Harold looked at Franjurus, a beautiful woman in black.
Vampires.
The most powerful of them all, called true ancestors.
In addition to its resilient vitality, which can be called immortality, its ability to exercise far beyond man, and its vast magic...
Its status is overwhelming.
"Well, how do we attack"
Harold took the holy sword "Garev" all over his hand.
It would be orthodox tactics to exploit the numerical advantages of five to one and push them by hand.
"We're gonna push it out all at once."
He told Isabel, who was spearing next door, to the archer Irvine, the wizard Joseph and the monk Rosa, who would refrain further backwards.
"Skill Activated - [Whirlwind Blade]!"
Release hundreds of units of wind blades from the shaken 'Garev'.
Plus your allies support you with magic, physical attacks, and auxiliary magic.
"It's not sweet enough to push it off so easily, I am"
Franjurus can't be just a glimmer, either.
Put up a magic barrier, or turn your body into a myriad of bats, and wipe out those attacks.
The battle was one by one.
Harold and the others attack.
Flangerus avoids it.
Conversely, the opponent's counterattack is blocked by Harold's Holy Sword or Rosa's Defensive Magic.
Without deciding on each other, the battlefield dressed like this...
Suddenly, the battlefield moved.
"Gu..."
With the bitter ringing, the archer's youth falls.
Something like a blue spear pierced its chest.
From where there was nothing, it suddenly appeared.
"Hehe, have you lost your mind? I have this technique."
Franjurus laughs glossily.
It was the demon spear she had created with her own blood.
"Irvine!"
Harold screamed close to screaming.
For two years, the fellow who has been suffering together no longer moves with Pickle.
It was instant death.
"You. Ahhh!
Joseph, the boy wizard, raised his voice of anger.
"Burn it down, 'Firestorm'!
Unleash advanced flame magic.
"Skills [Reflection]"
The end of Franjurus' mouth led to the shape of a laugh.
"Gi, gih!?"
At the same time, Joseph is burned down only himself with the flaming magic he unleashes.
A boy wizard who burns black and collapses on the spot.
It tingles and cramps for a while and eventually stops moving.
"Ugh... Joseph...!
In a flash he lost two of his companions, and Harold grabbed his lips.
Isabel and Rosa are also pale in face.
"From five to one to three to one, you can't push it off by hand anymore."
Franjurus offers a sweet right hand and points it at Isabelle and Rosa.
"The next two are there. Shall I save the brave man's life one day? It's still going to be worth it."
"Ku......!
Harold shrugged his lips.
In the battle for one step at a time, I guess Franjurus was still asking for an opportunity to strike.
And he didn't flash the time, he definitely put Irvine on hold, and he returned Joseph upside down.
Again, strong.
The ability of a vampire true ancestor is overwhelming.
As it were, they'd be killed, too.
"Come on, pierce them. My [Demon Spear]"
A blue blood spear emerges from the void and heads to Isabel and Rosa.
"Stop, whoa, whoa!
Harold screamed.
"I won't let my people do any more!
As if linked to a strengthened will, the Sacred Sword's fullness pulses with dokudoku.
The two jewels in the pattern gave off a glimmer of light.
When the blue blood spear touches its light, it disappears without a trace.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Harold kept screaming.
Hot...
Something boiled down into Harold's body.
"It's power... it's power, it's flooded...!
Harold with his holy sword high up.
The soul is giving strength to the Holy Sword!
"Holy Sword, call the wind! Cut off all [darkness]!
A curved torso in the S shape vibrates the atmosphere.
"Top Skill Activated - [Phoenix Hao Style Blade]!"
A swinging flash created a glowing wind in emerald color, slammed by Franjurus.
"Yikes...!?"
With the scream, the vampire princess blew it out loud.
"I didn't know you could manipulate so much [light] - no way, the Holy Sword is approaching [true brilliance (arc)]...!?"
Flangerus lagging behind as bewildered.
Harold, on the other hand, was overpowered by his whole body.
I can win.
Even if the other person is a true vampire ancestor.
If I were you right now, I'd be sure to punish you.
Such overwhelming confidence comes.
and
"Lord Harold!
Someone came running over.
A middle-aged knight with a stern face.
This is Margo Lascada, known as the Knight of Heroes.
"I'm going to join you, too."
Margot, who told Rin with an attitude, saw a chillari and a vampire.
"Apparently I was [fascinated]. But because of his damage, he also solved it - now is the time to fight with you and discuss the remnants of the Demon King's Army!
"I'd be comfortable if you were on my side."
Harold laughed niggardly.
Hope springs up.
Now the battlefield leaned in favour of this way at once.
"Surely you possess a magic weapon of the Wind Class? I'll go first. I want you to cover for me."
"I understand. Fight with me, brave Harold."
Margo tells in a sincere tone.
"Then let's go. That's it, Franjurus!
Harold kicks the floor and storms into the vampire princess.
The holy sword "Garev" sparkled a brilliant glow.
─ ─ The next moment, a hot shock rushes through your chest.
"but...... is...... eh!?"
It is not the attack of Franjurus.
The blow came from behind.
Looking back, Margot's figure slams a bloody sword in his hand.
"Ha ha..."
"Ahhh..."
With a scream, Isabel and Rosa are slashed down by Margo.
"Hey, why...!?"
Harold groans stunned and collapses on the spot.
"Franjurus has value for money. You can't let him kill you here."
The hero knight had a disastrous grin and told him.