"Mr. Coors, your Excellency has been attacked, right?"

Hans, who came in a hurry, had a hint of "why didn't you inform me" in his tone, you must know that although his combat effectiveness is not as good as that of Veneto, they are all five-star, and the gap is actually not that big.

Veneto can play and prove that he should be fine.

"You have a more important task, stay here, stabilize the morale of the army, the whole castle is already like a kettle on the stove, and the supplies stored here must not be lost."

In addition to Lothar's personal guards, Fort Freaimai was garrisoned by many non-combatants, including clerks who counted food supplies, scribes, people who transported heavy loads, and monks who were not combatants.

When these people saw the strangeness on the tower, how could they still remain calm.

Moreover, even a battle-hardened warrior is desperate to know what is happening at this moment.

As soon as many people saw Coors's figure, they immediately flocked to him and asked, "Lord Coors, what was that just now?" The Marquis used the Holy Lance, right? ”

"Who the hell attacked the Marquis? What are we going to do, Lord Curs, give us an idea! ”

"As the Marquis's Praetorian Guard, we can't just stand here and wait."

Coors didn't speak, just patted Hans on the shoulder, and drifted away just as the people were about to surround him.

A helpless smile appeared on Hans's face, why do I always do this kind of thing?

"Don't be alarmed, the pagan demons have indeed attacked the Marquis, because they are afraid, they are afraid that the Marquis will cross the river and take their lives. Do you think that the Marquis will fall in the face of an assassination that does not go into the flow? ”

"Now, immediately perform your duties and return to your posts!"

His tone was firm, but he couldn't help but feel a little panicked in his heart.

This time the enemy must be extraordinary.

Otherwise, it would not be possible for Miss Na, Miss Pranya, Miss Cellinina, and Veneto to go out together, even a powerful spellcaster like Anna who has half a foot in the legend does not have this kind of arrangement.

…

"I had no clue at all, and I couldn't detect anything unusual."

"The castle is just a little bigger, the cellar, the secret room. We've already looked for the places to go. ”

"Where the hell will it be?"

At the moment, Coors was carrying Frigila on his back, turning into ghostly shadows, constantly jumping in the shadows of the castle.

He didn't answer Frigila's self-talk, in terms of blood magic attainments, he, the "Blood Shadow Demon", was definitely no match for Frigila, a blood princess with an orthodox heritage.

He didn't want his answer to mislead Frigila's own thinking.

"This is obviously not in line with common sense, under normal circumstances, the magic power contained in the blood demon source is definitely not much, and to maintain an enchantment that is isolated from the inside and outside, the consumption is even greater."

At the very least, the "Demon Source" she had accumulated during this time was completely insufficient to support her to perform blood magic of this intensity.

"But if it is a magic source with extremely abundant magic power, with my perception of blood magic power, it is impossible not to find any clues, even if it is a secret magic source stored by my father, it will not be able to hide my perception."

"So, the problem should be that the indigenous vampires of this world are different from the blood clan of our Blood Court."

"Curs, let me down, I can't figure this out, even if the demon source is in front of us, we won't be able to find it."

Coors stopped, and looked at Frigila calmly, neither urging nor encouraging, he knew very well that Miss was in a hurry now more than anyone else, and there was no point in urging.

Frigila said to herself with a solemn expression, "What's the biggest difference between us and the native vampires? The reason is that we are alive, and they are like living corpses that have come back from the dead—it must be that that interferes with our perception. ”

"So."

"I have to invoke the power of death."

She raised her head suddenly, and in her blood-colored pupils, a black luster quickly spread: "Curs, next, no matter what order I give, you must complete it unconditionally - I promise, there will be danger, but it will never be as great as you think." ”

Coors's expression was gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Have you thought it through?" Even if we can't find the Demon Source, with Ms. Jeanne, Ms. Prajna, and Miss Cellinina, there is a high probability that the adults will still be able to survive the difficulties. ”

Fringira nodded heavily, "Of course, Kurs, it's not just for the sake of the adults - I also need the source of this native vampire!" ”

"Coors, cast a spell on me to manipulate the dead!"

Coors's lips twitched, and after a moment, he whispered, "As you wish, Miss." ”

…

Under the blood-colored dome.

Raindrops fell on the huge black shield that was propped up above Lothar's head.

The ghost-faced shield showed a sloppy expression, it had long known that it would not be good if it was called out, after all, the shield was to be beaten in most cases.

Moreover, it can withstand this level of attack.

The hard part is the one that comes later.

Even the Ghostface Shield knew that these blood-colored raindrops were just a prelude to the enemy's next furious offensive.

The smell of blood in the air had become more and more intense, and with each breath, there was a feeling of dizziness and nausea that wanted to pass out.

Veneto's giant werewolf's hair was beaten into locks of blood, and his beastly golden eyes, which had suppressed anger over and over again, finally burst out.

Only a long wolf howl was heard, and its werewolf body, which was already more burly than Hans's werewolf form, actually swelled again.

Immediately after, the incomparably burly werewolf chose the method that best suited his fighting style, and leaped into the blood-colored dome that looked like some kind of giant biological organ.

"Sure enough, I still can't expect people like grandpa to calm down and think about things."

Cellinina sighed helplessly, and the blood droplets that spilled would be blown away by the wind before they touched her.

She is not worried that Veneto's life will be in danger, as a berserker, Veneto is like the bronze five Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, the more dying he is, the stronger his combat power is, and the more difficult it is to die, which fully explains what it means to get closer to death, the farther away from death you can get.

At this time.

Blood, already soaked the surface of the feet.

The heavy iron boots were in the blood, and Lothar felt that every time she lifted her foot, it felt like it was going to be glued to the ground.

Then.

A blood-colored hand reached out from beneath the water's surface, but before it could touch Lothar's ankle, it was trampled off by Prajna.

The splattered drops of blood hung in the air, quickly turning into a terrifying blood shadow like a demon, and it landed on all fours, like a skinned vicious dog, roaring and pounced on Lothar.

Flames rose up, and golden holy light shrouded the cross sword, splitting the blood shadow with a sword.

Today's Lothar is not what it used to be, the previous holy spear, the load on him is not too serious, his current spiritual power is still surplus, he can come to another holy spear, and it is natural to cast this kind of ordinary holy flame with weak consumption.

Lothar glanced back at Jeanne and saw that she shook her head, and stopped the idea of fighting back.

In terms of combat intuition, his little combat experience was completely inadequate compared to Jeanne's veteran "witcher", so he chose to fully trust Jeanne's instructions.

At this time, more and more blood-colored monsters began to appear.

(End of chapter)