After crossing the Jura Forest, the Chaldeans finally reached the northeastern part of France.

was sniped before, Fujimaru Rika still has palpitations, Mathieu is tense all the time, a pair of purple eyes are full of seriousness, his arms are full of strength all the time, he picks up the big shield, his shoulders shake slightly, and he will definitely rush to Fujimaru Rika if there is a little wind and grass.

This kind of performance, even Fujimaru Rika herself felt that she was overreacting.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Arash shouted again.

Looking at Matthew again, as if reflexively, he rushed over with an arrow step, and the big shield blocked in front of Fujimaru Rika, and he rarely shouted: "What direction!" ”

"Ah, it's not an enemy attack. Traces of the battle were found at the front. About three kilometers away. ”

Seeing her react like this, Arash smiled apologetically, smiled awkwardly, and explained.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders and hair drooping together, looking like a puppy, a little lost.

(Clairvoyance!) ）

Vlad III praised in his heart, and there was more admiration in his eyes when he looked at him.

Arash is not the kind of Heroic Spirit that gives a [hip] feel.

In fact, if you throw him into Europe in the XII or XIII centuries, you can't even tell whether he was a servant or a local archer.

However, in this way, the person who has repeatedly tempered his skills to the peak is the most valuable.

As an archer, he has a long shooting distance, excellent shooting accuracy, a wide field of vision, and a powerful bow. It can be said that he has top qualities as an archer. Simple, but incredibly powerful.

It can be seen that Fujimaru Rika will feel much more at ease as long as Arash is still around.

(Yu can't admit defeat either.) In order to clear the name of the demon Dracula, Yu must be more reliable. ）

Thinking so, Vlad III rushed to the front first.

Legend has it that vampires have the legend of creatures that transform into wolves, bats, and so on. Of course, under the deliberate control of Vlad III, he tried not to use this power as much as possible.

Charging ahead, sure enough, a team of men and horses could indeed be seen in the distance, the number of them was about ten, and the women holding thin swords were rushing to the forefront with gorgeous skirts, using smooth swordsmanship to force back the sea demons surging up around them.

The Sea Devil isn't a tough character to deal with, but there are two red-eyed dragons in the sky!

Obviously, the Wyvern is treating the team of centaurs on the ground as a delicacy.

Although the female swordsman's swordsmanship was excellent, after all, humans could not escape the constraints of gravity and could not fly into the sky to fight those flying dragons to the death.

There was a young gorgeous young man beside him, but he looked like he was enjoying it, waving his hands, and kept summoning projectiles with condensed magic power to bombard the Wyvern, but because of the accuracy problem, it couldn't bother the flexible Wyvern at all......

Vlad III asked Fujimaru Rika for advice, and naturally, got a positive reply.

"Traveler ahead! Yu is coming! Help is coming! ”

However, hearing that help was coming, nothing changed in the group.

It's better to say that there was no tension at all before, and now naturally I won't relax because the rescuers are coming.

"I'm talking to myself and getting younger, I thought you were any different. Isn't this the same (waste) as before? ”

The old woman in a gorgeous dress and a huge flower hat on her head waved the thin sword in her hand, looking that she was already fifty or sixty years old, but her skills were still vigorous, and it could be inferred that she was a good swordsman when she was young.

The hem of her skirt was inconvenient to move, so she carried it in one hand, and the European rappier, which could be easily used with only one hand, took a nimble step under her feet, rushed forward, retreated, and skillfully entered the enemy formation, as if she had exposed a noble lady in need of protection to the dragon's field of vision, but as long as the circling predators tried to pounce, she would definitely arrive first, swinging her sword to block the dragon.

Yes, swing your sword to block it!

For the Immortal, this is a basic ability, but the problem is that the old woman has no trace of magic on her body, she is really just a human.

The thin sword in her hand can force the flying dragon back, which shows her skills and wrist strength, presumably, when she was young, she must have been a well-known swordsman.

While fighting, she said this with a slight mockery to the blonde young man in a gorgeous robe beside her.

Judging from the tone, she and this young man must be acquainted, and it is a relationship similar to a bad friend, and after the fight, she didn't forget to make fun of the friends around her who operated the magic projectile.

Sure enough, hearing her quipping words, the corner of the young man in gorgeous clothes raised a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed:

"I'm not a combat type after all. But when it comes to elegance, I'm the better one. After all, in front of Mary, I wouldn't make rude movements. Elegant and pleasing to the eye, my fight is worthy of being a genius fight. Maria must have liked it more. ”

As he spoke, his arms were as if he were a band conductor, and his wrist shook, and under his hands, between his sleeves, the magic condensed into music-like ripples, flowing gorgeously, and the beam of light condensed into an offensive light bullet, and the brush was launched. Fortunately, the sea devil was slow to dodge at all, but the flying dragon only flapped its wings and easily escaped from the attack range and dodged.

These two people sang and harmonized, and the atmosphere was relaxed, but the battle situation was not optimistic. Beside them, a group of French soldiers, who looked better armed, held weapons that were considered advanced at the time, wore high black hats like those common in classical paintings, and a dozen people protected the noblewoman in the center, forming a circle. Thanks to the low strength of the sea demons, even with modern firearms that are not mysterious, they can be harmed, otherwise the Chaldeans would not have had a chance to meet them.

Seeing this, Vlad III knew that it was time for him to manifest himself.

One flew into the enemy formation, excited, and unfolded with all his strength, from his pitch-black robe, countless blood condensed into a blade sharper than any blade, and stabbed out wildly towards the surroundings, like a meat grinder, quickly harvesting the sea demons around him.

Amidst the flying slices of meat and the disgusting purple-green juice, Vlad III's long aristocratic hair and maniacal smile can only make people feel fear.

That's it!

Piercing male!

Everywhere you go! Countless stakes will destroy the enemy! And show it!

Someone once said of Vlad III: "I am not afraid of any kind of enemy. However, demons are excepted].

This bloody method of fighting does not blame others for reminiscent of demons.