People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 481
The black and red semi-coagulated blood had reached his ankles.

Monsters with grotesque shapes that even the most terrifying legends cannot describe are brewing from the blood.

Lothar and Prajna were back to back, constantly killing monsters one after another, but the monsters kept coming, as if they could never be killed.

Blood splashed, and a bloody monster like a vicious dog rushed toward Lothar.

He frowned.

He had clearly killed this monster with his own hands before, and every detail was correct. You know, although there are many of these monsters, he has never seen the same one so far.

"Are they resurrecting?"

But this time, the cross sword in Lothar's hand, which was covered with holy flames that obviously restrained dark creatures, was not able to easily cut it in two like last time.

The broken section of the monster and the bloody monster's body became charred black, but it still had the strength to bite Lothar.

Prajna subconsciously raised his shield to fight back, and the other one directly grabbed the forelimb of the other attacking monster and slammed it to the ground.

"Each time they kill, they become harder to kill - they are adapting to the attacks we are inflicting."

Lothar reminded loudly.

But after Lothar finished speaking, he suddenly realized that no one responded at all.

The people around him had all disappeared without realizing it.

"Welcome to my private arena."

The man's pale face slowly emerged.

He wanted to find emotions such as fear or nervousness on Lothar's face, but this enemy, who exuded an intoxicating fragrance that vampires couldn't resist, just stood there calmly, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Do you regret not accepting my suggestion just now?"

Lothar sneered and asked, "Do you think you have a chance to win?"

The vampire was not in a hurry to take action, and he was happy to just stall for time.

Being pulled into the world controlled by the other party and being separated was a situation that he had already expected, so naturally he would not panic because of it. What's more, now that he was no longer separated from his followers, he had no ability to resist. It's time to fight against the five scum.

Lothar watched the vampire's expression calmly.

An old antique who has lived for an unknown amount of time should not be as emotionless and full of emotions as he is now, but for this monster, his rationality has been swallowed up by his beastly nature, and his character flaws have been highlighted.

"Besides, I feel that you have always been the one who regretted it."

There was a sinister smile on the vampire's face. He did feel a little regretful at first, but looking at it now, whether it was the grimace shield containing infinite power of death or the blood rich in special power in these people, to him They are all vital treasures.

It can even be called his ladder to the gods.

"Haha, you guys have given me a great gift."

The vampire sneered: "I will defeat you one by one. Finally, I will enjoy your women in front of you. I promise that by then, I will chew up every piece of their flesh and blood. ——But the premise is that you can survive until that time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black light condensed in mid-air.

A knight holding a black lance in one hand and a black giant sword in the other, wearing a helmet that looked like devil's horns, suddenly appeared.

From the dark slit of the helmet, only a pair of red pupils could be seen.

Bloody flames rose from its body surface.

It wasn't fire, it was just a state of boiling blood magic.

As soon as the black knight appeared, the whole world seemed to be stagnant. He only felt a huge mountain being pressed on his chest, and even breathing became much more difficult.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Lothar's back. This enemy was actually so powerful.

"Talos, kill him."

The vampire ordered with a sneer, and then disappeared into the bloody space - his most important enemy was never Lothar, whether it was the woman carrying the "Holy Spear", the woman holding the two swords, or the ghost-faced shield. women are far more worthy of being taken seriously than Lothar.

The cross sword in Lothar's hand was once again filled with holy flames.

He frowned slightly, a little puzzled that he had just consumed a lot of sacred power, and after only such a short while, he was actually trying to replenish it.

But now is not the time to worry about this.

As the Blood Knight took steps, his body became more and more majestic, like a Titan from ancient times.

He raised the giant sword and spear in his hands, looking down from a high position. There was a sense of holiness in his face that could not be seen clearly, as if it was not filth made of blood at all, but sitting behind the stage, holding a code in his hand. the judge.

"You are guilty."

Heavy pressure came, and Lothar suddenly realized that his body seemed to be frozen, but his thoughts could still function normally.

In the bloody world, innocent souls came from all directions. Their faces were clearly visible, and many of them were faces that Lothar was familiar with or remembered.

Are these all people who have died in my hands or because of me?

Realizing this, Lothar suddenly found that the giant sword suspended above his head, like the dial of a giant clock, clicked down one notch.

Lothar broke out in a cold sweat. The scene that reappeared in front of his eyes turned out to be "rebels" who were collectively executed on the gallows with an order from Hans or Coors.

"You are guilty!"

The blood knight's tone rose by one dimension, and immediately after, the giant sword pointed downwards dropped by one level again. It was like the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head. As long as it dropped by one level, it would cut off his body. head.

There was deathly silence in Lothar's heart.

He saw the crying babies and the devastation after the war.

In Ella Port, countless people who were burned to death by his dragon flames surrounded his ears and let out shrill screams.

"Sinner, there are more than tens of thousands of people who died because of you, killed by your own hands?"

"How many innocent people, how many good people have died because of you?"

The blood knight's voice was full of compassion: "Having carried such sins, have you ever asked your heart? Have you ever known that your sins are so heinous?"

Lothar almost squeezed out a voice from her throat: "I'm not guilty!"

There was no irrational madness in his eyes, but only indifference and calmness. He repeated again: "I am not guilty!" "You don't know what kind of disaster this land will experience in the future."

"You wouldn't know that after the end of the Ayyubid dynasty's rule on this land, none of the Mamluk lords would focus on building their territory, but would attack each other and squeeze out every drop of oil from this land. Nor would you know that The population of Egypt under the rule of the Turks a few hundred years later would be less than half of what it is now."

"Plagues, natural disasters, and military disasters, without me, they will still prevail forever."

"It wasn't because of me that wars ensued."

"What I am leading is the right path. Even if I have to commit some evil deeds while walking on this path, I still have a clear conscience."

Lothar's voice became louder and louder, almost filling the entire bloody world, replacing the blood knight who seemed to dominate all things: "In the future, someone will naturally judge me, and someone will put a final verdict on me. No matter whether I am a tyrant or a wise king, it will not be your turn as a false god fabricated by a vampire to judge me."

On his armor, golden holy flames covered his whole body.

He raised the shining cross sword high, and the glow of the cross sword seemed to be blessed by divine power from nowhere at this moment, filling the whole world in an instant.

"Obsession."

"Not enlightened."

The Blood Knight let out a long sigh, and the giant sword fell from the sky, slashing down hard.

The golden light collided with the blood-colored light, and everything was blurred.

In the bloody world.

Jeanne was frowning and looking around.

It is obvious that they have been separated by this vampire. In the past, she could forcefully break through this kind of space spell with the help of holy flames, but now she does not have such abundant energy.

From this point of view, among the few of them, the one most likely to break through this barrier is Prajna, who has not yet become an elite.

It's just that Prajna is only at the first stage of refinement and has limited strength. If you count on her, you might as well count on the holy spear in your hand.

Behind her, footsteps suddenly sounded.

The blood condensed into the vampire's body. With a smile on his lips, he said politely: "Madam, your companions will die soon."

"How about we negotiate a deal?"

"As long as you put down the weapons in your hands and let me eat you, I will let them go, okay?"

His voice was very seductive, but Jeanne only responded with two words: "Holy!"

The next moment, the angel descended.

The blazing holy light burned the angel's body. She raised the holy spear in her hand and threw the weapon in her hand without reservation.

Although the enemy's identity was still not found.

But now, it is obvious that there can be no delay.

Among all the subordinates, she is the most powerful in terms of explosive strength. It is her duty to break the enemy's space.
"Who do I leave behind?"

Freimeburg.

Outside the window, people's devout prayers could be heard.

It seems that this is not a pagan castle that has just been captured, but a cave monastery under St. Catherine's Hill where evening prayers are being performed.

Hans took off his robe and put it on the pilgrims who were shivering with cold after nightfall. He carried a sword and wore iron armor, leading the guards to patrol around.

Freimeburg was eerily silent.

The Crusaders who were camped around the castle sent messengers one after another to inquire about strange things in the city, but Hans dismissed them all as the manifestation of the Holy Spear.

Ulm asked with some worry: "Master Hans, the Marquis will be fine, right?

"of course."

Hans had a confident smile on his face, but when he turned around, his smile was immediately covered with a layer of gloom.

In a castle separated only by a courtyard wall.

Fringilla's skin color changed from pale to leaden gray, her eyes were filled with gray, and the power of death flowed through her body almost without any defense.

Under normal circumstances, this is no different from committing suicide.

The vampires of the Blood Court are living creatures, representing the ultimate vitality. They are completely different from the vampires in this world who are full of decay and seem to have returned from hell. In addition to using the magic power of blood and developing descendants from humans, they are basically two different things. different creatures.

"Miss."

Coors hesitated to speak.

Fringilla is in a state of being transformed into a living corpse. Originally, it was absolutely impossible for this small spell to threaten Fringilla, a master of blood magic, but now she is not on guard at all, and is even actively leading to death. The transformation of your body by your breath.

If this continues, she will turn into a living corpse.

"Don't stop, I feel it already!"

After getting over the initial pain, Fringilla actually didn't feel bad. The world was gradually blurring like a layer of dust, and the five senses of touch, hearing, and smell were disappearing.

She seemed to be in another world.

In this dark world, a scarlet color flashed, filled with resentment, hatred and other negative emotions. It was the power of blood - it seemed very close to him, close at hand, within reach.

But the worst thing is that even though they are so close, there is a thin, impenetrable film between them.

"Go on, Coors, use all your strength, I can handle it!"

Fringilla really felt that she could bear it, and it wasn't very painful anyway. Even if she turned into a living corpse, it would be better than carrying this ghost body full of greed for blood, and not daring to face Lothar all day long. good.

With a sigh.

The wrinkles on Kors's face seemed to have become deeper.

There was no reservation in his hands, and all the blood magic power was poured into the simple seal that acted on Fringilla's body to control the dead body.

(End of this chapter)