The Bored Immortal

'Poison? Shit…' Viktor felt as if he ran into bad luck since poison was his weakness in his vampire form.

Of course, ordinary poison wouldn't harm him, but something like this that was filled with odic force would surely mess him up. If he had to guess this was probably wolfsbane.

Fortunately, he was able to stop the poison from solidifying his blood anymore, though he was feeling sluggish and had an intense burning sensation spreading throughout his body.

Still, he gritted his teeth and charged toward the dark elf, who scoffed as he simply took out his dagger and charged toward Viktor as well.

The two clashed together as their arms tried to restrain each other while Viktor was stopping one of his hands from plunging his dagger into his chest.

However, Viktor was unable to muster every bit of his strength because of the poison inside his body and found that the dark elf was gaining momentum while he was losing his strength.

But before the dark elf could stab him, Viktor maneuvered his arm to the side and punched his face hard, though the strength behind his punch wasn't as strong as he wanted it to be.

The dark elf simply stumbled back by a single step, and with a smug smile, he swung the dagger in front of him, creating an ethereal green slash in the form of an arc in thin air that headed towards Viktor, who didn't expect to see such an attack coming.

He was also unable to dodge because of how sluggish his body was, and the slash created a wide laceration on his chest as he flew back by a few feet and crashed to the ground.

"Ugh!" Viktor grimaced as he felt like his skin was burning, and when he looked at his chest, his brows raised to see that his wound was not healing as he feared.

"How strange…you are a vampire, and you cannot even shrug off my poison," The dark elf mumbled with a smile as he quickly stepped forward and kicked Viktor's face before he could get up.

He had used a stronger poison attack on Talia because he knew she was a werewolf and susceptible to such attacks, while he only used casual attacks on Viktor and surprisingly found it effective. He felt that he was worried for nothing.

"Whatever, time to end this. I wasted too much time here," The dark elf said in a cold tone as he raised his dagger high to stab Viktor's heart.

But right before he could bring it down on him, a ferocious growl echoed from behind, and before the dark elf could react, he felt a strong maw clamping down on his shoulder, making him let out a cry in excruciating pain.

However, before he could even hit her, Talia used just her pure jaw strength to lift him up and flung him away like a rag doll as he crashed onto the ground before rolling a few times.

An ember light was surrounding her body as ember flames were erupting from her eyes, her mood clearly angry. She was standing on her feet, making her five-meter tall figure look quite intimidating and imposing.

She didn't want to give the dark elf any break as she immediately rushed over to maul him to death, making the dark elf's expression grave since he never expected this werewolf to quickly shrug off such a strong poison attack.

He immediately realized, based on her appearance and her three majestic tails, that she was Princess Talia of the Hellborn Dynasty.

He cursed his own luck for having to come upon such a troublesome werewolf. However, he quickly thought as he threw a poison-infused dagger toward Viktor, who was still slowly trying to get up with the wide bloody laceration on his chest.

Viktor was feeling as if his senses were blacking in and out, and his bloody wound wasn't getting any better.

Talia's eyes shook as she immediately stopped in her tracks the moment she saw the dark elf's dagger shooting toward a wounded Viktor.

'NO!!' She inwardly shouted as she quickly turned around and tried to catch up to the dagger though it was speeding forward towards Viktor at an insane speed.

Time seemed to slow down as the dagger whizzed through the air, emanating ominous dark green fumes.

Her eyes were trembling, her expression grave as her limbs kicked the ground as hard as she could to increase her speed.

She couldn't even dare to use any of her powerful attacks since she was afraid Viktor might get hurt.

She wished she could shout to warn Viktor, but there was no time. 

Her expression fell even more when she saw that she wouldn't be able to catch up to the dagger unless…

She immediately made a powerful leap toward Viktor so that she could block the dagger with her own body before it could even hit Viktor.

Viktor, who somehow sat up, his vision still blurry and his head a bit dizzy, was surprised to see Talia lunging toward him, but at the same time, he blinked his eyes upon faintly seeing a blade shooting toward him.

'Fuck!' He wanted to move, but his limbs were not listening to him, and before he could realize it, Talia pounced upon him and shielded his body as a soft, sharp sound of skin being punctured echoed beside his ear.

Talia let out a low whimper as her face grimaced slightly upon having her skin being punctured by the dagger. But she immediately used her odic force to eject it out and was trying her best to get rid of the poison.

'Talia!' Viktor realized that she shielded him from the dagger with her own body, and for some reason, when he saw her getting hurt, his blood suddenly boiled, and he felt some sort of flame being lit inside his body.

The burning heat from this flame immediately spread across his body, and the bloody laceration on his chest began to heal slowly while his mind began to become lucid.

The dark elf chuckled, seeing that this foolish werewolf ran into his dagger and decided to throw another one even if he knew it might not necessarily kill her. But at least he could use this to slow down the Hellborn Dynasty by wounding their champion.

But after throwing another dagger, his expression froze when he saw what had happened.