In front of me was a large army of ghouls, but these unconscious guys could at best be considered roadblocks. Under the powerful fighting power of the two vampires, the already decayed body is as easily dismembered as clay. Occasionally, one or two transformed orcs die under the attack of vampires, either tearing or biting.
Sally stood on the huge staircase in front of the hall with a whip, and every time she swung the whip, there were ghostly deaths or shifts in the focus of the battle. As a commander, Sally used all her abilities to mobilize every piece that could be fought.
As for the leader John Carroll, he was just strolling in the sea of ghostly creatures, and no vampire dared to approach him. He could only stack moving corpses in front of him as obstacles, slightly stopping his movement.
Both vampires still hold weapons to attack, and no vampires truly known as combat power have been eliminated. Although the gap between the center of the field and the Shura chart is not far, in fact, everyone seems to be still waiting for something. The dancing limbs and blood are all made up of mostly innocent ghouls who crossed the field during their lifetime. Monissa tiptoed to Sally's side and looked at her expression. Looking around, Sally seemed to be devoting a little effort to other places.
A burning giant wooden arrow attacked, but of course, the only ones who lost their mobility were the ghoul. Sally's eyes lit up for a moment, and with a wave of her whip, all the vampires below John Carroll slowly gathered back to her side. And the vampires on the other side also gathered together, leaving only the battle between the ghoul and the transformed orc in the center of the field.
The emerald blue armor appeared, and a group of fierce knights waved their large swords to discharge a dense array of over a thousand people. Under the action of large crossbows and catapults in the rear, rockets and burning homemade explosive shells were continuously dropped from the sky. The archers in the front row are even more ruthless in attacking any monster within their range.
The best way to deal with vampires in the dark is to use fire. After causing the other party to lose their mobility, dragging the remaining residue to the sun does indeed kill these almost immortal creatures. The giant crossbow troops in the distance are engaged in such tactics, and the task of the knights is to prevent the vampires from escaping and protect the troops from long-range attacks.
Choosing to appear at such a moment is precisely to use long-range attacks to annihilate the two vampires in the melee who are unable to attend to other battles. But I never expected that hunters would also be deceived by their prey.
John Carroll, who retreated to Sally's side, showed a standard sneer, and at the same moment, countless bats descended from the Knights of the Order. "That old man is really confident! He fought on both sides and didn't even consider us."
"John Carroll, as we speculate, the old man really wants to deal with the people and horses on both sides in one go. At most, the ghouls here are nearby villagers, but those on Shaobo's side have the quality to become ghouls! If all the armed humans on that side also become such annoying things, then our chances of winning will be reduced. Should we eat that pile of unpleasant humans first or get rid of that group of annoying people first?" Sally asked as she gazed at the Bachelor Knights fighting against Count Denis.
John Carroll glanced at Monica and turned his head, saying, "Let's get rid of the Bachelor Knights first! I haven't repaid the grudge I've made against those guys yet."
"Is that so?"
The battle in the center of the field is still ongoing, but there is still a stalemate between the John Carrot side, which lacks a main force, and the Count of Denis side, which lacks a command system. Even though those are just dancing clowns, it cannot be denied that they dance quite hard.
Sally was about to move, but she was grabbed by John Carroll. "Wait a moment, the old guy seems to be showing up."
"What! He's here himself!" Sally looked at the pitch black sky with an incredulous expression.
The moon was blocked by black shadows, and creatures such as crows, bats, owls, and so on descended from the sky. An unpleasant aura invaded every corner. "Hehe hehe hahaha! My son, are you ready to pay the price for your father's eternal life? Hahaha."
"That kind of thing will never be well prepared for a lifetime, miscellaneous!" John Carroll cursed into the sky.
"Wash your neck clean! I'll come back to greet you later, kid!"
"Don't call me a little ghost!" It was just an angry sentence, but it seemed to have powerful power. In the battle in the center of the field, a long path of blood was opened up, and both the ghoul and the transformed orc in front of John Carro became the same blood pool and flesh mud. The ghoul also seemed to have a feeling of fear, retreating slightly, but then being pushed up by the successor.
The clenched fist replaced words to express John Carroll's anger, and the right hand swung down to make all the vampires charge forward. Under immense pressure, the ghouls were still opened up a path to the battle on the other side. The vampires of John Carroll's side rushed forward with their leader, and all non self owned objects were targets of sniping.
Monica, who was following behind John Carroll, had no chance to participate in the battle, and all the enemies fell into the hands of John Carroll, who was the arrow. Monica quietly took out the agate from her arms, held it tightly in her hand, ready to throw it out at any time to give a 'big surprise'.
The three parties mixed together have no tactics at all, just a simple confrontation to see who will die first. In such a situation, the most disadvantageous one is, of course, the Bachelor Knights, who are human beings. Although the number of people has not decreased, they have all become active corpses, which is still considered a loss in some aspects. Even because they come from different camps to become the owners of ghostly creatures, they can still see scenes of ghostly creatures with precious blue armor biting each other.
The melee widened the distance between each other. Although Monica was still closely following John Carroll, the distance was enough for others to intervene, so she had to engage in battle. The waving hand is already enough to deal with many zombies and even vampires, which is probably due to the powerful abilities of the owner, who is affiliated with it. But it's still not enough to collide with weapons.
The shortcomings in defense were all replaced by agile movements. Looking at Monica's sharp combat posture, others may even think that she has become accustomed to fighting. In fact, all of Monica's attention was focused on John Carroll, and as soon as John Carroll showed a gap, Monica would definitely strike without leaving any effort. So all other battles must return to the essence of vampire fighting instincts in order to achieve such results.
But the fact that lack of concentration is still fatal, under the deliberate temptation of her opponent, Monica is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, easy to handle. Before there was a chance to ambush John Carroll, Monica revealed a deadly gap. The sword that came straight ahead was already in sight, with no other choice but to strike hard.
Monica closed her eyes, ready to accept the infuriating fact, but did not feel the sensation of a sword cutting through her body. Gently opening one eye, the bright and blurry giant sword was right in front of the tip of the nose. Slowly opening his second eye, the knight, dressed in royal blue armor and once his lover, stood in front of him with a surprised expression.
Eye to eye, as if stopping for them at this moment. The sound of slaughter beside them was thrown to the edge of the world, and had nothing to do with them. Both of them couldn't believe that their true face-to-face reunion was in such an occasion.
"Moni... Sha..."
"Herb! What are you doing!" A knight who was also a member of the Knights' Order pushed Herb away, took out a glass bottle filled with water from his pocket, and threw it at Monica.
Subconsciously raising his hands to protect his face, the splashing water on his body corrodes his body like sulfuric acid. "Ah~!"
Herb looked at Monica's hands avoiding burn marks and one or two small holes on her face, and he couldn't believe what was happening before him. "Monica, that's holy water! Did you... become a vampire..."
"I..." Just as he was about to defend himself in pain, a man shot out from beside Monica. "Damn it! What have you done to my woman!"
John Carroll took off the head of the knight who had harmed Monica as soon as he made a move. Just as she was about to hit Herb next to her, Monica threw the agate stone in her hand. The agate stone that continuously injects fire elements is already on the brink of a critical point. Similarly, the aggregation of elements is relatively stable. As long as there is a little resistance, the explosive power of fire elements cannot be ignored. Under the temptation of John Carroll's self-defense ability, the fire element completely exploded. A deep red pillar of fire enveloped this extremely powerful vampire, and the vampires from John Carroll's side also gathered around him.
"Run away!" Monica shouted at Herb, her gaze blurring. How long has it been since I last shed tears? The moist feeling seems like a memory from a previous life. Looking at the departing figure, tears fell from the frame of my eyes. And the pain that comes from oneself, it is unclear whether it is due to heartache or the factor of John Carroll being enveloped in flames.
"John Carol! Monica, what's going on?" Sally and a group of vampires approached Monica and asked. But Monica ignored everyone and remained silent in her own small world. What brought her back was a low and angry call. "Monica..."
All the flames on John Carroll's body disappeared, but judging from the extent of the burn, he also suffered significant injuries. Although it may be a wound that can heal in an instant, Monica's betrayal may have hurt him even more than the wound itself.
"The Knights of Benetton have appeared, Ann... Andrew is here!" exclaimed in surprise, and the laughter of the card spread to every corner. Everyone and the vampire realized that something was wrong.
The figure of Count Denis appeared above John Carroll. "Hehe hehe! My son! It seems like that's all for today. On the night when the summer solstice is full in May, I will appear on time to take your and Andrew's lives. Hahaha!" After speaking, Count Denis transformed into countless bats and left. At the same time, the vampires they belonged to disappeared from various corners at an unknown time, leaving only the wandering and moving ghouls for others to slaughter.
Andrew slowly walked out of the darkness, as if he had dissolved out of the darkness. He strolled over to John Carroll's side, his beastly eyes staring at him from behind the small round glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, a smile under the brim of his hat with infinite ridicule. "Has the old man left? Why did he make such a mess?"
Glancing at Monica, John Carroll faced the direction of Count Denise's departure. "Why, are you bothering us?"
"No, I'm here to trouble the guy who made these monsters." A ghoul, who didn't know what the danger was, approached Andrew, and his head and body split in an instant. After drinking the blood from the head in his hand, Andrew said, "By the way, rescue those human idiots."
"Aren't those guys happy to eliminate us? You still have to go save them, not afraid of being stabbed in the back."
"Lord Lincoln's request. Whatever it is! Whoever blocks me will die anyway! Hehe hehe!" Andrew's figure disappeared into the group of ghouls.
Watching Andrew's departure, John Carroll turned to his vampires and said, "Let's leave first! Let's wait until the summer solstice night when May is full. Before that, take care of everything else." After speaking, John Carroll left on his own, and the other vampires followed suit. With the help of Sally, Monica also left.
"Is it a dream again?" Monica, who woke up from her sleep, still lay on the familiar big bed. The frequent emotional fluctuations in recent times have made her immune to reminiscing about past events. She no longer cries, feels sad, or feels sad. But it is an undeniable fact that her mood cannot improve.
Following the old habit, walk to the balcony to blow some air. The scent of the night is so charming, vampires are creatures of the night. In such an environment, Monica quietly felt the flow of her blood and enjoyed the feeling of being alive. Remember that I have always acted under the day, even though night is my stage.
"When did she first travel under the sunshine after becoming a vampire?" The doubts about her past made Monissa revisit those heavy memories. The dust did not hinder her memories, perhaps this is the sad part of a creature that can only have memories! Infinite life makes the future meaningless, and the reason for living is only to create things for oneself to recall in the future.
Do you remember when I was following Teacher Aofang's side. And that trip also caused his own emotional distress, all because of that man. Too much expectation always brings more disappointment, especially when happiness is right in front of us and then instantly shattered
"He Bo..."
The days were spent organizing materials and supplementing them, and most of the work of compiling records fell on Monica. The Austrian side only focused on searching for correlations and similarities among a pile of materials.
During this period, most of the food sources were products from neighboring villages. However, under the hands of a rural child like Monica, one can also taste the deliciousness of seasonal food. However, the cooking job is something that Monica herself insists on doing on her own, because for someone who accidentally swallows moldy bread, don't expect her cooking skills to be so good.
As for the acquisition of food, it was mostly obtained by Monica through some blessing magic, and the farmers who rely on the heavens to eat have stable weather, which can be said to be the best reward. Of course, being struck by lightning by the Austrian side may have damaged several villages, and heavy rain may have damaged several farmland, which may also be one of the reasons.
A few years may not be a long time for Monica and Orphan, but the habits they have developed over the years are not that simple. But today's movements are different from usual.
It should be time to start organizing unfinished materials, but the old gentleman is still in his own room, which is barely separated by layers of books. And Monica stayed in the corner of the laboratory as usual, the only relatively clean place.
"Hey! Little girl, we're going on a long journey today." Suddenly, Aofang said something that made Monica, who was waiting quietly, unsure how to parry. "I'm not going to prepare yet. I'll go to Xincheng in Wangdu this time. You should first prepare what you need for daytime walking. Oh! Also, let's see how much money is left and take it with you."
After hesitating for a while, Monica finally realized and answered before preparing herself.
An opaque black cloak, crutches, backpacks for travel, food, and some accidentally flipped gold coins. With these things, the two of them set off on the road.
With the guidance of Aofang, Monica walked on the sunny land. Over the years, the normal human habit of staying up at night and going out during the day has made her accustomed to moving around during the day, just like ordinary people, but the main reason is that they mostly operate in dark basements.
I only rented a carriage in the nearby town, which made their movements much faster. After all, walking with a blind person is not easy for an elderly person, even if that person only has appearance and memory.
Wangcheng Naxin, as its name suggests, is bustling and prosperous like a specialized term to describe it. Gathering all kinds of people and things on the mainland, walking a carriage on the street is like an impossible task. This is probably related to the days approaching the New Year!
Women, whether nobles or commoners, dress up with all their might, even men are no exception. The knights are all competing for their own armor patterns and the number of gemstones embedded in their weapons. Even the light warriors are comparing the patterns on the fabric, not inferior to the attire of women.
Sitting in a backlit position, Monica cleverly avoided the direct sunlight and peered outside. The liveliness may not be unfamiliar to her, but to be as lively as Xincheng, it may be the first time in her life.
"Teacher, what are we doing here in Wangcheng?" pulling up the black curtain of the carriage, Monica asked the old gentleman who was resting with her eyes closed.
"See a group of idiots." The simple answer did not make the Austrian side open their eyes, and he still maintained his original resting posture. However, such an answer is sufficient for Monica, as she understands that if the Austrian side thinks she needs to know, she will say more.
When the carriage stopped, Aufang instructed Monessa to put on the heavy sunshade cloak. Then, under the guidance of Aufang, Monica passed through a long corridor.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Aofang?"
"That's right, I am."
"May I ask who is behind you?"
"My assistant, is there a problem?"
"No. Then please go this way, the Pope has been waiting for a long time."
Who is it? Why is the voice so familiar Dressed in a heavy cloak, Monica was unable to see the outside world and could only make judgments based on her voice. This is also because we are afraid of being invaded by sunlight if we don't pay attention, so we do comprehensive shading treatment.
After walking for a while, I finally stopped at a place. From the part where the Austrian side did not instruct her to take off her hat, it should still be in a sunny area. The heat of killing came from outside the cloak, and Monica felt a little helpless. No matter how thick the cloak is, it still cannot completely isolate sunlight, and the by-product of the thick cloak is the stuffiness that comes with it, which is something she cannot bear.
"Mr. Aofang, I finally saw you, as recorded in the book. Hmm~This is..."
"Ni Xia, this is Mr. Aofang's assistant."
Who is it? It's really familiar Monica suppressed her desire to explore the source of her voice.
"Assistant? Why doesn't that person take off their cloak? Is there anything shameful about it?"
The voice of the Austrian side came: "She just can't touch the sunshine. Stop talking nonsense, what's up with calling me to come to the royal city?"
"Hmph! Now is the period of change that occurs once every five hundred years, the earth is issuing a warning, and the earth's veins are changing." It should be the voice of the Pope, from which one can feel a sense of dissatisfaction.
"What's so remarkable about the period of upheaval? But let a volcanic eruption, an earthquake, and another death come to an end. Is it necessary to find me?"
"Mr. Aofang, that's not what I said. The location where the earth's veins are boiling this time is very close to the royal city, so the emperor asked for your help based on the records in ancient books. As the highest ranking guardian priest, I can only follow the emperor's orders to find you."
"Is this a tone of asking for help?"
Although Monica cannot see the outside world, it is not difficult to guess that the other party should have clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, trembling. The reason for her speculation comes from the following words. "Ni Xia, please calm down."
"Touch!" "Shut up! Get out of the way!"
"Yes."
"I have heard this voice before... is it him?" Monica guessed.
Before I could find an answer from the existing clues, the Austrian side's voice came out again: "Let's find a room first and rest well. The days of travel are unbearable for me, an old bone. Besides, I have already forgotten the method, so I need to calm down and think carefully. Anyway, according to the current situation, it will take some time for the earth to fully boil."
"Knight Hebe, take them down to rest first."
"Yes, Ni Xia."
Herb! Is that him? Is it really him There were infinite palpitations in Monica's heart, and a long forgotten name caused ripples in her mind.
Despite his various unwillingness, the Pope still promised special treatment, and as a result, the Austrian side requested a house with good light shielding. After being properly placed, Monica untied the heavy cloak. But now she has no mood to tidy up, all her will is occupied by the master of that voice.
She wanted to meet the owner of the voice, but couldn't do anything because it was day and night was her stage. But waiting is not so difficult, time passes by in anticipation. What appears before me is a scene of lovers reuniting one after another, with memories of the sweet past between the two. As if she had been reborn, she had forgotten all the unhappiness and only wanted to see her lover.
As for the Austrian side, he just sat in the chair and closed his eyes. He may not even know whether he is taking a nap or thinking about something.
"Monica, are you still awake?" The Countess's voice came from the room.
Looking back, Monica saw Yanni wearing pajamas and a nightgown. The evening breeze blew, tightly pressing the clothes against Yanni's body. The beauty of the curves, along with the woman's body, made Monica blush.
Holding two cups and a bottle of red wine in her left and right hands, Yanni walked over with her face turned to resist the blowing wind. The fiery red hair fluttered, like flames flickering in the darkness under the moonlight.
"Why didn't you sleep? It's very late," Monica whispered after taking a few deep breaths and her face and heart rate returned to normal.
"I can't sleep. And I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and have a drink with me!" Yanni pulled a chair and sat opposite Monica on the balcony next to Xiaojizi. The four bright moons in the sky pulled the countess's figure into the room.
The sound of pulling out the cork shattered the tranquility. Watching the bright red liquid pour into a tall wine glass, Monica felt the excited beat of her superior carotid artery.
Gently put down the bottle, picked up a three part full red wine, and Yan Ni took a sip. "Ah~It's truly a gift specially brought by star anise, it tastes really delicious."
Following Yanni's movements, Monica also took a small sip. Yan Ni put down her glass and asked, "What's wrong? I've been stuck in the laboratory lately, and I haven't even seen the biennial Platinum City Cuisine Competition. It would be great to come and try it out."
Feeling the bitter liquid flowing into her throat, Monica licked her lips and said, "I happened to talk about the teacher a while ago, so let's follow that emotion and do some research we're currently working on."
"Oh~Are you almost done?"
"It's almost there!" Putting down the glass, Monica clung her hand to the table.
Avoiding Monica's gaze, Yanni drank the wine and said, "Do you know that there are many great chefs coming to this year's cooking competition! Everyone has their own unique characteristics, and if I were the only one making the choice, it would be difficult to distinguish between them. I must have given them all the first place."
"Really? Then you have a lot more royal chefs."
"Yeah, right!" Yan Ni said excitedly as if she had come to life. "There was a master who was good at making small tea snacks who stayed, and an excellent chef who specializes in making spicy dishes who also stayed. But that Friday didn't stay. It's a pity you didn't taste his craftsmanship." She breathed a disappointed tone.
"What's wrong? Are they not satisfied with the conditions?"
Shake your head. "No! But he said he only wants to waste his life searching for all the treasures in the world and doesn't want to be confined in one place. I'm sorry to say it's not good, and besides, according to rumors, he really won't stay in one place for a long time."
"Why does it sound like someone? Hehe! By the way, what does he do?"
"Mother and son, quail and chicken!" Yan Ni's eyes flickered as she recited the name of this dish, and saliva echoed around the corner of her mouth.
"Mother and Child Quail Chicken? How to make it?"
"Put two or three quails into the belly of the old hen, and then roast the Beggar's Chicken. The delicacy of the hen permeates the quails, and that kind of multiple enjoyment... Hmm~" She closed her eyes, and Yan Ni could not help licking her mouth while imagining the taste of the original cooking.
"Is that right?" Monica looked at the bright moon in the sky with a nonchalant expression.
Upon noticing Monica's gaze, Yanni also looked up at the moon with only four left. "Ah~J-Days are also approaching, that night without the moon..."
"Yes~"
Four eyes stared blankly outside, and no one spoke. The sound of pouring wine echoes back and forth in the peaceful night.