The magic bullet with a special wavelength only left a bloody hole in the body of this vampire prince. Unlike the other vampires, he didn't spontaneously combust from the inside. Fen was both surprised and intrigued by this result. Someone once said that every discovery in science began as an accident. Wasn't that right?
Before the Lich could take any further action, the Vampire Prince, who had been attacked, instantly retreated to the back of the formation. He screamed furiously, "Kill! Kill them all! Don't leave a single one alive!" At the same time, he covered his forehead with his hand. A strange energy kept destroying the tissue in his head, and white smoke came out as if it was being burned by the sun.
Before she got rid of this energy, she couldn't fully focus on the battle, so she could only order her subordinates to fight. Fortunately, the guards had already put on all their equipment. They were bound to bury this old antique who had been silent for a thousand years, and who should have died but was not completely dead yet, in a complete state of war.
The guards on both sides of the corridor charged forward ferociously. At the same time, bats and vampires who had turned back into human form pounced on them from the ceiling. Considering the angle of attack, Fen said with a sweet and charming smile, "I'll take care of the front and the ceiling. I'll leave the back to you guys."
Sure enough, they were tricked. Someone yelled in his mind.
What was in the movies? Following stupid teammates to a place that was obviously a trap. It was okay to have stupid teammates, but if they didn't kill a few passersby, it wouldn't be called a thriller. Perhaps a certain Lich would be able to survive this crisis, but the other Lich's strength was on the same level as yours. Fen wanted to remind the other party, but it seemed that he didn't have time to do that.
In order to save his life, Fen could only focus on the battle in front of him. He took a few steps forward and put some buffer distance between himself and the two girls behind him. At the same time, he threw the ammo bag behind him and said, "Kaya, backup. Halloumi, support fire."
The fully-armed enemies in front of him charged at him aggressively. Although the corridor could accommodate three people walking side by side, if they wanted to fight, even two people would be too many. However, the first wave of charge was a battle of momentum, so the three iron cans didn't hesitate to raise their longswords and charge forward.
He tried to fire a shot with the M29 in his right hand, but the magic bullet ricocheted off the armor. Just like Lin's guess, Magic Resistance was the most basic attribute when dealing with enemies who were fully equipped with magic equipment. If a single Magic Bullet wanted to break through his defense, it would have to be more powerful than the Magic Gun's permanent setting.
A full set of support magic was already on his body. Lin used his left hand to push the iron staff slightly into the ground, making it stand beside him. Pulling into a horse stance, he raised the gun with his right hand and pulled the hammer with his left hand. The revolver fired six times in a row, killing the six enemies in the front row. After being shot, they seemed to have lost their support. Their armor scattered on the ground, and at the same time, ashes drifted through the gaps in their armor.
Lin threw the revolver to Kaya and only had time to say, "Reload." At the same time, he pulled his cane up from the ground and was about to face the approaching enemy.
As the personal guard of the Vampire Prince, his loyalty and strength were not a problem. A mere six people were not enough to scare them off. It was just that the people who came forward later were slightly staggered. In addition to giving each of them better space to maneuver, it also gave them more space to display their combat skills.
It was these tiny gaps that became a certain someone's breathing space. Lin originally thought that he was worried that he could not compare to these skilled warriors. Once the limbs were connected, he had no time to consider whether he was good at it or not. In order to survive, many of the moves were instinctively performed, just like the countless times when he fought with himself in the dream.
Countless situations, and similarly countless skills, he had experienced and performed them in the life and death battle in the dream. It was that experience that gave him the illusion that he could be resurrected at any time after death, which made him more free to fight with his life on the line, and almost to the extent that he could perform better than usual.
The corridor that could allow three people to stand side by side was not suitable for big movements. The prince's guards, who used longswords as their main weapon, could only use small tricks. However, these insufficient skills could not break the mage's iron cane.
With the support of the Potency spell, even though the average quality of a vampire was far higher than that of a human, Lin could still easily parry every attack. He could also get close to the enemy, trip them, or flip them over.
One by one, the prince's guards who lost their balance and were caught had to face Halloumi's last shot. If one shot could not penetrate them, then a few more shots. Under continuous shooting, the body that supported the magic armor would eventually be reduced to ashes.
Taking back the reloaded M29 revolver that Kaya had reloaded, Lin was even more powerful. He did not need to trip people. After holding the opponent and seizing an opening, he just needed to close the distance a few shots. A close-range attack from the same position could easily break through the defense of the magic armor. And killing vampires only required one shot.
If two enemies approached him at the same time, Lin would use Body Rush, or knock the enemy against the wall, or just knock the enemy off balance. Then, he would take the opportunity to pull the hammer and disable the enemy with live bullets.
Just as the master and disciples cooperated in this way and fought with a certain man, they withstood the pressure from behind the corridor.
The Lich was in charge of facing the enemies from the front. Unlike the Lich who had to engage in close combat in order to conserve ammo, Fen had four magic guns with unlimited ammo. She was able to unleash as much damage as she wanted on the enemies.
Unlike the first wave of attacks, in the first wave of counterattacks, in order to obtain experimental data, Fen used many types of attacks that were not fatal to the vampires at all.
Although there was a barrage of bullets, there were still many vampires who did not die after being shot dozens of times. In the end, they were shot into beehives. Their self-healing speed was far slower than the damage done, and they fell to the ground, where Fen had the opportunity to finish them off.
The vampire survivors also saw the first wave of attacks and mistakenly thought that this attack was the limit of the former Demon King. As long as they could close the distance and put in more troops in a short time, they would have a chance to break through the blockade of the unknown weapon, kill their way to the vampires, and deal fatal damage.
This misunderstanding made the vampires choose this corridor as the main battlefield of the second wave of attacks. They surrounded the corridor from the front and back, not intending to give the invaders any way out.
However, what responded to the vampires' intentions was a more efficient killing speed. None of the vampires who turned into bats or jumped down from the ceiling to attack were able to survive a single shot. The prince's guards benefited from the magic armor and were able to take a few more shots before they broke through the defense. However, in the end, they still had to die, leaving behind the armor that had lost its owner and fell to the ground.
By the time Vanah Berger realized that something was wrong, Tikal, the Demon King, had already taken care of the Vampire Prince's guards, who were still hanging their heads low and wrestling with a certain incompetent Magician. Tikal had also emptied the entire corridor, leaving no one standing except for himself and the four people on the Demon King's side.
It could be said that when one side of the battle didn't have time to feel fear, and the commander didn't have time to detect the abnormality of the battlefield, his own troops were killed. Although this kind of killing efficiency wasn't as good as the rumors said, it was still unimaginable. Even if she personally led a team to hunt down the defenseless humans, it would not be this fast.
Fanny Tikal, who had the title of Demon King, stepped on the catwalk, swaying her body as she slowly walked towards the vampire prince who was still alive. On the ground, the armor that had already lost its wearer was automatically swept to the side by the Lich's movement. This was the result of grasping a large amount of power and using it to the limit: I am walking the path. Some of the obstacles on the ground would automatically move to the side.
Vanah did not think of running. Or rather, even if she wanted to run, where could she run to? Without the stronghold, without the clan, the title of Prince had no meaning. The other members of the Gathering of Darkness would not help her in her hour of need. It was more likely that they would hit her when she was down.
If other people knew about what happened in the Twilight Castle, their first thought would definitely be to get rid of her, and then take everything that once belonged to her as their own in the name of revenge. As for whether they would really take revenge, that was another story.
The only way to avoid all of this was to show her the prestige of a vampire prince. She would use the cruelest and most painful method to get rid of all the intruders.
The strange power on her forehead had already disappeared, but the pain it left behind was still there. Vanah Berger allowed the pain to whip her soul, raising her aura step by step to the peak. She arrogantly walked in front of the Demon King, using an aura that did not lose out to Fanny and glared at each other.
The distance between them was so close that if she stretched out her hand, she could break that slender neck and take that disgusting head, but Vanah did not dare to act rashly. Many times, without reaching a certain level, without a certain level of sensitivity, it was impossible to detect the difference in strength. For Fanny, a sapling and a towering tree were the same level of existence.
At first, Vanah Berger did not realize it, so she made the wrong judgment and made the wrong decision. But when the two of them were so close that they could feel each other's breath, Vanah noticed that the Demon King in front of her was far more powerful and terrifying than the rumors said.
Although she was a member of the Ancient Ones, and the daughter of the Demon King's Army Commander Hubert Berger, the position of Prince was still not enough. It was precisely because her strength was at the bottom among her peers that she was finally driven to the 'edge of the world' and in charge of the vampire order here.
When she heard that Guebrach Lin Tripwood was driven to the vicinity, she thought it would be a chance to turn things around. Those vampires who escaped from the southwest all described the power of the Magic Tower. Even the Demon King had a grudge against it.
Such a man, whether he was taken in as a clan member or given to the survivors of the Mesarosh Clan in exchange for their loyalty, was very valuable. It was also because of this value that so many people coveted and hated him, and it provoked enough killing intent.
So Vanah chose to take action. Then in terms of results, she made the wrong choice …
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