Vampire: Lord of the Dark Night

For Ever There Shall Be Cold Under The Sun.

(Even though the sun is blazing, there will always be bitter cold)

River Will Run Dry And The Forests Wither.

(Rivers run fast, but eventually they dry up; green grass and trees eventually wither and decay.)

The Stars Shall Growdim,Flicker And Die.

(The morning star shines, but eventually dims)

And Death Shall Reign From Forever To Forever!

(Only death is eternal!)

We will rise from our graves and march into the world of the living. Every mortal who dies will increase our numbers until only a world of darkness remains. Only then will the world know the eternal order that works in undead peace.

"I should have died. There's no reason for me to survive on that kind of battlefield!" The sergeant was very surprised to find that he could still think, but he couldn't do anything else. He couldn't even feel his own existence. This seemed to be a surprising situation, but he was more concerned about how he survived.

Although at that time, the Captain imitated the classic action of the ancient Earth thousands of years ago, showing a thumbs up to the sergeant, and then detonated his own body, thus pulling away hundreds of alien insects, but that only allowed the sergeant and his team to survive for a few more minutes.

They were out of ammunition and food, and they were isolated and helpless. Their main fleet had already withdrawn and abandoned the planet to guard more important locations. And their squadron: a total of 54 spirit armors were used as sacrifices, baits, and rear guards, facing Zerg that outnumbered them by a million times or even more, and they were in a desperate situation.

There were fewer and fewer teammates around him, and the front was retreating step by step. The Gauss machine gun equipped with his spirit armor had run out of ammunition, and the beam grenade had been used up a day earlier. The psychic artillery was also too weak to use because of the weakening of mental power. If he forced a shot, his brain would definitely explode. Several new recruits next to him died because of their lack of experience.

So, in the end, they, who were wearing the most advanced spirit son mechanical armor, the elite of the elite, the pride of the army, could only use the most clumsy and primitive method, which was to draw out the ion sword or the psychic sword to chop and kill God had mercy on him, this sergeant had been in the army for nearly eight years and had always thought that this thing was just a decoration.

However, despite his efforts, the number of Zerg he killed was enough to fill more than a dozen fifty by fifty swimming pools. But in the end, he still inevitably failed. He wanted to imitate his boss and self destruct. He said, "This is the romance of men!" But he didn't even have the energy to do so...

"That cold blooded b*st*rd..." Thinking of this, the Chief of Staff felt his teeth itching towards the fleet admiral who sold them out. Although at the strategic level, the fleet admiral's actions were understandable, but he definitely couldn't expect to forgive him.

Then, he should be... defeated, and then captured by the Zerg? What did the Zerg capture him for? Specimens? Food? Transformation? Well, now that he is still alive, this should be the last way. Then he should change his allegiance and wreak havoc on the universe with the Zerg all his brothers are dead anyway. He has no good feelings towards the corrupt and incompetent federal government, the cold blooded fleet admiral, and the other cowards who abandoned him and ran away...

Thinking of this, the sergeant sighed softly: "Although the Zerg are hateful, at least these bastards will not betray their companions." As he thought so, he began to feel his body at the same time it was a feeling of sliding through a very tight place. It made him very uncomfortable.

"D*mn it, what on earth is going on?! Is he breaking out of his cocoon?" The sergeant thought to himself while trying to move his body. He felt that his body seemed to have undergone a very big change.

"That's right. I've been transformed, so there should be an adaptation period..." He thought, and at the same time wanted to say something, asking for help, or asking about the situation. But in the end, what came out of his mouth was neither the Federation's High Gothic language nor the hoarse and unpleasant roar of the Zerg, but the cry of a baby.

"This voice is not right!" The sergeant thought, and then struggled hard to open his eyes to take a look. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes... He only heard another round of commotion around him. He didn't know who was there and what they were doing. He seemed to be wrapped up by something, and then he heard someone speaking a word in a language he couldn't understand.

"It's a boy."

An old but very powerful voice said this. Then it picked up the Sergeant's young body. A psychic energy he had never experienced before shot directly into his body, making him feel like he was being seen through.

"What's going on?!" He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the man's hand. He even punched the man holding him in the face. "Bang!" Although the force was not strong enough, the target of the attack was the weak eyeball, causing the man holding him to suffer a little damage.

"What a strong little fellow." The man chuckled, "Very healthy. And very talented. The Castaing family has a successor."

The last sentence, however, was directed to the mother who was lying on the bed with an unusually pale face.

"I hope he can become a true Night's Kin in the future." The mother forced a smile and said this, but the sadness between her brows did not disappear even with the smile.

"I believe that this day will come." The old voice responded. He saw that the mother looked sad. He also sighed slightly and asked, "So, what name do you want to give him?"

The mother seemed even sadder when she mentioned this. After a long while, she spoke again: "My husband told me before he died... if it's a boy, his name will be Vared, Vared von Carstein."

"It's a good name." The old man nodded, acknowledging the mother's words, then sighed and advised her: "Weiss died for our tribe. He died bravely and deservedly. Don't be too sad."

"But father..." At this point, the mother couldn't help crying, "No matter what, he's dead. No matter how nice it sounds, dead is dead. The person I love is dead. Why should I live..."

Seeing his daughter burst into tears, the old man panicked. Even the way he held the baby became stiff. He felt the same pain in his heart and was also very sad.

Her son in law, the Count of the Castaing family, was always very nice. He was a perfect match for her daughter. Although the marriage was a political one, they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together and had a very good relationship. After they got married, they were even better. A few years ago, she gave birth to a daughter, and now she has a son. But she didn't expect that a war would eventually cost her son in law his life. The day she got the intelligence was just before her due date. Her daughter couldn't stand the shock and gave birth prematurely. Almost both the adult and the child died...

The more the old man thought about it, the more upset he felt. He held the child's arm and unconsciously used more strength. This made the sergeant feel very uncomfortable, so he expressed his protest in the way a child does that is, crying.

The old man reacted immediately after hearing the crying, and frantically tried to comfort the child. At the same time, the crying gave the old man an idea. He came up with a statement and advised the mother: "Don't you still have children?! Your children with him Varede and Isabella. You must live well for their sake!"

After hearing the old man's words, the mother suddenly came to her senses. She stared blankly at the old man's arms. The old man understood, stepped forward, and handed the child over.

"Varede, Valade, Valade, my child Valade..." The mother held the baby who had just been named Valade. It was as if she was holding her own life. Not like a normal person. But she finally calmed down. The old man also breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved. Although he didn't have the heart to disturb her anymore, but according to the rules, there was still something to do next...

In the mother's arms, the sergeant felt tired. His consciousness was hazy and he was about to fall asleep. And in this hazy state, he vaguely heard the intermittent prayers of the people around him:

“May the truth of death that we believe in bless our new people. May he be healthy, handsome, and well proportioned. May he be able to wear a long sword, a magic wand, and ride a steed. May he be powerful and rule the world…

May the blessing of death be bestowed upon our tribe, making us stronger. We will follow the law of death, use swords and magic to reshape this world, eliminate all chaos and disputes, and establish an absolute and eternal order..."

"Could this be... some kind of evil cult..." This was the sergeant's last thought before he fell asleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up again, he could open his eyes and look at the world. It was completely dark, and there was no lighting around. The room only had a small window, three meters high on the outer wall. A ray of soft moonlight shone in, but it didn't have much effect.

However, in this situation, the baby named Varede, for some reason, could still see the surrounding environment. Whether it was the soft black velvet mattress with piping, the dark red bedside table with gold threads, the blood red sword hanging on the wall as a decoration, or the kite shaped shield with bat wings and a holy grail filled with blood. All were clearly visible.

This made him feel very strange this did not seem to be the ability of the Zerg and he did not have compound eyes or insect vision. The world he saw was still seen from a human perspective, but it was clearer and more detailed.

"Perhaps, I am involved in something worse than being transformed by Zerg." He thought so and raised his arm with great effort. He raised his arm in front of his eyes.

As expected, and just as he felt, it was a baby's arm.

"It seems that due to some unknown reasons, I was revived in another world as a baby... This world is either from the Middle Ages, or my parents in this life are mentally ill. This seems to require further observation. In addition, I seem to have a certain night vision ability. And my physical fitness has also been improved. Most importantly..."

He tried to use a bit of spiritual energy, and then a dim, pale flame appeared on the newborn's raised fingers.

"My psychic power has only increased, and my talent is even better than the previous artificial body that was specially adjusted and made. This world is also a high energy world rich in psychic power that does not need to be synthesized artificially. In a sense, this is a blessing in disguise. Forget it, no matter how bad it gets, it won't be worse than the world I lived in before. At least I can continue to live."

Although there are still many questions in my mind. But the sergeant who just woke