"Dimitoriye Vatora, even if it's you, do you think you have a chance of winning against me?" Giriola looked at Vatora with a strange glint in her eyes.

"Won't you know if you give it a try?"

With eyes shining with a real red glow, Vatora stood in the dark, and he looked like a handsome blonde young man in a pure white coat. It's like a knight.

But the aura he exudes is too evil to call a knight.

What appeared on his face was an overly hideous smile full of anticipation and excitement about the killing.

A beautiful vampire woman who speaks the name of a battle-mad young nobleman.

Encounters between the terrible "old-generation" vampires -

The fluctuations of killing intent that almost oozes from the atmosphere stain the night of the "Demon Special Zone" with an ominous color.

……

A woman with long purple hair, holding a real red whip, looks at the young nobleman of the vampire.

In her decadent beauty, there was a hint of playfulness.

"- Dimitoriet Vatora...... how can the nobles of the 'War King Realm' be ...... here!?"

Vatora is a vampire of the first true ancestor of Europe, the Forgotten War King. Giriola knew the reason why a nobleman like Wattola would appear in this far-eastern "Demon Special Zone" far away from their Night Empire.

"It's an honor to meet you, Giriola Giralti, the princess of the clan who is connected by blood to the 'Queen of Chaos'."

As if to protect the ancient city and others, Vatora walked in front of Giriola. Giriola's beautiful lips contorted with displeasure.

"As the Forgotten War King' bloodline, do you plan to get in my way?"

Vatora, on the other hand, smiled as if she was waiting for Giriola's question.

"This is the Far Eastern 'Demon Special Zone' that the prestige of our True Ancestors can't reach. Isn't that a good script to stop you, the perpetrator of your murderous deeds, because of the recognition of the Sanctuary Treaty as a diplomatic envoy? ”

"Hunt us escaped from the prison barrier, that's your plan, right?"

Finally discovering Vatora's purpose, Giriola glared at him with a prickly gaze.

This handsome young nobleman is very famous for being feared by the demons of Europe as a war maniac.

In order to alleviate the boredom of immortality, Vatora constantly pursues battles against powerful enemies, and is said to have devoured vampires of her own kind.

For that kind of Wattola, the fierce demon guide criminals who were imprisoned in the prison barrier were the prey that they couldn't seek, and it would be better if they could fight legally.

"Nope." Vatora shook her head gracefully, "I came to hunt at the invitation of the Fourth True Ancestor. ”

"Really?" Giriola glanced at the ancient city meaningfully, and once again looked at Vatora's body, "Are you sure you want to stop me?" ”

"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually hurt. I'm looking for an opponent who can accompany me in my recovery. ”

Vatora told in a serious tone. A thin layer of sweat rose from Giriola's forehead, and she jerked the whip in her right hand.

"What a big appetite, snake charmer...... But can you kill my beast? - Give it to me, poisonous needles! ”

With that, she raised her left hand high.

The blood that spurted from her left hand finally took on the form of a new beast.

That's right, this is exactly the same as the beasts that attacked the ancient city just now, and countless swarms of true red bees have attacked Wattola!

Giriola continued to let out an exaggerated laugh.

"Hahahaha, that's fun!" Vatora laughed maniacally, and that smile was due to the excitement of finding an opponent!

Facing the dense swarm of real red bees, he didn't care about these at all, his expression still didn't change, he just raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Give it to me, 'Sugara'!"

The sea serpent-like beast wrapped around Vatora and materialized. Standing in the middle of a huge building, it gives people a sense of overwhelming coercion that is detached from reality.

A huge amount of magic that seemed to burn the night sky rushed through like a flash of light.

Baptized by the devastating impact, the swarm of true red bees was torn to shreds and disappeared. The body of the impact was a huge serpentine beast that shone brightly.

The sea serpent-like beast wrapped around Vatora and materialized. Standing in the middle of a huge building, it gives people a sense of overwhelming coercion that is detached from reality.

The cold eyes of the beast were staring at Giriola.

"As you deserve to be the Duke of Arudia, you are indeed the same as the legend."

The beast of Vatora, materialized again, hovered in the air menacingly and stared at her.

Vatora looked at the unresisted Giriola with some disappointment.

"Is it already over? Third, if the strength of the True Ancestor Clan is only to this extent, it can be regarded as something I am looking forward to in vain. ”

“…… Well, it doesn't matter, don't worry - I won't let you down! ”

Flicking her purple hair wildly, Giriola yelled. Her right hand floated like a mirage, and a true red whip shot out like lightning. The Whip's Beast, Giriola's "Weapon of Will", is aimed at the Beast of Vatora, which floats above her head.

In mid-air, countless thorn whips branched out and wrapped around the body of the giant sea serpent.

"Roar!" The serpentine beast roared again, but this time the roar was mixed with a hint of pain.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the snake-shaped beast let out a painful roar, and turned around abruptly, leaving behind the master of Wattola, and attacked the ancient city and others in the rear!

"I see...... It's not just humans you can manipulate......"

Realizing that control of the beast had been taken away, Vatora smiled faintly. It wasn't the usual haughty smile, but the satisfied smile he showed for the first time, a smile that was so hideous that it didn't contain a hint of gloom.

"Taste it, snake charmers—'poisonous needles'!"

Giriola smiled cruelly as well. The swarm of red bees reappeared over her head. That's not at all comparable to what was first seen. Five hundred, one thousand—that's a huge swarm of bees that can color a piece of the sky a true red. There are not many vampires who can summon such a number of beasts at once, even in the "old generation".

"Hahahaha, yes, really good. This is like a tragic singer! ”

Vatora laughed loudly. It was a look of satisfaction that he rarely showed.

With control of the beast seized and itself exposed to enemy onslaught, he rejoiced that the escaped from the prison barrier was the expected formidable enemy with his own life at risk.

The swarm of red bees pounced on him, looking as if a great flame had burned Vatora to ashes. It was the simultaneous attack of countless dependent beasts that could never be escaped.

However, at that moment, on the head of Vatora, a pitch-black whirlpool silently appeared, which was a huge whirlpool with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"-'Poison Needles'!?"

Giriola's beauty was distorted by consternation.

The swarm of red bees disappeared one after another before they touched the body of the young nobleman.

The pitch-black swirls on Vatola's head swallowed up the swarm.

"Beast ......!? Do you say!? ”

Did Giriola finally realize that the true identity of the dark vortex was a collection of thousands of snakes intertwined? The tens of thousands of snakes, one by one, stuck out their heads, bitten the swarms of bees, and then swallowed them alive.

The new beast that Wattola summoned was a serpentine beast with a thousand heads.

To devour the swarm of hundreds of bees, Vatora summoned snakes above it.

"It's been a long time since I've run into an enemy who needs to summon this guy, Giriola Girarti."

Wattola said contentedly. His blue eyes were dyed red, and huge fangs poked out of his lips. The ** of the young nobleman is obviously filled with powerful magic.

By eating Giriola's beast, he healed from the wounds he had sustained in the previous battle, and seemed to have regained the magic he had lost.

"My Beast...... You guy...... What did ......!? ”

Driven to the last minute, Giriora unleashed a red whip at Vatora herself, but the whip was also preyed upon by Vatora's newly released beast in mid-air. Countless snakes have eaten up the "weapons of will" that have branched out into countless branches.

Not just the whip, but even the wrist of the Giriola who held it-

"Ahh

As half of her right wrist was eaten, Gilliola screamed. For her, who was about to turn around and run away, the snakes kept attacking her. Her body was torn miserably and miserably, and her whole body was dyed with vermilion.

Eaters of the same race - this is the real reason why the vampires of Europe fear Wattola. Vatora devours vampires of her own kind and takes their power from them.

Giriola tries to turn her body into mist and escape, but is stopped by Vatora's other beast. The sea serpent, which can manipulate the air pressure freely, has made a dense wall of atmosphere, which does not allow her to escape.

"Haha, I'm still alive. It's a 'good generation', it's really good-"

Half of her body turned into mist, and Giriola fell to the ground. Looking at her miserable appearance, Vatora continued to laugh cruelly.

"No...... No...... Don't...... Let...... I......! ”

Giriola crawled on the ground with his remaining left hand, desperately trying to escape from Vatora.

Even an "old-generation" vampire with excellent regeneration abilities can't recover in a short time after being so badly injured. Giriola is no longer capable of fighting.

What awaits her is only unilateral torture.

On the other hand, the ancient city gritted his teeth and raised his hand as he watched Vatora ignore the beasts that were about to attack them.

"Snow Frost Wolf!"

Just as the ancient city was about to release his beast, a coquettish shout interrupted him.

The silver spear flashing with a cold luster appeared in front of the snake-shaped beast at an unimaginable speed, and without a trace of hesitation, it pierced the head of the giant snake, without the slightest vision, and without the slightest abnormal sound, the giant snake's beast and the whip's beast were all pinched and destroyed into nothingness under the piercing of the silver spear!

"Is it over?"

Looking at Giriola, who had been completely devoured by Vatora's beasts, the ancient city said in a flat tone.

Under the moonlit night, under the falling moonlight, a terrible battle is about to begin...