As mentioned earlier, demonic wolf was the same type of familiar as demonic ant. The only difference was that demonic ant was a strength-type, while demonic wolf was an agility-type. One had the strength comparable to a superior familiar, and the other had the same degree of flexibility.
In that case, the demonic wolf naturally had the same characteristics as the demonic ant.
That was, it didn't consume much magic power to summon a single Tamed Monster, and it could be used to form a human wave attack.
When he attacked Orleans last time, although Rozen also summoned the demonic wolf, he only used it as a means of transportation, and he did not intend to use it to fight the enemy.
It was impossible for a middle-level demonic wolf to be the opponent of a superior flying dragon, right?
But now it was different.
Under Amadeus' noble phantasm, the wyverns collectively suffered the negative effects of power reduction and continuous injury.
Even the servant's ability value would be reduced by at least one level. The weakening of the wyverns was naturally merciless, turning the wyverns into a pawn that was not even as good as the demonic wolf.
Under such circumstances, Rozen used the power of the command incantation, used all its magical power, and used the most powerful Demonic Wolf Summoning technique to form the wolf pack. Not only the number was comparable to the wyverns, but even the power was superior.
So, the wolf pack began to slaughter the dragons.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"
In the sound of flesh and blood being pierced, torn, and bitten, the wyverns were attacked by the demonic wolf one after another, bringing a large area of blood and wailing.
"Kill!"
"Charge!"
The soldiers of the French Army also rushed forward, and the weapons in their hands fell on the wyverns one by one, piercing their bodies very smoothly.
The French Army, which did not have a numerical advantage, with the help of the demonic wolf pack, completely suppressed the wyverns' legion.
"Go! Charge into Orleans! "
Gill was also charging forward with a sword in his hand. While fighting a bloody battle, he shouted loudly and led the charge in the direction of Orleans.
Compared with the situation two days ago where they could only rely on Matthew to break through the enemy lines, this time, the soldiers of the French Army could finally hold their heads high and kill the enemy by themselves.
The greatly weakened Twin-legged Flying Dragons might be able to deal with the soldiers, but under the collective siege of the soldiers, as well as the impact of the concentrated fire from the cannons coming from behind, they were still killed one after another. They fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
The situation was completely in favor of the French Army.
Until …
"Blood Stained Ghost (Kazikli)
Bey! "
Amidst the elegant and deep voice, countless iron stakes protruded from the ground and shot towards the demon wolves.
"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"
Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn apart, the Demon Wolves that were wreaking havoc were suddenly pierced by iron stakes. They didn't even have the time to howl before they were skewered on the battlefield.
"Fantasy Iron Maiden (Phantom)
Maiden! "
After the elegant and deep voice, another voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
However, this voice did not summon an iron stake, but a torture tool.
"Boom!"
Amidst a series of loud booms, torture devices known as iron virgins appeared on the battlefield. They were like coffins, swallowing the soldiers who couldn't react in time and tightly closing the coffins.
"Puchi!"
In the next moment, neat tearing sounds could be heard from the torture instruments.
"Ah … ah ah ah ah ah …!"
What followed was a blood-curdling scream.
The screams of the soldiers could be heard.
The screams of the soldiers weakened after a few seconds.
Then, dark red blood flowed from the door of the torture device.
"Did he appear …?!"
In the rear, Amadeus, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, looked dignified.
At this time, the servants who had released their Noble Phantasm slowly appeared on the battlefield.
"Although it's not the blood of a beautiful girl, the blood of a strong soldier can also awaken my fighting spirit. It's really good."
Assassin walked out from behind a torture device. She stretched out her hand and wiped the blood that flowed from the torture device on her lips. She smiled evilly and showed an intoxicated expression.
"I've pierced a lot of people, but I've never strung a wolf with a stake."
Vlad III was also wielding a spear that seemed to be formed from countless bats. It took shape amidst the bats that had flown over from who knows where and appeared in front of everyone.
The enemy's servants finally moved.
"Come on, the slaughter has begun."
Vlad III smiled at everyone in France's Army as if he was inviting them to a feast.
"A feast of blood and sorrow? That's exactly what I want! "
Assassin also smiled happily.
The most ferocious enemy blocked everyone's path just like that.
"Ah …!"
"Ah …!"
The soldiers of France's Army suddenly took a step back involuntarily, and their faces turned pale.
Even if there were only two enemies, everyone here had witnessed the slaughter of countless compatriots in the central square of Orleans two days ago. Naturally, it was impossible to think that they could defeat the enemy as long as they rushed forward.
"Don't be afraid!"
Only Jill stood in the army and shouted.
"Forward! Forward! "
Jill cheered up the soldiers' morale.
Unfortunately …
"Your courage is commendable, but I have also led the army to war. How can I let you be so presumptuous in front of me."
Such a voice entered Jill's ears, and Jill's face changed.
At the same time, a dark shadow shot from the front like an arrow and rushed in front of Jill.
In the shadow, Vlad III quietly appeared.
"Wouch …!"
Vlad III's spear, which looked like an iron stake, cut through the air and pierced towards Jill.
Under that stab, even the air was squeezed clean.
It was impossible for a human's reaction to catch up with this attack, so Jill could only watch death coming.
But …
"Using this level of divine skill to deal with ordinary human beings is too inappropriate."
Amidst the light rebuke, the pale flame flew over without a sound.
"Oh?"
Vlad III immediately stopped the attack in his hand, and his figure turned into a shadow again, avoiding the flame.
"Kiyohime, come."
Kiyohime, who was wearing a kimono, came and whispered.
"Master, are you looking at me?"
The person who answered this question was not the person involved, but the opponent.
"So, are you the next invader who needs to be executed?"
Vlad III reappeared from the shadow and looked at Kiyohime, his face was elegant and arrogant.
As for Assassin, the moment she saw Kiyohime, her eyes flashed red.
"Beautiful girl, ahhh, your blood belongs to me."
Assassin made a sound of desire and was ready to attack.
Just …
"Don't overdo it!"
In the voice, the magic spear penetrated Assassin's back at an amazing speed.
"Clang!"
In the crisp sound of the collision, the blow of the magic spear was blocked.
It was a torture tool in Assassin's hand.
However, Assassin's face was not relaxed at all.
In that second, Assassin's face was filled with shock and fear that had never been seen before.
"You … you are …!?"
Assassin's voice was full of disbelief.
"Humph!"
Y'lisabet held the magic spear and looked at Assassin with pity.
"I finally see you!"
Y'lisabet shouted Assassin's real name.
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