"Ah, look, my Majesty, how pure those girls are-I can't help but go forward and drink." The hidden man looked at Chalde and his group intoxicatedly.
It happened that the Chaldeans and their group were all women and looked like girls.
Fujimaru Rika, Mathue, Joan of Arc, and Lawrence (?).
"Be careful, it is a servant of Assassin and Berserker," Dr. Roman reminded.
Masch fought too often, and had already put the big shield in front of him. The gems beside Lawrence turned into sharp blades, and there was no movement for the time being.
This is a city, and the map cannot accurately locate which city is in France, but before the arrival of the two riders, Mathue and Lawrence were clearing the two-legged flying dragons above the city.
Then, two followers fell from the sky on a flying dragon.
"I saw it, it looked really delicious." The white-haired man looked a little excited.
His eyes scanned back and forth between the four people.
"I can't wait, Countess, I'm going to get on first." He turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, and the spear in his hand wanted to find Fujimaru Rika.
Fujimaru Rika is the only one among this group of people who are not following, so they naturally have to pick the soft ones.
"Haha, I'm so impatient." The lady-like dark hidden person chuckled twice, turned around, but disappeared from the spot.
The only job skills of the hidden person, the breath is blocked.
"Don't think of success!" Mashu shouted and directly placed his shield in front of Fujimaru Rika.
The spear and the shield collided with each other and made a heavy sound.
"Ahhhh, do you want to be eaten by me for your Lord instead? The beautiful girl." The man did not hesitate and kept stabbing the spear.
Mashu ignored this frivolous old man, but kept using his shield to resist his attack.
Swish-
"Um?"
The man touched his face with his fingers.
It's blood.
Looking to the side, dozens of crystal blades flew towards him from all angles.
"Born little trick." The man has a very high martial arts skills. Even if these weapons of Lawrence are directly condensed with magic, they cannot change the fragility of the gems.
Although there are extremely hard gems such as diamonds, if the object you are facing is a servant, then it is very likely that it will be broken as soon as you touch it.
The male servant swung his spear, and all the gem blades he tried to attack were shattered.
He turned his head and looked at Lawrence: "Please don't worry, even if the food is extremely delicious, you should pay attention to the difference between dessert and main course... Hum?" He suddenly felt that Lawrence, who was still condensing gem blades there, was a little strange.
...Is it an illusion?
Lawrence felt a little uncomfortable.
As a caster with no combat capability on the front, it is the most annoying thing to face such a berserker.
Made of props, a gem appeared on several people's necks.
Suddenly, Lawrence felt a chill in his neck.
The extremely high-quality diamond instantly condenses out of the neck, forming a diamond shell.
But something that seemed to be sharp claws still penetrated the diamond shell.
Lawrence was directly scratched by this claw and rolled forward, but it was also considered taking advantage of the situation to avoid the next attack.
The diamonds were broken, and the long burgundy hair was cut a lot. Lawrence had several wounds with deep bones on the back of the neck.
Lawrence jumped away and looked alertly at the servant who was standing where he had just stood.
The job is Assassin, noble and elegant, but wearing a hideous and sharp mask.
Lawrence was thinking in his mind whether there was any heroic spirit that suited this person.
"Oh, I'm hiding so quickly, it's such a pity. It seems that this delicacy can only be enjoyed later." The Dark Hidden felt a little regretful if he failed to kill with one blow.
Joan of Arc beside him stabbed the flag as a spear.
The scene instantly formed a ball.
Annuo pinched his hands and a small diamond bottle appeared in her hands.
Unlock the lid and drink all the things inside.
The wound on the back of Lawrence's neck was not even a moment, and it was directly restored to its original state.
Mashu was fighting with the male Berserker. Although he did not gain the upper hand, he was at least not beaten.
On the other hand, Joan of Arc was suppressed and beaten by the female hidden person because of the lack of strength of the servant.
Women, they look like vampires.
A name was locked in Lawrence's mind.
"Since that's the case, then let me try it out a little."
While recovering from his injuries, Lawrence also strengthened his defense.
The magic flows, the exchange rate is on Lawrence's hands.
Crystal, covering Lawrence's fist.
"Well, although my power parameters are only E-level—" She smiled very well, and she could vaguely see the smell of pranks inside.
The other side of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was silently providing magic, happened to capture this scene.
"However, the hardness of the diamond is definitely more than E!"
Fujimaru Rikaxin understood the god and pressed her hand on Lawrence's back.
"Caster, go fight!"
The transparent crystal condensed on Lawrence's fist, half the size of a head, and she smiled confidently.
The diamond fists collided and made a crisp sound.
"See the power of the caster, Lord!"
Lawrence rushed out in a small skirt.
The vampire over there was happily suppressing Joan of Arc, who was inadequate, and was very happy.
"Ahhh, pure girl, please be my food obediently - puff!" Maybe she was a little careless, or maybe she was too intoxicated with the joy of winning, which made her a little distracted.
Lawrence, who rushed over, looked at the dark man who was hammered on his head by a diamond fist, and was caught off guard and was directly hammered on the ground. He wanted to continue the hammer, and there were a few gem blades around him continuing to fly.
The Dark Anonymous was very fast, and Lawrence avoided it before the hammer was hammered.
Joan of Arc stood aside in a daze and reflected: "Miss Lawrence!"
"Let's go together." Lawrence nodded.
The aura on this dark-hidden person is very wrong. Whether it is Joan of Arc, whose ability is weakened or Lawrence, who is not good at head-on battles, they will definitely lose. Joining forces is the best way.
Mashew was guarding against the male followers, Lawrence and Joan of Arc were back to back from the other two directions, and the three of them surrounded Fujimaru Rika in the middle.
The dark man disappeared after avoiding the thumping of Lawrence's diamond fist.
A scepter fell suddenly, Lawrence's reaction was fast enough to barely take it off with a diamond fist.
She could feel that even if this female servant was exerted in a state of madness, her power would not be too much stronger than her, to the point where she could not resist.
She has confirmed the identity of this woman.
The noble and elegant female vampire is naturally the one-Countess of Blood, Elizabeth Bartouri, that is.
Camilla!
Chapter completed!