Erza looked at Rorschach curiously. The mystery of contamination brings physical mutation, but reason still remains. Human nature and extraordinary characteristics have reached a delicate balance.
"Answer me, half-man, who sent you to join this fray?"
Rorschach didn't answer. He raised his left hand, and two lava-like red triangles of light appeared on his wrist.
At the moment when he looked at the pair of red triangles, Griffith felt that he was a beast, trapped in a trap and locked by a fatal hinge!
The fire expanded rapidly, and Griffith felt an unprecedented crisis. What Rorschach holds in his hands is a weapon as powerful as an artillery piece!
Erza raised her long legs like lightning and kicked Griffith behind her. The War Knight, who was half a second slower, flew out like a ball. A dazzling high-energy flash shot out of the darkness, passing over where Griffith had just stood, hitting the rock behind, cutting out a stream of molten fire.
There was an indescribable smell in the air. A group of cold red eyes suddenly burst out of the darkness like will-o'-the-wisps.
Three ghostly and swift black shadows flashed out. They have an almost human appearance, even more human than the winged Rorschach. The extremely pale face can be called beautiful, but it also carries a cruel and uninhibited excitement and a sense of superiority of a higher race. The fangs at the corners of the mouth and the blood-red eyes are filled with endless desire.
Bloodlines? !
Griffith noticed the enemy's identity and intention, stabilized his body, drew Judgment and fired a shot at the flickering black shadow.
A shrill scream rang out. The adamantium bullet hit something.
These dark creatures are killed and become even crazier. In addition to the suppressed pain, the piercing screams were also mixed with a sound wave. When the sound wave passed over the ground, the stones on the ground made a rustling sound, and then were stirred up and shattered.
Griffith used the silver cavalry shield "Fortitude" to block it. The sound wave hit the round shield, tearing the armor, making a tooth-itching hissing sound.
As soon as the sound waves subsided, spears were thrown from all directions.
Those who took action were all trolls. They ran from the deep darkness, following the swift shadows of the Vampires.
Each of these ambush soldiers was grim and cold, as if the depths of their souls were filled with deathly silence, almost blending with the darkness underground. They can even hide their aura before lashing out.
"These are the vassals of the vampires - blood servants!" Erza rushed over, grabbed the retreating Griffith and rushed towards the exit, "Don't be held back by them."
Blood servants are warriors who are infected by the blood of the Vampires. They are strong and brave, fearless of death, and do not know fatigue. However, they need to be re-injected with blood every once in a while. They are cheap consumables owned by the Vampires.
There were nearly twenty blood servants under the command of the three vampires who attacked. They followed their masters, outflanked him from several directions, and threw spears as fiercely as a squadron. There were even crazy people who directly ran into Griffith with lit bombs.
"boom--!"
The deep mines shook. In the smoke and dust of the explosion, the knight rushed out brazenly, wrapped in silver light. The roaring spear hit his breastplate, sparks flying everywhere, but it was bounced away.
The vampires and blood servants who were besieging the War Knight were inexplicably shocked, and even irresistibly wanted to retreat.
Griffith unfolds the mysterious special effect of the shield "Perseverance", and the shield itself turns into flying light, forming a penetrable light attribute barrier. Magical and physical attacks are weakened when penetrating the Fortitude Shield.
This layer of light shield provides powerful protection against arrows, and has a powerful deterrent and additional defensive effect against black magic and dark creatures.
Griffith holds light in his right hand and leans on the sky with his left hand, rushing towards the dark creature with both swords.
Wearing strong armor and surrounded by several layers of shields, he ignored the blood servants' attacks from all directions and swung his sword towards the vampire leading the team.
The blood servants on the side raised their big shields to protect their master, but were chopped down with a sword on the spot.
Under the fierce sword light, the vampires screamed and tried to escape. However, a sense of powerlessness captured by the vortex captured him. Griffith turned around and struck out with his sword, cutting the vampire in half.
A large ball of liquid gushes out, gurgling all over the ground. From the torn section, it can be clearly seen that the organs in the vampire's body present a strange look that is almost like the fusion of flesh and gelatin. The dark red and dark purple tissues are different. Stop squirming.
Under this sword, the vampire was not completely dead. Instead, he frantically grabbed Griffith's greaves.
Just when Griffith was about to add another blow, Rorschach swooped down like a predatory bird. Griffith swung his sword upwards, and the air squeezed by the sword wind exploded like thunder. It seemed that even the mountains and rivers were being cut open, but Rorschach was like a swift in the wind, following it with great dexterity. The ripples in the air were avoided.
The strong wind blew the black wings into a roaring sound, and Rorschach's body and arms were twisted in a way that was absolutely impossible for humans to do. The nails on the ten fingers were as sharp as sharp blades, spiraling strangely up the arm of the war knight. The nails with complicated runes engraved on the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were lightly cut and wiped.
After the seemingly simple attack, Griffith's gauntlets and arms had cracks as small as hairlines. Although the injuries were minor and almost negligible, Griffith's whole body became stiff immediately after being hit, and his skin turned a clear dead gray color, like rocks and gravel that had been placed for thousands of years, condensing into A block of inorganic matter.
Griffith, who was originally going to fight his way out among the Vampires with the holy sword in full body armor, immediately staggered a little, and stiffness and paralysis spread rapidly along his wrists to his whole body.
Petrified!
Erza jumped up and turned into a gust of wind, carrying Griffith out of the trap between Rorschach and the Vampires. While flying, the dagger in her hand turned into lightning, flashing across Griffith's injured wrist.
The wound on the wrist that was petrified by condensation suddenly exploded, revealing the bloody wound, and a cloud of mist with a strong corrosive smell also emerged.
The two sides are divided into two sides. Erza helped Griffith retreat to a corner of the mine, leaning against the rock wall. Rorschach and his vampires blocked the exit. The severe pain made Griffith grit his teeth, and the blood vessels on his forehead swelled due to the severe pain.
"Say goodbye to your arm, you bastard!" A vampire wearing a baron ribbon laughed, "Unless you have the strong vitality of our vampire, you will never be able to resist Lord Rorschach's disintegration!"
Griffith took a deep breath and cheered up. The blood flow from the wound on his wrist had stopped, and the spread of petrification had been suppressed as the flesh and blood was cut out. The shocking injury was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Griffith's physique has long been close to that of a troll, and the War Knight has the most powerful resistance among all extraordinary paths.
"What!" The vampire baron was shocked and quickly said to his tribe, "Is this reasonable?"
"Woman, your next sentence is!" The vampire who was just cut into two pieces was a viscount. His vitality was surprisingly strong. He was not dead even after such a serious injury. He was coughing under the rescue of the blood servant. The disgusting black liquid shouted at Erza, "The four of you together can't possibly defeat two God's Hands!"
Erza was kissing a ring on her right hand. As the red lips opened slightly, the clear singing voice flowed like spring water. Along with the glory and victory, the championship ring "Brynhil" and her momentum began to grow at an astonishing speed.
Arriving here, Erza, who had lost almost all her equipment, was resonating with the Lord of the Rings she controlled!
The Minos held by Griffith has the power to rival the Sequence Five Death Knights, and the magnificent light and spiritual power of the Lord of the Rings in Erza's hand, which has never been shown before, breeds all creatures that face her. A desire to kneel before the goddess of victory.
The Viscount opened his mouth and was speechless. He blinked at the Earl of the Blood Tribe, the highest-ranking and eldest of his kind. The count was looking at Erza quietly, noticed his companion's little movements, and sang with a charming baritone and opera accent:
"I admit that you are very strong, but if, I mean, if we invite a high-level warlord, how should you respond?"
As he spoke, the Vampire Earl waved his staff, and a purple beam of light rose from the ground, tearing through the darkness underground!
A tall and powerful troll boldly walked out of the purple beam of light! At the same time as he appeared, a scorching fire-like momentum swept over him.
"What a powerful challenger," the troll smiled. "Little Bat, I am very satisfied with your tribute."
The troll was holding a pair of bloody steel axes, and his naked upper body was covered with countless large and small wounds, each of which looked like a noble medal. His eyes only fell on Erza, his jagged fangs rubbing excitedly:
"I hear a whisper from the void...it trembles my soul,
"The moment of promotion is coming, human beings,
"High-ranking Warlord Ekirum is here to be your opponent!"
…
The fighting spirit is whispering, and the wind pressure is turning.
Erza looked at the powerful enemy in front of her, raised her hand and pointed towards the exit leading outside.
You go outside. This is my battlefield.
After years of companionship and fighting, there was no need for words between the two. Griffith suddenly started up and rushed towards the exit.
"This is your prison!" The Vampire Earl raised his staff and chanted quickly, intending to throw a stagnant spiritual barrier towards the exit.
However, it does not wait for this spiritual energy to take shape. The blood count wailed. A lightning-like whip appeared in Erza's hand and hit the Count. In less than a second, everyone present heard the earl's body scream like a boiling kettle.
The mystery is steaming and the magic is burning!
Psychic burning!
When a demon hunter reaches the extraordinary realm, he will master some of the abilities of abyss monsters, burning and sucking the enemy's spiritual energy in a very short time, disintegrating their abilities.
"one."
Erza knocked down the Vampire Count with just one blow, transformed into a bolt of lightning, and appeared in front of the Vampire Viscount in the next moment.
"Lord Rorschach, save..."
The Viscount, who had just managed to stick his body together, howled, then fell to the ground spinning. His confused eyes only saw the blood servant beside him flying into the sky like a piece of paper, and a sexy leather boot stepped on his chest.
"Bang"
The unlucky vampire viscount was trampled in half on the spot!
The last vampire baron panicked and suddenly turned into hundreds of black bats, about to fly away in all directions.
"two."
With a faint smile on her lips, Erza raised the troll spear she carried with her and swung it from top to bottom in the direction where the vampires were fleeing.
The shock wave set off by this swing was like a scimitar cutting through the air, and the bats that were still fleeing in the air like clouds suddenly exploded into pieces, exploding into a continuous blood mist in mid-air. When the blood mist finally dispersed, it condensed into an illusion of the vampire baron's desperate wailing, but it could not last for a moment in the sweeping sound waves, and then shattered and went away in the wind.
Griffith had already rushed to the exit without any hindrance. In just a few seconds, the situation on the battlefield has undergone a fundamental reversal. It was like a thunderstorm fell in the mine, and the strong wind that came out was like a knife blade scraping across the cheek, mixed with gravel, broken bones and all kinds of indescribable masses, rushing out of the tunnel in such a dense manner that even breathing was difficult. To be suffocated.
Erza, who liberated the Ring, cleared most of the enemies almost instantly! The only fighting force left around Rorschach was the high-level troll warlord who had arrived.
"You go after that knight," the Troll Overseer asked Rorschach to leave, licking his lips cut by the wind pressure alone, staring at Erza intently, holding the two axes tightly, "This is such an honor!"
(End of chapter)
