Erza looked at Rorschach with some curiosity. The mystery of the contamination caused physical mutations, but her sanity still remained. Human nature and extraordinary characteristics reached a delicate balance.
"Answer me, half-man, who sent you to join this fray?"
Rorschach did not 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. Rorschach was holding 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 too late, flew backwards like a ball. A dazzling high-energy flash shot out of the darkness, passing through the grid.
The spot where Riffis was just standing hit the rock behind, cutting out a stream of molten fire.
An indescribable smell floated 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 figures flashed out. They had an almost human appearance, even more human than the winged Rorschach. Their extremely pale faces could be called beautiful, but they also carried a cruel and uninhibited excitement.
and the sense of superiority of a superior race, the fangs at the corners of the mouth and the blood-red eyes lingering with endless desire.
Bloodlines?!
Griffith sensed the enemy's identity and intention, steadied his body, drew Judgment and fired a shot at the flickering black shadow.
A shrill scream rang out. The adamantine bullet hit something.
These dark creatures were killed and became even crazier. In addition to the suppressed pain, the harsh 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
stirred up and shattered.
Griffith used the silver cavalry shield "Fortitude" to block it. The sound wave hit the round shield, tearing the armor, and 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 is grim and cold, as if the depths of their souls have been filled with deathly silence, almost blending into the darkness underground. Before they rise up to attack, they can even hide their aura.
"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 and outflanked them from several directions. They threw spears densely and fiercely like a squadron. There were even crazy people who directly held the lit weapons.
The bomb hits Griffith.
"boom--!"
The deep mine shook. In the smoke of the explosion, the knight rushed out bravely, wrapped in silver light. The roaring spear hit his breastplate, causing sparks to fly, but was bounced away.
The vampires and blood servants who were besieging the War Knight were inexplicably shocked and even wanted to retreat irresistibly.
Griffith unfolds the mysterious special effect of the shield "Perseverance", and the shield itself turns into flying light, forming a penetrable light attribute barrier. Magic and physical attacks will be weakened when penetrating the Perseverance Shield.
This layer of light shield provides powerful protection against loss and has a powerful deterrent and additional defensive effect against black magic and dark creatures.
Griffith holds the light in his right hand, leans on the sky with his left hand, and rushes into 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 at the blood servant 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 vampire screamed and tried to escape. However, a sense of powerlessness captured by the vortex caught him. Griffith spun around and cut the vampire in half with a sword.
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 blood clan'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 burst like thunder, as if
Even the mountains and rivers had to be cut open, but Rorschach was like a swift in the wind, following the ripples of the air to avoid them with great dexterity.
The strong wind blew the black wings with a hunting sound, and Rorschach's body and arms were twisted in a way that was absolutely impossible for humans. The nails on the ten fingers were as sharp as razor blades, and they moved strangely along the arms of the war knight.
He circled upwards and gently cut and wiped the nails engraved with complicated runes on the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
After the seemingly simple attack, Griffith's gauntlet and arm suffered hairline-like cracks. Although the injuries were minor and almost negligible, Griffith's whole body became stiff immediately after being hit.
, the skin glows with a clear dead gray color, like rocks and gravel that have been placed for thousands of years, condensed into inorganic blocks.
Griffith, who was originally going to fight his way out among the Vampires with his armored holy sword, 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, and when Griffith was injured
A flash on my wrist.
The wound on the wrist that was petrified by condensation suddenly exploded, revealing a lake of flesh and blood, and a cloud of mist with a strong corrosive smell also emerged.
The two sides 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. Griffith gritted his teeth in severe pain, and the tattoo on his forehead
The blood vessels swelled due to 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 the disintegration of Lord Rorschach!"
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 startled 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 beat two God's Hands!"
Erza was kissing a ring on her right hand. As her red lips opened slightly, a clear chant flowed like a spring. Accompanied by the glory and victory, the championship ring "Brynhil" and her momentum began to impress.
Amazing growth rate.
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 grand light and spiritual power of the never-shown Lord of the Rings in Erza's hand make all creatures that face her breed...
An idea of wanting to kneel down and worship the goddess of victory.
The Viscount opened his mouth wide and was speechless. He blinked at the Earl of the Blood Tribe, the highest-ranking and eldest among the several members of his clan. The Earl was looking at Erza quietly and noticed the small movements of his companion.
, then 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 burly 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 held a pair of bloody steel axes, and his naked upper body was covered with countless wounds, each one like a noble medal. His eyes only fell on Erza, and his jagged fangs were excited.
rubbing against the ground:
"I heard a whisper from the void...it made my soul tremble,
"The moment of promotion is coming, human beings,
"High 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 and rushed towards the exit.
"This is your prison!" The Vampire Earl raised his staff and chanted quickly, intending to throw a stagnant psychic barrier towards the exit.
However, before the psychic energy could take shape, the vampire earl wailed. A lightning-like whip appeared in Erza's hand and struck the earl. In less than a second, everyone present heard the earl's voice.
His body screamed like a boiling kettle.
The mystery is steaming and the magic is burning!
Psychic burn!
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 the next moment.
"Lord Rorschach, save..."
The Viscount, who had just managed to stick his body together, howled, and then he 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 pointed towards him.
Chest pressed down.
"Bang"
The unlucky vampire viscount was trampled in half on the spot!
The last vampire baron panicked and turned into hundreds of black bats, flying 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 down in the air. The bats that were still fleeing in the air like clouds suddenly exploded into pieces and exploded into a continuous blood mist in mid-air. Finally, the blood mist dispersed.
At this moment, it condensed into an illusion of the desperate wailing of the vampire baron, but it could not last for a moment in the sweeping sound waves, and then broke and went away with the wind.
Griffith had rushed to the exit without any hindrance. In just a few seconds, the battlefield situation had undergone a fundamental reversal. It was like a thunderstorm falling in the mine, and the strong wind gushed out.
It was like a knife blade scraping across the cheek, mixed with gravel, bone fragments and all kinds of indescribable masses, rushing out of the passage so densely that even the breath was suffocated.
Erza, who had liberated the Lord of the Rings, cleared most of the enemies almost instantly! The only combat power left around Rorschach was the high-level troll warlord who had arrived.
"You go after that knight," the troll warlord 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!"