His hair was dancing wildly in the air, and drops of blood oozed from his palms, but he never let go of his grip on the giant bat.
Finally, the vampire couldn't bear the weight of the knight, and roared back to its original shape. They fell rapidly from the tower, crashed through the stable roof below the tower, and finally fell heavily into the straw beside the sink.
Herlus felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, but he did not rest or stop because he knew that his opponent was a vampire.
The bloodthirsty monster that is a hundred times more powerful than humans will not let him have any time to rest.
The moment he hit the ground, Herrus endured the severe pain and touched his weapon.
The moment the black shadow struck, the long sword swung forward in a perfect arc. With the angry power of the Holy Grail Knight, the knight's sword cut through the vampire's hard skin.
The vampire felt pain, screamed, and disappeared into the darkness.
Hercules earned a short break.
The tip of his sword was dripping with blood, which was vampire blood. Obviously, the monster was not invincible.
While the vampire was submerged in the darkness, Herrus tore off a corner of his clothes and wrapped it around his injured palm. He was not afraid of pain, but worried that the blood on his palm would be slippery and would prevent him from holding the sword hilt tightly.
Holding the long sword, Herrus lowered his posture and stared into the darkness.
Years of fighting have made his sense of hearing and smell extremely sensitive. Even if he can't keep up with his speed, his experience tells him what to do next.
Since you can't see the target, concentrate on feeling it. Feel the presence of the shadow of death.
The Holy Grail Knight closed his eyes and held his sword with both hands.
He could hear the soft footsteps in the mud around him, and the soft sound of straw being crushed under the tread.
He smelled the smell of blood and smelled the smell of decay, which was the unique smell of vampires.
Finally, when the smell and sound approached again, Herrus opened his eyes suddenly, gripped the sword tightly, and turned around to strike.
This sword once again left the vampire who was rushing towards him nowhere to dodge.
It almost took the knife by force.
The sword blade sliced through its hard skin in mid-air, leaving a scar deep enough to show the bones on its chest.
This horrific sword wound is enough to kill any mortal, but vampires are not mortals. As long as they do not chop off their heads or pierce their hearts with a silver sword, they will not die.
In the darkness, there was a low roar like a demon. The injured vampire emerged from the darkness, and the originally handsome and elegant face had completely turned into a demonic distortion.
Its fangs exposed its lips, sharp as a sharp dagger, and its devilishly twisted face was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood. Its eyeballs glowed with a bloodthirsty red light, staring motionlessly at the prey in front of it like a vicious wolf.
The terrifying scene did not make Herrus timid. In his long life, he encountered countless monsters, and vampires were not the most powerful enemies he encountered.
But it's also dangerous enough.
Herrus held the sword across his chest and prayed softly to the goddess of the lake.
His devout faith gave him strength and made him fearless in the dark.
The vampire let out a terrifying roar and pounced on the knight in front of him like a cheetah.
A black afterimage rushed in front of him. Herlus's pupils shrank and his sword thrust forward fiercely.
However, the vampire nimbly dodged the blow. Herlus quickly swung his sword and slashed diagonally. The vampire bent down again and dodged with his face close to the blade.
The next second, the dark lord's claws roared towards him, and slapped the Holy Grail Knight away with one claw.
Herrus was thrown to the ground by the huge impact, and the knight's sword fell to the ground.
The severe pain in his abdomen made him realize that he had suffered serious internal injuries. When he reached out to cover it, the knight found that his armor had been penetrated by the vampire's sharp claws, causing a large hole in his armor. His skin and flesh were torn, and a small section of his intestines even leaked out.
The coldness and darkness hit him like a tide, making him feel that death was approaching. However, the powerful Holy Grail Knight would only fight until the last moment and bleed out his blood, instead of being overwhelmed by fear.
Holding back the severe pain, Herrus screamed and forced the small piece of intestine back. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand tremblingly and pulled out the sword on his belt.
The vampire, who seemed to have a winning chance, stopped talking nonsense and joking this time. It didn't give the knight any time to breathe, and roared again.
However, in the darkness, Herrus strengthened his faith. He shouted the name of the goddess with all his strength.
The next second, golden flames ignited from the palm of the Holy Grail Knight. Under the extremely shocked eyes of the vampire, Hercules drew the sword blade across his palm, and the blazing light instantly illuminated the dilapidated stable.
When the vampire was almost blind, the knight's sword shining with golden light pierced its body. Hercules took advantage of the situation and pushed the vampire to the ground.
The sword blade pierced the heart and pinned the dark lord to the ground. The vampire struggled to pull out the sword from his chest.
But Hercules didn't give it any chance. The knight gripped the sword tightly and turned the hilt hard. The blade stirred inside the vampire's body and cut open the internal organs.
Until the vampire screamed in pain and was unable to struggle.
At this time, the panting Herrus walked aside, picked up the knight's sword, walked with heavy steps, and walked to the vampire's side again.
The vampire lord who had just been arrogant suddenly panicked, and for the first time, fear and despair showed in its eyes. It had enjoyed this desperate emotion before human death countless times, and at this moment, it was deeply experienced by itself.
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However, the Holy Grail Knight did not enjoy such a moment at all. In his eyes, the sooner a demon like a vampire dies, the better.
In the dilapidated stable, Herrus raised his sword and chopped off the head of the vampire lord with one sword.
Blood spurted out like a fountain from the vampire lord's severed neck.
…
On the high tower, Talinnam dragged his scarred body to Essek and half-knelt down.
The old knight was dying, and his armor and clothes were dyed red with blood. He barely had the strength to raise his hands again. He could only use his remaining hearing to sense that a familiar person was beside him.
"Talynham..."
Essek called softly with a trembling voice.
"I am here."
Talinnam held his hand in great pain.
"Take down my book..."
"Now, it's yours."
"Keep it well, you will need it one day."
Essek spoke with a weak breath, and blood bubbles continued to appear from the corners of his mouth.
Seemingly using up his last bit of strength, he held Talinnam's hand tightly, and then, the hands soaked in blood slowly slipped from Talinnam's palm...