Afra's mouth twitched as she was left speechless towards Avril. The burst of blood mist erupted once more, and this time, Gelfant was coming for Afra. With the specialization Keen Vision, even if Gelfant's speed was ten times faster, Afra could keep up. Unfortunately, her body couldn't.
With a "thud," Gelfant was impaled through the heart by a sword, while Afra, though she dodged just in time, couldn't avoid the graze on her left shoulder. Immediately, her bones shattered, her shoulder caved in, and the health points she had just regained were wiped clean. Afra spun and flew outward, and Gelfant knelt on the ground, striving to pull the sword embedded in his chest.
It had to be admitted that the vitality of vampires was tenacious. Even with a heart hit, there was still a chance of survival. Plus, the rapier was too thin, causing a minimal wound, so although Gelfant was severely injured, he was still alive. A crowd of soldiers rushed up, a gleaming array of spears and axes advancing towards Afra. A knight looked at Gelfant, awaiting orders.
Gelfant's face was icy as he said, "Kill her."
Afra's mouth was filled with bitterness as Lightning Claw entered its casting time, and mana began to accumulate. Her figure flickered, evading two spears, and her right palm struck a soldier's chest. The injury to her left arm reduced the power of this palm strike by at least 30%, and with Afra aiming for speed and the soldier's armor providing resistance, the soldier only took half a step back.
At that moment, Lightning Claw erupted. A fierce electric current burst forth, and the metal armor served as the best conductor. With a "crack," a puff of black smoke rose, and the smell of burning spread. The soldier convulsed, and Afra pulled out the spear from his hand, quickly retreating. The soldiers followed closely, a gleaming array of weapons chasing after her as she retreated and thrust.
There were no sounds of weapons colliding, only the low hum of heavy breaths. The spearhead was stained with blood; Afra's gaze was fierce as she艰难ly evaded the oncoming weapons, constantly seeking gaps to thrust her spear. One by one, soldiers were hit by Afra's spear, falling to the ground and then being trampled by countless large feet. Five thrusts, five kills, but the price was Afra retreating 12 steps, cornered against the wall.
The sound of disorderly footsteps rang out as a group of defeated soldiers fled in this direction, looking back and shouting with joy upon seeing Gelfant, "Lord, they're breaking in!" Behind them, a group of soldiers pursued closely, led by the furious James, followed by four companions and a group of knights. Particularly conspicuous was a tall figure in a cloak.
A good opportunity, a gleam appeared in Afra's eyes. Cold Wind Trail burst, the icy gale blew in her face, causing Gelfant's soldiers to become a bit disordered. Afra rode the wind, her spear thrusting continuously. Two blooms of blood, two soldiers clutching their throats fell to the ground. Afra charged in, her spear snapping, one soldier impaled.
She reached out and pulled a sword from one of the soldiers' waists; the sword flashed, and three soldiers were injured in succession, their formation in chaos. On the other side, close combat ensued. Gelfant's soldiers fell one after another, especially the man in the black robe, who was incredibly fierce. His axe chopped down one after another, while he took consecutive hits; spears stabbed at him as if they were striking a large tree—the feeling was extremely awkward. The man in black just kept charging forward, and then the spears could only break helplessly.
In just a short moment, three broken spears and 12 wounds appeared on him, but the result was five lives and a fatal gap. Gelfant faced James, but two consecutive uses of blood escape technique had cost him more than half of his blood, plus his heart pierced by Afra, even a vampire couldn't withstand it. At this moment, he was beaten back by James repeatedly.
The blood mist exploded, and James's pupils shrank sharply. A thick arm blocked in front of James, and with a "crunch," green juice splashed, and the sword tip stopped an inch in front of James's forehead. Gelfant tried to pull out the sword but failed. James stepped back, and the dragon-slaying spear swept forcefully. Gelfant flew out like a rag, and the man in black silently pulled out the dagger inserted in his hand and then broke it.
Gelfant climbed up from the ground, glanced at them with resentment, especially at Afra, and then ran away in a panic. Amidst the commotion, Afra rolled his eyes and fainted again.
So, Avril must be sent by the author to mess with me!
Avril: "Unable to refute..."
When Afra woke up, it was already daytime. In her perception, the steel-cutting sword had returned, lying not far from her. Sunlight shone in through the window, and exclamations of surprise rang in her ears.
"She's awake..."
Egasha appeared in front of Afra, raising two fingers and asking, "Afra, how many is this?"
Afra rolled her eyes: "Two!"
Egasha breathed a sigh of relief: "Not silly, then is there any discomfort in your body?"
Afra said slowly: "Yes."
Egasha asked anxiously, "Where?"
"Stomach." Afra looked at the anxious Egasha and said weakly, "Hungry!"
???
Egasha held her forehead and said to Afra, "I'll have someone bring you food."
"Afra sister, you're awake."
A small figure pounced on her, kneeling on Afra's stomach. "Puff!" My stomach, I'm sorry for you. But looking at Aurora with red eyes, Afra's heart softened, and she could only comfort: "Alright, little one, sister is fine."
"I'm sorry, sister."
Next to her, Avril bit her finger, looking at Afra uneasily. A big bump on her forehead made her look like a unicorn, which made this tomboy look a bit funny. Afra was eventually amused by her funny appearance, what else could she do, of course, she could only forgive her.
"Forget it, I forgive you."
Anyway, this tomboy's starting point is always to help her. After two consecutive results... it's possible to be two but not three, give her another chance.
Four fish bones were piled on the plate, and the delicious fish soup was wiped clean by Afra with bread. A cup of milk was drained by Afra in one gulp, and she burped contentedly. Touching her slightly protruding abdomen, Afra couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness. The people around her couldn't help swallowing, and they also felt a sense of hunger after just having breakfast.
Afra's way of eating is different from ordinary people. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that Afra eats as if she is on a pilgrimage, which makes people can't help but have an appetite and want to have a good meal.
At noon, the people from the Silent Monastery arrived. This monastery is not the one that is speechless, but because the people in this monastery practice by not speaking, which is somewhat similar to the closed-mouth Zen and so on.