-destruction. This was the final insurance prepared at the beginning of the creation of the E-Team, and it is also the core concept of the team - if you don't succeed, you will die!
Faced with such an army, the Dead Apostles lost interest in persuading them to surrender with words. A terrifying aura that the magicians had never encountered before enveloped everyone's heart, as if it was the natural pressure of the king standing at the top of the food chain on his prey, which was difficult to resist and impossible to resist.
In the midst of this terrifying pressure, the source of the momentum, the ancient King of the Dead Apostles, moved.
Blood splattered, and terrifying screams and wails pierced the silence of the night.
Unexpectedly, the scream did not come from the E Squadron who were ready to sacrifice their lives, but came from behind the "White Wing Prince".
The "White Feather" and other dead disciples who had been so arrogant just now were now lying in a pool of blood. Before "White Wing Lord" launched his attack, his followers were attacked first, and the wounds were all in the same place - the waist. All the followers were cut in half, with the upper body separated from the lower body, and the blood that was the source of vampire power flowed all over the ground.
"Father, save me, save me—"
"Bai Yu" struggled and stretched out his hand towards his king, looking both embarrassed and miserable.
"White Wing Prince" stopped moving forward, and his eyes fixed on his offspring through the white beam of light that enveloped his body.
He was confused.
In addition to sucking blood, the biggest feature of vampires is their special bodies. Not only are they immortal, but they also possess a variety of supernatural powers. The most basic of these, and the one that all vampires share, is their powerful recovery ability.
Taking the Dead Apostles who have survived for a hundred years as an example, ordinary skin injuries can be healed in a few minutes, and even limb loss can be regenerated quickly.
A veteran Dead Apostle like Bai Yu would recover even faster. A mere cut in half shouldn't have left him in such a state of disgrace.
Glancing at the wound on his waist, "White Wing Prince" found the cause.
The cut surface continued to bleed, and the rate of blood flow showed no sign of slowing down, as if the recovery ability that the Dead Apostles were so proud of did not exist at all.
The culprit behind all this was a simple sickle blade that emitted a cool and cold glow under the moonlight. The sickle blade was in the hands of a figure wearing a skull mask and a cloak. The tip of the sickle blade was still dripping with blood, the blood of the dead apostles.
"Who are you—?" The voice of "Prince White Wing" remained unchanged, as if he did not care about the injuries of his followers.
"Captain of Squadron E, codenamed 'Death', my subordinates are in your care, White Wing, no, Tefanm Ottenroche." The "Death" swung his scythe, shaking off the last drop of blood attached to the blade.
The sudden appearance of the missing captain not only failed to boost the morale of the team members, but made them anxious.
It turned out that as early as when the E-Team organized the retreat, the cadres had prepared for the worst. However, they did not intend to sit back and wait for death. They wanted to leave seeds and hope, and the one they chose as their last hope was the captain "Death", who was the strongest in the team and had a special way to hide his breath.
In order to buy time for the captain, the scattered team members regrouped to attract the attention of the "White Winged Lord". But they didn't expect that the captain, whom they risked their lives to protect, not only did not leave, but returned to this most dangerous place.
"Captain!"
"Shut up!"
Shinji, transformed into the "God of Death", rudely interrupted the team members' shouting.
"I am your captain, and I have the final say. Now, everyone turn right, leave here, and return to the branch."
"Captain, you—"
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here immediately, quickly, or you will be punished for violating military regulations."
From the beginning to the end, abandoning his subordinates and escaping alone was not an option for Shinji.
Although the "White Winged Lord" is strong, Shinji, who has many trump cards, is not weak either. Shinji, who aims to end Scathach's eternity, does not want to be timid before the battle. More importantly, after a few months of getting along, he has formed a deep friendship with this team, and he can't let them die for him.
So, it was not the players who covered the retreat for him as the captain, but he as the captain covered the retreat for the players!
"Don't bother. None of you can leave!"
Looking at the E Squadron who ignored him, the King of the Dead Apostles, and showed their deep comradeship, "Lord White Wing" snorted coldly, and wrapped in pure white light, crashed into the "tank" of the E Squadron's adjutant at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
A golden light that was brighter and more majestic than the pure white light tore through the night sky and hit the center of the white light from the side with a violent sound of breaking wind - changing the direction of the white light just before the latter hit the chariot.
"I said I can walk!"
With a proud declaration, "Death" bathed in solemn golden light replaced "Tank" and stood in front of Squadron E.