Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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"SHAAAAHH!"

The gigantic nine-headed Hydras hissed ferociously, their powerful Draconic and Magical Auras shaking their surroundings, their foes, which were supposed to be mighty foes that not even the elves could fight against, were screaming in horror and agony as they tried to escape them.

Their giant snake-like jaws opened, as they fired massive balls of acidic venom and poison into their foes, filling their surroundings with that, sometimes it even fell over their entire heads or bodies.

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!

"Uaagghh!"

"G-Get away from that thing! Run!"

"T-This is ridiculous! How are we supposed to fight that thing?!"

"My scales are melting…! MY BODY IS MELTINGGGGGGG!"

Amidst the agonizing screams of both monsters and the lizardmen, the army of Blake advanced relentlessly. The White Mithril Drakes were in the frontlines, directly taking both magical and physical damage without issues.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Magician lizardmen that amounted over two hundred strong still couldn't kill more than a couple dozen out of hundreds, and their numbers kept decreasing as the gigantic dragons massacred their own Draconic Aberrations with ease.

"GROOAAR!"

The White Mithril Drake Queens led their armies of soldiers, opening their jaws and unleashing devastating breath attacks charged with spiritual energy of the element of earth and steel, blasting everything, and leaving behind silver-colored ores growing over their corpses.

Meanwhile, the Mithril Dragonoids, resembling Mithril Drakes that stood upright and were slightly smaller, stomped over their foes, impaled them with giant mithril spears, or crushed them with their advanced Metal Magic.

"Don't give up!"

The lizardmen led their armies to clash against Blake's familiars, what they thought would be a one-sided beatdown on their side, ended becoming the complete opposite!

They were the ones struggling, they were the ones despairing, and they were the ones losing!

"Bastards! What are you doing, you useless mongrels! Can't you slay those things properly?!"

A larger Dragon Born Lizardmen complained, over ten meters tall, muscular yet also with a huge fat belly, showing he had been eating good for years now.

His thick black scales covered his entire body as a crown of golden horns covered his reptilian face, his furious expression unbefitting of his appearance that showed he lived quite the frugal life beneath Fafnir's protection.

"B-But General Erdremath, we can't win! Monsters too strong! Summoner… unexpectedly powerful! Summoner killed Mammon, summoner might kill Dragon King Fafnir next!"

"SILENCE!"

The furious General roared, swinging his enormous claws and shredding to pieces the soldier at his side. Someone strong enough to be considered B Rank was easily torn to shreds.

CRASH!

The General's power was the real deal, as someone that had drank more of Fafnir's blood than the rest due to his achievements, and was able to create a Dragon Heart, he was given the title of Draconic General of Fafnir's army.

"Useless…! All of you are useless!"

Growing furious after seeing how his army of twenty-thousand-strong was being completely and one-sidedly massacred by only one thousand, he couldn't look at this humiliation anymore.

He had to enter the battle himself!

After only two hours since the battle began, seven thousand of his troops have died. And Blake's army seemed relentless. Constantly slaughtering everything in their path.

Erdremath was tasked with the mission to attack the last two strongholds of the elves and dispatch them from the continent for good. He had brought his personal army of sixteen thousand Draconic Aberration and four thousand Lizardmen, thinking it would be ultimately easy.

After all, in war, what always mattered is who had a larger army! Even for the primitive tribes of barbarians that were the lizardmen, such a thing was well known.

In the past they waged wars against the elves and other races many times, always being pushed away, always being humiliated.

But now, with the awakening of Fafnir, things changed, these last years their population boomed in numbers, reaching millions thanks to Fafnir's blessings helping them reproduce and grow quickly.

It was finally their time for revenge, to take over the continent that always should have belonged to the lizardmen, to crush the arrogant elves, and to burn the Yggdrasil tree!

The draconic pride that the lizardmen possessed, creations of ancient Divine Dragons that were once a tribe made to serve their necessities, was enormous, carrying with them the legacy of their creators.

Once their God Fafnir awakened, they knew that it was the time of reckoning. They slaughtered, invaded, burned, and never stopped.

The elves fought back, with magic, armies, powerful fighters, spiritual masters, and more… Yet at the end, they were never able to overcome the lizardman's sheer numbers.

Even more when Fafnir kept creating his Draconic Aberrations from the Demonic Miasmic Pools formed surrounding Yggdrasil, feeding off the tree's life force to birth monstrosities that obeyed anybody with dragon blood inside of them…

"I'll show those bastards…" groaned Erdremath. "I am not going to go easy on you, mere prey! They might have defeated Mammon, but so what? With my Draconic Army here, and my Dragon Heart, I am invincible!"

The gigantic Dragon Born Lizardman rushed into battle, jumping from his gigantic Draconic Aberration in the shape of a multi-headed brachiosaurus, and hitting the floor beneath with a loud thud, reverberating across the floor.

"Come, my army! Dragon Born Elite Warriors!"

With a ferocious draconic roar, dozens of elite warriors rushed towards the General, overflowing with draconic auras. They had yet to get their Dragon Hearts, but their hearts were already undergoing such an evolution, making them "elites" within their society.

"You shall become stronger than anything! You will be impervious to all damage! And you shall run as fast as the wind!"

Using Dragon Tongue, the General unleashed a series of powerful buffing spells, enhancing the strength and defenses of his men and army.

"CHARGE!"

He pointed his giant black sword into the distance, as their army charged once more, attempting to overcome Blake's overwhelming army of Familiars.

Meanwhile, the General and his Elites charged forward, quickly infiltrating through Blake's army, slaying the Familiars from left and right, seeking the origin of it all.

Until they found him.

Standing above a pile of monsters and lizardmen, he was there.

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"How bold of you to come after me," Blake smiled. "You must be very confident in your strength."

"The summoner!" the general roared. "KILL HIM!"

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