The bloodthirsty wolf bat roared, narrowed its eyes and rushed towards the knight crazily.
Herrus also roared loudly and jumped up high just before approaching the wolf bat.
The brilliance of the sharp blade in his hand instantly overshadowed all the surrounding firelight.
Only a muffled sound of steel piercing flesh was heard, and the bloodthirsty wolf bat roared low.
It wasn't until the golden light dissipated that the soldiers saw clearly that the Holy Grail Knight's sword had penetrated the Wolf Bat's chest.
Herrus stood on the wolf bat, his hair dancing wildly, and letting out breathless roars. After a moment, he stepped on the wolf bat's chest and pulled out the long sword stained with blood.
"I said, I will bring you back to Bretonnia alive."
Herrus said in a deep voice.
His tone was still so firm and powerful.
Tarinnam couldn't help but sincerely admire, even envy. When will he become such a strong person?
But he didn't have time to think more.
The fighting around them is still going on. There are shouts of killing, the sound of burning buildings collapsing, screams, and the sound of weapons clashing. The city of the undead is burning, but it has not yet completely collapsed.
Talinnam saw Essek still pounding the tower.
His horse was knocked down at some point, and the old knight was struggling to kill all the undead he encountered on the road.
His slightly stooped body and slightly slow movements reminded Talinnam of the late lord Bertolt. They were so similar in some aspects.
In a daze, Talinnam rushed toward the black tower with his sword, and Herrus followed closely behind.
Two Bretonnian knights were killing each other in this chaotic flow of people. Tarynham looked up and saw that the spiraling steps were filled with the corpses of undead soldiers and human soldiers.
The shouts of killing continued to come from the top floor.
Worried about Essek's safety, Talinnam couldn't help but speed up his pace.
However, outside the tower, undead soldiers continued to pour in.
They fought on the narrow steps and passages.
Until Tarynham saw Essek above her head.
The old knight was out of breath. He thrust his sword into the mouth of a zombie, pulled it out fiercely, and cut off half of the zombie's head.
The rotting zombie head rolled down the steps.
They heard the sound of the ballista capstan turning on the top of the tower, but at this time, a more terrifying sound came from the darkness.
That voice was so familiar to Talinnam, it was like a nightmare.
Talinnam stared at the spiraling stairs. Scarlet blood shone in the darkness.
In just one heartbeat, the two groups of scarlet blood disappeared, replaced by screams that were a hundred times more terrifying than zombies and ghouls.
An afterimage flashed before Talinnam's eyes.
The next second, the old knight's miserable screams came from the corridor.
"Essek!"
Talinnam was so anxious that he roared loudly.
However, the battle on the rooftop has already begun.
In other words, it's over before it even begins.
The vampire from the darkness attacked Essek who was fighting zombies, and the sharp claws extending from his fingertips pierced the old knight's armor from the back.
Essek tried to resist, but found that his body had been lifted into the air by this bloodthirsty monster.
The sharp claws penetrated the armor and pierced into the bone and flesh, and bits of blood dripped from the vampire's fingers. The knight's painful wail echoed throughout the tower.
The vampire seemed to enjoy this process very much, and with another claw, he flew off the old knight's helmet and threw it to the cold ground.
Essek struggled to sit up against the wall, with blood blistering in his mouth and cursing in a low voice.
"What are you talking about? Old man."
The vampire lord gradually emerged from the darkness and walked to the old knight with small steps. He squatted down and admired his painful expression.
However, Essek, who could no longer stand up, did not let the dark lord be proud for long. Using his last bit of strength, Delino von Essek Compton spat a mouthful of blood on the vampire lord's face.
The next second, an even more heartbreaking scream came from the top of the tower. The vampire lord lost his patience and stretched out his sharp claws, blinding the old knight's eyes with one claw, and then forcibly cut from the old knight's bloody body.
Pulled out of the eye socket!
"No!"
Talinham's almost collapsed shouts came from the corridor.
The long sword came through the air, but the vampire quickly dodged it.
In extreme anger, Talinnam struck out with another sword, but once again he struck the air, leaving only the sound of the sword cutting through the air rapidly.
The vampire lord's speed was so fast that his dodging movements were like afterimages, and he dodged several steps away before the blade even hit him.
"A brave man, but unfortunately he is also a fool who overestimates his own abilities."
Darkness received the certificate and laughed.
But Talinnam, who was extremely angry, had no time to argue with him. He was almost speechless with anger, gritted his teeth, and struck out with his sword again.
The sword blade reflected the cold light and drew a semicircle in the darkness, but it hit the air again.
The next second, the afterimage struck again...
Talinnam felt that he was instantly knocked away by a powerful force, and his body fell heavily into the corner like a heavy piece of scrap metal. The huge impact almost caused him to faint on the spot, and his consciousness was briefly blurred.
And the blood flowing from the top of his head made Talinnam realize later that he was still alive.
With tenacious willpower, Talinnam struggled to stand up from the ground, but his eyes were already blood red. Warm blood flowed down his forehead and into his eye sockets, blurring his vision.
"Two Bretonnian knights. I hate the Bretonnian knights the most. Why did you come all the way from the west to come here? Just to die?"
Vampires with a winning chance roam around Tallinam.
"The way you bleed in pain really fascinates me. Scream, this is really moving music. Blood and death are the most beautiful poetry in the world!"
"You know? Little knight, no mortal can kill me."
"Your mediocre blood doesn't even arouse my desire to enjoy it."
"When you die, your flesh and blood will become the dinner of my servants."
A hoarse and deep voice sounded in Talinnam's ears.
Just as Talinnam was preparing to make the final push, the familiar voice sounded again from the bottom of the steps.
"ah!"
"What a piece of shit!"
"How could there be such an annoying knight!"
The vampire, whose interest was disturbed again, roared angrily, turned into a black shadow, and quickly threw himself down the steps.
The people on the steps also roared and started to kill the dark lord.
Talinnam only heard the sound of stones being smashed. When he was about to go downstairs to check, he saw that a huge hole had been knocked out of the tower, and the vampire and Hercules had long disappeared!