Normally there is nothing wrong with this, but the current count obviously does not listen to this. He waved his hand a little impatiently, and said in an unkind tone: "That's Jane Sissoko, although he didn't show anything before, but looking at the magic and skill he exuded when he resisted the magic of Kylelius just now, he is at least a sixth-order berserker, can you keep him alive?"

The harsh words made Rouse's face feel embarrassed, and before he could speak, the Count continued: "You go and pester him, although he seems to be of a higher rank than you, but he is now injured by Kyleus, with your shield warrior class, it is enough to hold him back." The rest of the people don't have to worry, in the end they are just militias, and your men are all elites in a hundred battles, and I believe that it will not be difficult to deal with them. Now, you know what to do, right?"

Hearing this, Rouse hurriedly nodded, if he couldn't even do this little thing, he would not become the captain of the earl's guard, and immediately shouted: "Yes, I will obey your orders!"

On the other side, the Jazz also gathered a team of forty or fifty people, most of whom were members of the Jazz garrison, and they were undoubtedly Jazz's henchmen.

It is impossible for him to bring more people today, after all, although the garrison is his own place, as the only defense force of Banji, there are still many undercover agents who have been inserted by others, and these fifty or sixty people are all the strength he has been in the past few years as the captain of the garrison.

They didn't know how to sneak into the manor like this at this time, and everyone was even fully armed. The wounded Sir also took his weapon from one of the hands, and it was clear that he also knew that today's things could not be good, and he was ready to fight to the death.

Although the militia was not fully armed, the sight still made the Earl's muscles jump again. Rolls on the side was even more embarrassed, obviously the appearance of these people highlighted his negligence even more, and he himself certainly couldn't admit that he was incompetent.

"Up!" Rush, who was eager to save his position and image in the earl's heart, shouted without hesitation, drew his weapon and took the lead in rushing towards Sissoko and the others on the opposite side. Although the guards behind him were a little confused, the years of training still made them make the right moves, and they rushed towards the enemy with their commander.

"Brothers, I'm sorry for everyone, now we have no way out, only by capturing the Count as a hostage, can we break out of the encirclement of hundreds of escorts outside, brothers! Follow me!" he said, ignoring the injuries on his hands and chest, holding his own giant sword that he had just gotten in his hand, and rushed to the opposite side with a loud roar.

The dozens of garrison militiamen behind had actually been mentally prepared for a long time, and when they appeared here with Sir Brown, they were already prepared for the current situation. At this time, hearing the exhilarating shouts of the Jazz, they naturally raised their weapons and shouted and rushed towards the escort team that was also rushing towards them.

In a few moments, there was the sound of various metallic ringing, followed by various screams and roars. The scene became hot for a while, and from time to time someone fell to the ground or withdrew from the battle due to loss of combat effectiveness.

But no matter how lively it is, no matter how many people die, there can't be any wavering in the corner of the battlefield. As if he hadn't heard any sound at all, he quietly hugged the girl in his arms.

Kellius's ears echoed with screams of emotion, as well as the sound of gold objects and bodies colliding. But these scenes of intense battles that were so close at hand could not interfere with Kellius' thinking at all. He was now completely immersed in remorse and anxiety, and he was thinking about how to save Lycia.

It sounded like the priest was just overly sad and a little confused. You must know that Lycia, an extremely ordinary aristocratic girl, was pierced through the heart and severed the major arteries, and this kind of injury that is enough to make anyone fatal appear on her weak body, no matter how you look at it, it will not be possible for her to recover.

But this is "Averon", and even the entire multiverse is a world that is at the top of the High Devil, and here, nothing is impossible.

Immortality and resurrection, these hesitant miracles in other worlds, these 'impossible', are here that many mortals can do.

Kylelius held the girl as if she had fallen into a peaceful sleep, and did not care about Sir Sissoko and the others behind him, believing that these people behind him would be able to withstand the enemy's attack for a while. As for the superfluous casualties caused by the lack of himself, he can't care so much at this time.

Nothing was more important in the priest's mind than Lycia's life. Although in the eyes of almost everyone present, Licia was not far from the arms of Daldes at this time. But it seemed to Kylelius that it was far more important and meaningful to grasp the slim hope that seemed impossible to save Lisia than it was to help a few inconsequential strangers.

People are selfish, and Kylelius is no exception, and he showed this common human disease to everyone present at this time.

Although he is no longer a human in the strict sense, his worldview, morality, and values are extremely similar to that of a human being, after all, he has only been a vampire for two or three years, and he has been a human for more than ten times as long.

Kylelius directly hugged Lycia's gradually cold body and slowly stood up. He ignored everything around him, just silently hugged the girl, lowered his head and walked step by step towards the guest room at the back of the hall.

He didn't pay attention to the noise around him, and calmly walked towards the room with the girl in his arms. Of course, there were a few blind people who tried to attack Kyleus, but before they could get close, they were shocked by the terrifying aura emanating from Kyleus's body at this time, and they were quickly killed by the escort who discovered the situation.

As time passed, Kylelius' pace gradually increased, and by the time he had become like running, no, he was running to his destination. And the reason why he sped up his pace was because he thought of a way to resurrect Lycia.

Or maybe he already had several plans to save Lycia, but they all had one common requirement, that is, the resurrected subject could not die for too long.

In other words, it is necessary to keep Lycia's body from decaying due to death.

There are many ways to stop corpses from dying, and the "corpse embalming" in the necromancer faction is one of them. However, most of the methods, including the aforementioned "embalming of corpses", require a variety of tools to prepare.

Obviously, the current Earl's Court does not have such a tool.