Blood Drinker
Hilde has been observing regressors throughout her travels. Old and powerful, but more than well known, Tyr is already a walking natural phenomenon. She didn’t need to know more, so Hilde kept me and the regressor in sight all the time, even conducting trivial tests to see their reaction.
Her observations were close to her research. Appearance, origin, personality, voice and mannerisms, steps and qigong. She observes and studies all of them in detail, then disassembles them and puts them on herself. She persistently digs into her characteristics that make her look like herself, and misleads others with her superior appeal.
In the process, she finds out the other person’s hidden secret. It was thanks to Hilde playing her part that the gender of the regressor was found out.
‘Shay’s weakness is clear. Interpersonal warfare. It’s not the battle of the changing world where authority collides with authority, but only a little bit of talent in fighting among humans.’
Regressors are obviously strong. However, it may be due to the power of the memento, but it has gaps against humans. It is said that it is difficult to catch a chicken with a knife to catch a cow, but how difficult it must be to catch a small human living in it with a sword of heaven and earth. Perhaps that’s why the regressor expressed disapproval against Patraxion and the musketeer Historia. Even more so if it made sense.
Hilde didn’t make sense, but her body was a sacred sword. Her faith gave her the gift of her miracles that matched her reason.
… Of course, Hilde’s faith was a variable type, so it was a holy sword that could change her shape freely.
“… Then~.”
Two daggers flew quickly as if they were straddling the arms of the regressor. Instead of Jizan, she blocks her hand that holds Jizan, and Cheon-Ang confronts her sword hilt and competes her strength. At the distance where each other’s breath touches, and at the interval where the dagger is advantageous, they constantly throw numbers and exchange sword attacks. When a regressor who barely coped with it received an attack with a thousand bullets and prepared for a counterattack.
‘I’ is Historia. Commander-in-Chief of the Army. Pseudo-explosive glasses.’
Awkward. The experience of the regressor reacted before Chunban-gyeong. It is a dizzying sense of déjà vu that I continued to experience in previous episodes.
The method of fighting, always aiming at the enemy with the tip of the sword, was the main fighting method of Historia, the musketeer of the military. Historia, who wields bayonet skills, uses her shooting as a trump card to gain an advantage. It doesn’t matter if you don’t shoot. If you show a powerful shooting using a bomber and put the gun in a position where you can shoot it at any time, you can force damage unilaterally with that alone.
Now, Hilde was using Historia’s fighting method as it was. The intuitive regressor twisted her body and blew her qi into the cherry blossoms. At the same time, Hilde’s holy sword exploded like a flash. The two blades stretched out and brushed past each other. Because of the collision in the air, the trajectory of the sword changes.
“… This is, of the Musketeers!”
“Whoa. Are you good at coping?”
It is different from Historia’s technology. Instead of using a blast mirror, he uses the elasticity of his body and the explosive power of his holy sword, and instead of speed, he uses sharpness to tear opponents apart. The length is also short, so perhaps the regressor won’t reach it if it’s just two steps away.
It’s different, but the depiction is almost the same. To the extent that even the regressor felt a sense of deja vu.
“This is the beginning~. Concentration! If you miss again, this holy sword will be found stuck between your eyebrows!”
Rungken charged straight into the crowd. No warning now. It doesn’t howl like a beast. Prioritize the order of the founder one step ahead of the joy felt in battle. He swung his arms randomly and swept away even one more person.
Humans die. Aji doesn’t want to accept that. It howled fiercely and attacked Lungken from behind….
“No time to play, dog king!”
At that time, Lungken suddenly held out the undead Guardian of Thunder. The human crumpled in his big hand shakes. Looking at the broken arm and mangled leg, it is already no different from a corpse, but it is still alive. That alone is enough to stop Aji’s footsteps.
“Wow! Whoa!”
Aji just ran and barked with her frightened face. As if she begged me to please stop her slaughter and turn her attention this way.
But Lungken ignored Aji’s cry. She pursued the fleeing humans to remain true to Tyr’s will.
“I’ll deal with you later-!! After carrying out all the king’s orders!”
Every time Lungken follows the will of the founder, darkness gradually envelops him. The power of the founder, and the darkness that protects vampires from the cursed sunlight, grants them grace. As long as you are with darkness, your blood will not be damaged even under sunlight. It swims in the subtle sunlight and feels no resistance.
In a situation where all the power could be drawn out, Lungken used that power to carry out the founder’s command. His blood rushed like a storm.
That time. Valdamir raised his greatsword. Clothed in red blood, he stepped forward to slaughter. That’s all, the area where humans can live is reduced. The sharpened, swirling blood was like a storm with blades.
Valdamir calmly muttered even in the midst of the slaughter.
“You had a nice meeting.”
Appreciation ends with that. Now when it comes to work.
Valdamir kicked the ground. As his red mist swayed vaguely, he was in the middle of the crowd before he knew it. The thunder guardians who approached to protect the thunderstorm were startled by the sudden rise of the giant, and before they could react, they were swept away by the red greatsword’s sword strike. Blood beats like a wave. The only thing that reacted to the red blood ball in the blood was the urehhoeju.
[…] Red Blood Ball!]
Thunderstorm swung a thunderbolt with his charged arm.
The body that instantly merged with the thunderbolt was shot at a similar speed. A holy thunderbolt that will condense and condense to burn even the blood. It was an attack prepared by the Lord of Thunder, deliberately narrowing the gap and being caught, since the elder could never be killed with enough force. Nemesis is fired to punish the elder.
The power that moves Claudia is swung to kill a vampire….
One step ahead of him, Valdamir moved first. Insert the hilt of the greatsword into the inside of the arm of Thunderstorm and twist it slightly. The greatsword turns into a wheel and rotates, the positions of the two twist each other, and Thunderstorm’s attack misses and pierces the air. Pure white lightning flowed through the cloud waterfall. The power of the city disappears in vain.
No matter how strong a power is, if it’s a human wielding it, it can be overcome with human skills.
A swordsman who was called a genius since he was born, and even after his death, Valdamir, who has accumulated strength and experience by receiving true blood, has already reached the pinnacle of being human with just pure skills. He doesn’t bother to receive the huge power with his body, but flows it out. Even that was a very small piece of technology possessed by the Red Blood Ball.
[Ah.]
The rank is different. Power and skill are far above. If immortal beasts even sharpen their skills, how on earth should ordinary humans fight against them?
Feeling exhausted after releasing power. Valdamir dug into the unavoidable gap before it could be refilled. He grabbed the back of the greatsword with his hand and pushed it short. Even when he tries to defend himself, his arm is broken. It neutralized the defense and tore the body apart with a single movement that continued like flowing water.
Urehoeju’s shoulder is split in half, and bright red blood soaks into the blade of the greatsword. Wu Le Hui-ju hurriedly grabbed the body of his sword with his other hand and tried to push it away.
“It is harder than expected.”
That’s all for appreciation. If it is harder than expected, apply more force than expected. Valdamir’s greatsword took blood and gnawed at Thunder Lord’s body. Blood Magic. A greatsword cuts through her arm, as her blade crushes and melts ice. It’s only a matter of time before everything is cut.
At that time, the Red Blood Ball caught something. A huge, irresistible current crushes the space he occupies. She was just a step away from killing Hoeju, but without regret, he pulled out her great sword and raised her arm to block her unknown attack.
Puong. Arms covered in blood explode. A small fist wrapped in cloth was visible in the splattered blood. Valdamir narrowed his eyes when he noticed his opponent’s true identity.
“A saint?”
“….”
A strong body cannot last even for a moment. It’s not because of strength or skill, but a miracle of a different dimension is nestled in that fist. Calmly grasping the situation, Valdamir shortened the hilt of his greatsword and struck Fer El. A simple but powerful attack that seems familiar to the body digs into Ferel’s abdomen….
Tung. The greatsword, which seemed to penetrate, bounced back. Even though the building contained the power to collapse, Ferel didn’t even get a scratch. The skin is not even pressed. The blow with which the strongest elder exerted all his might did not change the result of his foreknowledge. Because Ferel’s existence has already been confirmed.
“Then I can’t kill you. It must be fate.”
Valdamir accepted that fact. His movement, which was like a mountain, changes. He lowered his stance and raised his greatsword briefly. He was still speculating whether he was thinking of running away or not. Seeing that the blood-soaked blade was still pointed at the human, Fer-El clenched his fist and said,
“Fate… It may change. Just like now that fate has twisted. But you, the cursed vampire, have neither the power nor the right to change that.”
The Elder’s immortality is great, but it’s not perfect like the founder. If you blow off his head, crush his heart, cut it into small pieces and throw them into the sea where the sunset shines, you won’t be able to survive. The goal is to trample on the most powerful vampire who will be cursed, the Red Blood Ball. With her self-precognition, Fer-El caught up with the form she saw in her future.
An irresistible blow that cannot be described with words such as strong or hard. That’s already fate and the truth. Before that attack, Valdamir….
‘No! I have to stop the red blood ball! Whoever goes… !’
Complied.
I will not oppose Ferel’s invincible wisdom. Insert one’s own body into the flow as an axis. As Ferel’s fist tried to crush Valdamir’s arm, I used my body as a lever to release power in a different direction. Due to the interlocking will of the two, the bloody greatsword moved in a trajectory that no one could have predicted. Round and round, the red greatsword rotated and fell.
At the end of it was a thunderstorm. The thunderbolt angel, suffering from a wound, belatedly noticed the greatsword that was about to split his head. I was powerless to stop it now.
The greatsword cut through the body of Thunderstorm. The blade pierced his shoulder, reached his chest, and then escaped. There is no hesitation in the slightest. Instead of the unkillable Ferel, Valdamir ruthlessly harvested the lives of the wounded, keeping his distance as if running away. Fer-El’s wisdom is entirely her own. The fate of Uraehoeju is unknown. Ferel, who had lost the Thunderstorm in vain, cried out when he saw Valdamir.
“Fight back! If you really want to escape from a terrible fate!”
Valdamir ignored Ferel’s provocation. Like it’s not even worth talking to. Instead, he responded by raising his leg high and stepping on the human groaning beneath his feet. Warm blood splatters on Ferel’s face.
An enraged Ferel unleashed a series of fatal blows, but Valdamir calmly responded.
Coming straight is just right. A fist that was too strong penetrated Valdamir’s body lightly and could not be stopped. The Red Blood Ball silently harvests humans even at the moment when a hole is pierced in his body.
But let’s hit it wide, so we grasp it with our senses and use that power in reverse. When Fer-El tries to break his greatsword, he twists it slightly, and his head and heart are preserved even at the cost of other parts. Even if Fer-El destroyed his body, he regenerated and calmly slaughtered the Guardians.
The regressor’s judgment was correct. No one standing here could stop the Red Blood Ball. Above all, his slaughter was concise and wasteless, so it was quick and quiet. Without a loud scream like Lungken, the man Valdamir had overstepped fell to the ground with cuts in one part of his body. That’s about it even with Ferel attached.
The regressor who can catch even the ankle of the Red Blood Ball is also tied to Hilde, who has revealed all of her moves. If this continues, no one will survive.
… So, Peru moved.