After finishing a series of blows, Griffith took two steps back, staggered and fell to his knees. Using his newly acquired power took a heavy toll on his body.
"Griffith," Sonia hurriedly ran up to support the trainee knight who was kneeling on the ground, and hurriedly took out the healing potion and fed him to drink.
The serious injury to his waist left Griffith speechless in pain. The counterattack just now was all driven by the ability after promotion. An ordinary person would undoubtedly lose combat effectiveness after being hit by this blow.
"He didn't go far," Galadia guarded the two of them. "After receiving such four consecutive blows, this vampire can still display extraordinary abilities?! What an amazing resilience. He must have touched the Sequence 6 threshold."
The hot healing potion poured into Griffith's mouth, slightly suppressing the heartbreaking pain. Although he could not stand up yet, the injury on his waist was quickly stopping the bleeding and closing under the influence of the magic potion.
"You go first, I... will hold him back," Griffith said after a while before he could speak again. "Although the vampires are rare, I have seen them in the east. The blow just now was enough to severely damage them. I can sense it. Baron Anselm's crazy aura is lingering nearby, and he has mutated. While losing some of his orthodox abilities, he may have gained more unpredictable vitality."
"Don't think about it," Galadia rejected the trainee knight's suggestion. "The gap in strength between you is too big. Without my cover, even if you delay it, it won't last long. You won't be able to use the ability you just did a second time in a short time. . We can only deal with him together, or delay. As long as the professors arrive, we will win."
"But we can't wait for him to attack us," Sonia thought for a moment and said, "Griffith was seriously injured. If he makes another sneak attack like just now, we won't be able to bear it."
"You are right. Then we will launch the attack. My inspiration should be able to find his traces," Galadia said. "Be quiet. I want to listen and detect his breath."
"Wait a minute, this is the Whispering Forest. Your inspiration may lead you to find even worse things," Sonia grabbed a knife, took a few steps forward, turned to Galadia and said, "Bashing The danger in the forest comes from mental pollution, which is why the creatures here become chaotic and crazy. I have a more convenient and safer way, oh, it hurts~"
As the blond girl spoke, she scratched the palm of her hand with a knife, and crystal blood beads rolled down along with the blade.
"Sonia, what are you doing?" Griffith was surprised. In this forest, the smell of blood will make Sonia a hunting target.
Galadia shook her head and answered for Sonia:
"The pollution of the Whispering Forest strengthened Baron Anselm's life, but it also eroded his sanity.
"The vampire is a calm and cunning hunter, but while pollution strengthens his vitality, the primitive bloodthirsty instinct will also surpass reason. Sonia is using her own blood to lure him out of the darkness, so be prepared!"
A black gust of wind rushed out from the depths of the forest, mixed with crazy shouts.
"Blood! Oh, the blood of a pure girl!"
"Where did it drop? Where did it drop! Let me take a lick!"
Griffith didn't even need to concentrate to see the chaotic psychic ripples surging in the strong wind. This vampire was obviously on the verge of mania and madness.
Galadia locked onto the trajectory of the violent wind and began to sing, and the silver light gathered on her arrows, forming a dazzling light.
"Dark creature, I pray for the blessing of the Starlight Goddess for you!"
Pure silver light bloomed. The darkness in the forest retreated like a tide.
Griffith rushed forward with dual weapons. The silver light hit the violent wind before him, scattering it into a broken black mist.
"Wow-ah! You said this thing is a blessing?!"
Baron Anselm screamed and fell to the ground. But he immediately jumped up, completely ignoring that the silver light was tearing his body apart, and danced towards Sonia, completely forgetting about dodge and defense.
The elves' sharp arrows hit him one after another, knocking him back a step or two each time.
As expected... Griffith struggled to his feet and smashed a bottle of secondary slowness potion at the feet of the baron, who was covered in feathers and arrows like a porcupine. As a cloud of yellow smoke rose up, the vampire baron's madness became as funny as slow motion.
Griffith raised his sword and ax and struck at the vampire like a chop. The feeling of getting it this time is still dry, but it does not feel like chopping wood and chopping earth like before. It is obvious that the blood baron has been attracted by the blood and appears directly in the battle in his true form.
Sonia, who was making the bait, was also frightened by the vampire baron's pig thrusts, but under the continuous repelling effects of the magic potion and Galadia, Baron Anselm's movement speed was almost reduced to the limit, and he was about to be killed. Killed in assault.
However, as the rancid blood continued to splash out, Griffith found that the baron's eyes, which were full of chaos and mania, had a glimmer of clarity.
"Griffith, get out of the way!" Galadia only had time to shout.
Baron Anselm, whose vitality had dropped to a certain level, seemed to have suddenly escaped from madness. He stopped his sprint in an instant, raised his hand and struck Griffith on the wrist. A huge force came from the wrist, accompanied by the sound of bone cracking. The sword in Griffith's right hand flew out immediately, and severe pain later came from his wrist.
Such a powerful force, just such a casual blow broke my bones! Griffith had no time to be surprised and struck the vampire with the ax in his left hand.
A faint golden light gathered on the ax blade, turning the sacred power into a sharper edge.
The ax blade sliced across the vampire's shoulder, immediately bringing out a piece of rancid body fluid, mixed with a crackling sound.
"Not bad!" Baron Anselm stepped aside, and even had time to nod slightly and comment, saying in a charming voice, "The blessings of the elves and your power have greatly restrained me, but today I have to thank you. , even though you are full of malice."
Baron Anselm regained his composure after losing a lot of blood and being burned by the holy light: "Although it was not my intention, I want to suck all the blood of this man first, and then come back to enjoy the main meal!"
Galadia threw away the long bow, drew out the silver sword from her waist and appeared behind the vampire like a whirlwind, slashing at the back of the corrupted baron's neck: "Griffith, get out of the way!"
"It's useless!" Baron Anselm pointed at the trainee knight with his finger, "Let me show you the power of the Night Blood. Follow me and turn into a strong wind!
"Blood Curse·Blood Bat Storm!"
A ball of black bats exploded from Baron Anselm's body, picking up the unprepared Griffith and rushing towards the depths of darkness.
Galadia's lightning-fast cuts shattered a dozen bats. But there was no stopping Griffith from being rolled up by the rest of the bats and disappearing into the endless darkness.
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"Ugh~"
Griffith supported himself hard and got up from the ground dizzily. All the bones in my body were shaking, my fingers and toes had almost lost all feeling, my mouth was full of bitter taste, my stomach was churning, and I really wanted to vomit out the stomach acid.
The vampire baron who was fighting with him just now has disappeared. The surroundings are still thick and dark, and the silence is mixed with heart-stopping murmurs.
I feel dizzy, I feel so dizzy... The murmurs are closer than before, and even the field of vision begins to turn yellowish brown.
Griffith barely remembered that he was rolled up by the bats emerging from the Baron's body and flew deep into the forest for a long time. Now, his sword and ax have been lost, and he only has two daggers with him.
Griffith pulled out the dagger and held it in his hand while fumbling with the small bag he carried.
The few small packages containing the medicines were still around because they were tightly bundled. But I don’t know where the dry food and water bottles fell.
It's terrible now, I don't know where I was taken...
"Haha, this feeling is really rare~" Baron Anselm's voice came from the side.
Griffith hurriedly looked around and saw the vampire baron lying in tatters under a big tree not far away. He lost his left arm and had a big hole in his stomach.
"Do you know?" the Vampire Baron said sadly, "After staying in this forest for a long time, I have been unable to activate most of the Vampire's spells. After being hit by you a few times, ahem... and bleeding a little, I My brain actually works as well as before, and some of my strength has also been restored."
After saying this, the vampire baron stood up and stepped closer to Griffith: "I have to add some nutrients, um, appetizers, and then go enjoy those two girls. Do you think I sucked them first? Before you enjoy them with blood, you should enjoy them first... Wow~ It sounds a bit obscene to say, but I *&$%!"
Griffith quickly took out a bottle of secondary healing potion and poured it into his mouth, hoping to heal the broken arm. But after the hot burning sensation, he did not feel the therapeutic effect he had hoped for.
"Haha! Waste it, humans!" Baron Anselm laughed, "The power of potions has limits!"
Taking the same type of potion again during the cooldown period is invalid.
Oops! Griffith's waist injury has not yet healed, and his right wrist is also broken. He waved the dagger in his left hand and stabbed the Vampire Baron with all his strength.
Before the dagger could hit Baron Anselm, a bloody light flashed from Griffith's left wrist. His wrist flew out with the dagger, and the blood didn't even have time to spray out.
"Ugh!" Griffith groaned in pain and took two steps back. Even on the Eastern battlefield, he had never encountered a situation where his wrists were cut off.
He suddenly heard a dull loud noise, as if something was torn apart. Severe pain shot from his chest, almost causing Griffith to lose consciousness.
The baron's right hand penetrated his chest and came out from his back.
"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless!" Baron Anselm was sometimes sober and sometimes crazy, and he began to mutter.
