“Tinya is a place with world numbers. ”
Tinya gets off the Skeleton Horse.
The Hassansins escort her, and the monks follow Allen into the palace.
The more I went upstairs, the more Orcs stopped me.
“We have to stop it -! My master ordered me to stop him! ”
Orcs with weapons.
The monks running through the narrow corridors muttered in the lobe.
“Bless you, Goddess Gaia, for you are the blessing of Holy King Allen Olfalls. ”
Allen looks surprised in the skull.
Prayer.
But it's not just Guia's prayer.
Prayer for referring to Allen's name.
As a result, a white aura appeared from the monks' bodies.
Those with sticks raise their heads.
You tripped over the Orc's foot with a staff of holy power and slapped the tip of the pointed staff at the helm.
Blood splatters and the orcs sag.
Another monk grabs his wrist and twists it, avoiding the weapons swinging by the Orcs.
You took your weapon and swung it around and killed the Orcs.
500 monks spread throughout the palace and subdued thousands of Orcs.
Versatile people specializing in various weapons as well as martial arts.
They're monks born by Damon.
“Humans, stop them! ”
“Shields up! ”
Orcs rush out of the halls of the palace.
He wrapped around heavy armor that was hard for humans to wear, and raised his spear with a stack of steel shields weighing over 30 kg.
The monks look at them and retreat.
Alan aims at the sack on his right hand and burns his glare.
“Step aside.”
The charcoal fires and the bullet pierces the Orcs.
The limbs of Iron Armor and Orcs vanish.
The explosion spread the flames.
The window shatters and the Orcs bounce off the palace.
Ceiling debris drops.
Orcs vomited blood in the Devastated Royal Hallway.
I looked up at the approaching figure at the end of the hall.
Presence surrounded by bony armor, the skull of a mountain goat with a flame behind its back.
His right hand is wrapped around a huge metal cannon more than two metres above his shoulder and fingertips.
“Demon, Demon -! ”
Orcs are terrified.
As you try to turn around and run away, their bodies swell up and burst under the vampire spell.
The Orcs shake their heads to the left and to the right, denying the reality of their comrades' deaths.
If you fight, you will be killed by the Holy King, and if you flee, your body will explode with the Vampire Spell.
You can't run away.
I'm going to die anyway.
A sack is aimed at the Orc's head.
"Ahhhhhh! ”
As the orcs try to rush open their mouths, their torso disappears from their heads with the light.
* *
“Excellent, King Lahamma Aslan. ”
Duke Duran picks his breath.
The broken helmet rebuilds itself with blood and wraps around its head.
Duke Duran growls.
I knelt before him and stared at King Lahamma, who supported me with Mace.
“But if you come back to life, do you think you can defeat the Vampire? ”
The sacred battle of the king was soon desecrated.
The poison is everywhere, and blood stained with magical powers spreads.
There are Orcs everywhere, and Leton also drew blood as he wounded himself.
The surrounding magic seeps into Duran.
Duran speaks, sweating down his cheeks.
'Goddamn monsters. ’
I needed the help of the creatures to deal with King Lahamma.
The blood and magical power of the creatures only overwhelms Lahamma.
'I shouldn't have made Leton into a creature. ’
If it was a problem that distracted some of the power to tempt the Empress, it was a problem.
"Go to hell as if you were a dead man. Lahamma.”
Duran grabs the sword and points it at Rahamma's forehead.
Lahamma's silent chin shifts.
- When I was king, I thought I could defeat you. But you weren't. You're strong. I'll admit it.
Duran frowns.
As far as he knows, King Lahamma is not like this.
Denying your own strength and admitting others' strength?
- But I get it.
Lahamma raises her head.
The light in the skull bent like the crescent moon and made a smile.
- My master is stronger.
Duran's back gives you the creeps.
The enormous power behind your back.
As he turns quickly to look at the closed door, Duran opens his mouth.
“Oh my... ”
Boom!
A light cannonball like a meteor.
It breaks through the door and blows Duran's torso away.
Duran's lower half staggers back.
King Lahamma tries to get up, but his body crumbles and settles down again.
The Orcs and Leton take a sudden step back.
Duran's body twitches from his lower half.
The body begins to recover again.
The dissipated vertebrae rose and formed ribs, metacarpal bones, cervical bones and skulls.
I looked at the door of the battle with a shivering look as my flesh regenerated.
Lahamma turns her head and looks down at the gate of the battle.
- My Lord.
The melted door opens wide.
More than 500 monks walked in and left and right.
Those in robes, drawn to the floor, stand and strike the staff down.
“Is that you?”
Boots covered in bones trample on the ground.
You stare at Duke Duran, who is recovering his eyelight from inside the Mountain Goat's skull.
“The man who did this. ”
Holy Father Allen Olfalls.
He appears.
The freshly created Duran's eye muscles twitch.
My body trembles with fear.
It's dangerous. I never thought I'd run into the Holy Father.
‘Motherfucker, where the hell is he? ’
Duran takes a deep breath and recovers completely.
Breathe.
At the same time, I saw a sack of sacred power pointed back at me.
“It's a different kind of duc. I can't believe my body flew away. Then…."
Eyelight in the skull of a mountain goat makes a smile.
“Let's test how many of them you really want to kill. ”
* *
I took a deep breath.
I can see the Duke of Duran playing in front of me, covered in blood.
It looks different from the other vampires.
My body survived.
Even though his sexual strength prevented his ability to regenerate, he wouldn't be able to kill an unholy human.
This was why the continent needed the Great Depression.
Injects sack strength.
The charcoal swells up and compresses.
“Lord, what do you do? ”
Among the twelve, it was the words of Leton who heard the rebuttal.
Leton raises an odd nail.
The Orcs face the monks with weapons.
In a long silence, Duran opens his mouth.
“Hit it! There's nowhere to run. If you want to live, kill them and live! ”
At the same time, I opened my mouth.
“Strike. This is now the territory of the Holy See, and my territory. ”
You point the sack at Duke Duran, who completed the regeneration.
“I cannot let such a filthy vampire defile my territory! ”
A sack of flames is ignited.
A dazzling meteor flew to Duran.
“Danger…! ”
Duran's body disintegrates.
Blood drops are spreading everywhere.
It rises into the air and regenerates and builds the body.
You little rat!
Twelve Bone Hands were spread behind my back.
Summoned Musket, aimed at Duke Duran.
It was launched on Christmas Eve.
Duran disassembles again, embarrassed, and is sucked into the blood on the ground.
“Escort Duke Duran! ”
Orcs approach me, shouting by leton.
The monks stood in front of him.
You raise your staff and make a duel for the Orcs and Leton.
Between the wet blood floor where I was treading, I made Duran's flesh.
He dug into my arms.
"Glory be to the Great Vampire King -! ”
I raised my sword and stabbed it through my heart.
Twelve Bone Hands discard the Musket.
The user summons a spear, sword, and mace to block the stabbing blade in layers.
"...!"
I swing the sack into thin air.
A large sword protrudes from under the sack.
Crush the ground and turn your back.
Use your right hand to swing the Great Sword under the iron filament.
“You monster -! ”
Duran retrieves the sword and faces the Great Sword.
Boom!
The Great Sword slams into the blade.
His physical strength and magical power exploded.
Nevertheless, Duran and I face each other without bouncing.
Land crumbles.
The power of the Duke of Duran was overwhelmed by enhanced physical abilities and hundreds of skeletons.
The Great Sword gradually pushes out the Blood Sword.
“What human super-strength...! ”
The Blood Sword will be broken.
Duran's blood armor breaks and his body bounces off.
The blood spills on the floor, striking the watering hole, and Duran falls.
“Ahhh…. ”
Blood gathers around Duke Duran.
You must be trying to recover from Orc and Leton's blood.
I summoned Holy Water from my toes.
Explodes with magical blood.
At the same time, the blood sucked into Duran's body explodes and breaks his body.
“You monster-! ”
Who's the monster?
I ran to Duran.
Duran rises up.
“There's not enough blood...! ”
Duran urgently looks around. And I looked at the walls of the clashed war.
The Bone Dragon and Basilisk are still fighting.
They tangle and bite each other.
Basilisk's poison spreads everywhere and blood is spilled.
“... that's it. ”
Duran reaches out.
The blood of Basilisk is drawn and gathered to Duran.
Duran stares at me.
“Human themes.... ”
I paused in surprise.
You quickly summon the skeleton, creating a double layer of shield in front of you.
Qajik-!
The bloody trench pierces through the shield, and I step back and dodge close.
“I'll deal with you properly. ”
Duran's body twitches.
My whole body swells up and throws me out of the human body.
A pair of bat wings pierced through the back.
The lower half burst into human legs and formed two legs with horse hooves.
The human face turned like a lion, and the muscles of the body glowed red like a stiff rock.
The creature that looks to be 3m.
It's like you're seeing a demon.
A Blood Sword is created in the hands of the Devil Duran.
Swinging the sword into the air, blood spreads like flames, releasing a powerful poison.
“Don't climb, livestock. ”
The Devil Duran slams the Blood Sword to the ground.
Holy water spoils.
The ground soaks with blood again, and the remains of Duran's human form rise to their feet.
Wearing blood armor, grabbing the sword, about 10 Durans stare at me.
“Even if you were the Holy King, you wouldn't be my opponent in the ducal palace. ”
The Blood Sword flashes at me.
“Know the theme, livestock -! ”
I looked at him closely.
King Lahamma rises to his feet as if he had recovered.
Behind his back came the Berserkers Qasim and Rich Nasus, who had defeated the Emperors.
“You have a low profile. ”
I raise my left hand and flick my finger.
You push back some of the blood from the floor to the holy water.
Blood and holy water shudder.
A legion of monsters protrude from the Holy Water.
Cavalry with skeletons on horses, skeletal infantry with four arms.
An odd horde of monsters made of bones.
The monks who fought with the Orcs in a narrow battle retreat.
The same goes for Orcs and Letons.
We stared at each other's progress.
“My Lord, those monsters...! ”
The Devil Duran looks at Leton.
After a while, Duran smiles, grabs Reton's head and cuts himself off with a large sword.
You raise your torso, which is bleeding.
The Devil Duran opens his mouth and drinks blood.
One more alter ego emerged.
After throwing Leton away, Duran relaxes.
He slams his hoof to the ground with his waist bent like a hunchback.
The Devil Duran opens his mouth.
“Glory be to the Vampire King -! ”
As he screams, the identities move.
Orcs also run screaming.
I said, aiming at the sack.
“Hunt down the filthy Vampires -! ”
At the same time, Kasim, Nassus, Lahamma, Monks and Monster Troops run.
Each of you jumps up and swings your weapon at each other.