While Murphy and his little players set up an ambush for the convoys and fought to the death against the elite of the Wolf Venom Clan, the rest of the battlefield made similar progress.

The moment the camp was on fire, Miss Feimis sent Lady Adele back with a few elite blood servants, mainly to find Murphy to deliver the news, but also to see what hell was going on in the camp.

Knowing that something was wrong, Lady Adele traveled to Murphy's defense zone alone, while several of her Blood Servants were directed back to the burning camp, only to collide head-on with four witch hunters who were about to leave.

"Kill!"

The five elite blood servants did not make any superfluous moves, and rushed forward with their spears in their hands at the moment they saw the enemy, although they were all servants in the service of vampires like Maxim, but being able to be carried by the Midnight Hunters fully proved that they were well-trained blood "reserves", and their combat effectiveness was not much different from that of the elite of the human army.

It has also been strengthened by the vampire masters with dark psionic energy, and is not afraid of witch hunters.

At the same time, a very dark humor is that because of the terrible weakening that vampires will suffer in the sun, the army of these armed blood servants is actually the main force in the true sense of the word in Cadman City and the entire Translancia region.

"Vampire wild dogs! Death! ”

The four witch hunters were tortured terribly, but they were determined to die by this time, and they grabbed their weapons and fought with the blood servants in this burning camp.

"Little Natalie! Come on! We're going to keep these wild dogs at bay. ”

The one-armed veteran Potter put a combat claw on his hand and pounced on it, knocking a Blood Servant to the ground.

The two fought each other like hungry beasts in the firelight, vowing to stick their fangs into each other's throats, as did Norman, another veteran soldier next to him, whose skin was cut open but would be unaware, just dragging his broken body in silence.

But they don't just fight for the sake of fighting.

The veteran's hoarse cry made the huntress Natalie's heart tremble, she knew that everyone took care of her, and now she would desperately cover her escape even if she was in this desperate situation.

However, this care is a burden.

Since the beginning of the Ten Years' War, she has lost too many friends and companions, and she has lost countless numbers of deaths.

She knew very well that the battle was desperate at the moment, but she didn't want to run anymore, and maybe dying here would be a good ending.

Curse the damn world!

Here, peace is just an illusion that is boring and will never be realized!

She looked up, and in her barely open left eye, she could see the flickering sun psionic energy at the end of the swamp on the other side.

Those blazing lights are like the scorching sun in the night, which also means that the midnight hunters have hit the hard stubble, and the other party has the high-level psionics of the Ring Tower in charge!

The flicker of this solar barrier alone is enough to make those evil people in the darkness suffer.

If you can consume nearly 60 vampire elites at once, it will definitely be a very remarkable record.

If the Church of Avalon were still around, Natalie and her team would likely be canonized after this battle and become apologetics to be revered by all.

Sadly, the Church of Avalon has become a forgotten old religion in the world.

The organization that had nurtured her and whom she saw as the home of her soul had been wiped out ten years earlier, and the warriors who had fought to hunt down evil spirits and defend humanity had become lost dogs.

"Bang"

The violent clash of weapons awakens Natalie from her daze, making her realize that she is still in the midst of a terrible battle.

This kind of distraction shouldn't happen to the elite.

The fact that she was able to do so already showed that her body, which had been strengthened by the Spirits of Nature, had reached its limit.

She thought she could still fight, but her body had begun to crumble.

The hideous-looking Blood Servant kicked Natalie in the abdomen, causing her to spurt out a mouthful of blood and fall to the dust-strewn ground, the guy stepped forward with a sharp blade to harvest her head, and in the chaos of the ground, the veteran Potter could be seen stabbing his claws into the enemy's neck, and he had a broken spear stuck in his waist.

"Don't touch her!"

A hoarse scolding came from the other side, causing Natalie to look back with difficulty to see a frail Amber leaning against the carriage with a crossbow in both hands.

This thin, sensual but determined scout girl is supposed to have found a weapon in the vampire's carriage.

She was aiming hard.

But the toxin's blindness in her right eye made it difficult for her to be as sharp as before.

"Poof"

The flying arrows flew out, shooting the bloodmaid who raised his sword to the ground, and the two bloodmaids also turned their heads to kill Anbo.

She had no chance to reload her bolts.

Almost simultaneously, Natalie and Old Norman grabbed the two wounded Bloodservants with their last strength and dragged them to the ground, fighting with their fists and teeth until Amber crawled up covered in blood and pierced the eyes of the last two Bloodservants with a dagger.

Four desperate witch hunters lie in a burning camp in shambles.

They were dying.

Even if they had won another precious victory and the fire was about to burn, they no longer had the strength to climb out of this vortex of death.

Amber tried to drag Natalie in tow, but as soon as she got up, she fell beside her captain, staring at her with her left eye, her thirsty lips moving slightly to deliver the message.

She was sorry for what she wanted to say.

But there is no need to apologize.

Dying in such a battle is the best place for the now homeless witch hunters.

It's better than going back alive to the disgusting and fearful gazes of those they once protected, to be called a traitor, and then sent to another battlefield of death by the ruthless and indifferent Ring Tower psionics.

Their lives have become expendable to war, and perhaps that has been their position since the beginning.

Natalie closed her eyes.

She felt tired.

She just wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to welcome death in your sleep and be reunited with your mother in another world, and the memories of that loved one seem to be blurred in the black nightmare of war.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in the night, and amid the panting and restless neighing of the horses, the tall knights from afar jumped to the ground and walked quickly into the dead camp.

The tragic sight in front of him moved the knight with his hood and an oak sword on his back.

Realizing what was going on, he bent down and carried the nearest Natalie and Amber out of the camp, and then turned around to find the veterans Potter and Norman.

These two guys are dead...

But the breath was only a few minutes ago, and the soul had not yet gone to Hades, so there was still salvation!

"May Avalon bless you, the mission of the Loyal is not over."

The knight whispered the name of the god and took the emerald seed from his belt bag and stuffed it into the mouths of the two veterans.

As his emerald green fingers struck their hearts, the seeds of life fused with their hearts and began to beat faintly again in this strange state.

In this case, it is only between five and five that can be saved, but tonight, I really favor the warriors.

Natalie is quickly awakened by the commotion around her.

She could feel the warm water flowing into her mouth, and the strange taste was probably the addition of herbs, which relieved her extremely tired spirit at once, and she opened her eyes with difficulty to see a familiar face.

Wrinkled, as if mournful, gray hair stretched from under the hood, scars remained on the left eye and the bridge of the nose, and a trace of worry appeared in those old eyes.

"Father... War... Commander..."

A spirited of the huntress seized the old knight's hand, and she coughed, and said with difficulty:

"We... Didn't finish it..."

"Rest, kid, you've done a good job."

The old knight, known as the "War Leader", reassured:

"Your Saker Swift Shadow brought the news back to Command, and it is the same that led me here, and you have sent nearly one-sixth of the Bloodvulture Clan's rangers into a trap, which is quite a feat.

I'm coming.

I'll get rid of the rest. ”

"For... For the warriors... Avenge! Please..."

Natalie finally put her mind at ease.

Her tired spirit could no longer hold on, and she fell asleep with her head tilted.

Then a small but fierce and intelligent gray falcon flew down anxiously and landed beside Natalie, bouncing around Natalie, screaming at the old knight.

"She's fine, Swift Shadow."

The old knight stood up, pulled down his hood over his cheek, and said to the falcon:

"Take care of them, I'll take care of the rest."

With a whistling sound, he let the tall red horses rush into the camp, and without slowing down, he grabbed the reins and rolled up, trampling through the burning camp and rushing down the filthy swamp path.

The flames burned behind him, stretching the figure of the old knight.

As he got closer to the vampire's battlefield, the sword behind him with a handle and decoration made of sacred white oak began to hum eerily.

"Well, it's good that you feel the evil in front of you."

The White Oak Warlord felt the frenzy rising in his weapon, and he said in a dumb voice:

"It's been a while since the fall of the Old Religion that you've been so active, are you still remembering the shame that the Blood Vulture left you? Just right!

I'm going to be very angry!

Sacrifice the eternal silence of the vampires and a revenge of the woodlands, O Holy Blade, please help me. ”

The hum of the oak greatsword wrapped in tattered sword cloth turned into the strange howl of the forest wind, causing the trees around them to tremble as they made way for the knight riding forward.

The vines receded, the branches raised, the branches tilted, as if in response to the old knight's charge as he drew closer to the battlefield, and the piercing sound of the sword seemed to respond, like a shout and urging.

Finally, he saw the Midnight Hunters retreating in the darkness in front of him.

The disgusting scarlet ghosts were retreating in the harsh night sunlight, protected by the night, thinking they could escape.

Is... Naive!

"Retreat!"

Miss Phimes slammed the dark psionic lightning in her hand into the three remaining gun-wielding soldiers in front of her.

Her hunters had suffered a bit of a loss from the damned psionics, and although they had killed four times as many human soldiers and witch hunters as they were, the eldest lady knew there was no point in staying here and continuing to fight after realizing that the convoy's wagons had broken away.

It's not impossible to take out the high-level psionics of the Tower of the Ring.

But it doesn't make sense!

If they kill one here, the Tower of the Ring will send three more, and as a base camp for psionic users in the human world, no one knows how many psionics there are in the Tower of the Ring.

The human ability to learn is terrifying.

The lives of these short-lived species are like pathetic fireworks, yet the rate at which they grow makes every vampire, nay, every otherworldly creature feel jealous.

The eldest lady has already ordered a retreat.

The midnight hunters, who had lost more than ten rangers, retreated decisively, they had an absolute speed advantage, and the opponent's pursuit force was dead.

They wanted to leave, but no one could stop them.

But just as the vampires turned back, they saw that the smuggler's woodland, which had just been calm, had instantly transformed into a maze full of malice.

Vines fluttered like snakes up the canopy, dragging the flying hunters into the forest, while the shadows of the trees on the ground reflected unsettling lines.

They are trapped.

Then the blue-green flames suddenly rose and turned into slashing swords in the darkness, splitting the midnight hunter in two.

In the wind as the red warhorse carried his knight leaping through the wind, the felled midnight hunter screamed and turned into a burning rotten wood, flickering with scarlet embers and finally dissipating into the whistling forest.

This scene made Miss Femis's blood-colored pupils constrict in an instant.

Is that an elite midnight hunter who is heading towards the silver tier, and he can kill it with such an easy one-hit? Not even a chance to recover and escape?

Who is coming?

And that strange sword!

What's that?

The old knight seemed to sense the surprise of the eldest lady floating in the air, and he raised his head in the scattered embers as he slashed down a midnight hunter with another swing of his sword.

The old man's eyes were carefree and weak, replaced by a sharp and cold gaze.

"Old Cult Saint, Lord of Oak, and Chief White Knight Finoch Lawson salutes the Blood Vulture! The death knell of eternal silence has sounded! Repent, evil. ”

He shouted.

With a wave of the Oak Blade that burned the Purifying Fire, the vampire attacking from behind was slashed down by a sword, and the even more dazzling crimson embers burst open, causing the eldest lady to turn around and flee without hesitation or even any response.

She had heard the name, at a very young age.

Oak Knight Finok, one of the Three Saints of the Old Church... Gold Rank!

Damn it!

This human monster that's at least 200 years old shouldn't be here!

Have you forsaken us, O Mother of the Night?