From now on, the vampire girl escapes from the world

The complete whiteness was in stark contrast to the blood on the ground that came from nowhere.

It was as if the premonition had come true. Coco's pupils suddenly shrank:

"...Lily?"

236. The Duke Returns

……

"Click——"

The silver-white spear flew up from the ground where it was inserted and was held in Kro's hand while spinning.

As it flew, the huge and straight silver-white spear's body contracted layer by layer along the hard lines.

By the time it reached the dwarf's hand, it had become the size of a normal spear and could be easily held.

The silver-white tip of the gun pointed at the black fog ball that was still recovering its shape below.

Rossetti's upper body had already appeared, but the next moment, his arms and legs, which were still in chaos, were penetrated by silver chains that suddenly appeared from the void - the shackles at the end seemed to have tied up the hands and feet of this blood count.

Even the mist formed by the power that was about to reunite only hesitated and circled around these shackles, unable to solidify... nor to break free.

"【Heaven's Chain】. Its original purpose was to bind any visible object, even the laws of God."

The childish voice spoke for the first time. The dwarf's words were as cold and emotionless as her face:

"This is just one of its many failed mass-produced products, one with slightly better quality. But it is only the power given by God, and it is more than enough to restrain it."

Rossetti, with only half of his body left, opened his eyes and just as he was about to speak, he coughed up blood mixed with debris from his mouth.

The immortal power of the vampires is no longer omnipotent.

"You have no room for resistance anymore."

Crowe poked Rossetti's head with his gun.

The bloodstained short silver hair fell to the ground, and Rossetti seemed unable to utter a sound for the time being.

But her proud eyes could only stare in astonishment at the dwarf who suddenly attacked her.

——【Title holder】.

As the pyramid of internal fighting power among the races, they showed unquestionable strength and achievements in the war of gods, and their names naturally spread among the battlefields.

Over time, the battle records and characteristics that were passed down gave rise to titles.

People are accustomed to referring to them by these titles rather than their real names - this is a kind of warning and even more a kind of awe.

On the battlefield, if you meet someone who slightly meets the characteristics of those titles.

The only option is to escape.

The difference between the two cannot be made up by skills, magic, power, etc.

The only thing that corresponds to the title is the word "monster".

This dwarf... is one of those monsters.

"Why... cough...!!!"

He spat out some gray blood again, but still couldn't finish his words.

That was probably a question to him as to why this unrelated dwarf title holder suddenly attacked him.

"It is not my intention to come into conflict with you people," said Kro, "but someone asked me to do so, vampire."

Rossetti's eyes widened.

"You stole an orc, didn't you?" Kro said, "Senior Daphne told me. If we meet, it would be great if I could get it back. From your tone, you may not care too much... But for me, it's just a matter of taking some time to snatch it. The artifact will be released much earlier than expected, and there's no need to go through the trouble of finding a new orc."

Rossetti smiled self-deprecatingly, but blood still flowed from the corners of his mouth.

I am just a small orc... I have encountered such a bad fate of being targeted by the title holder...

"Only an orc can make this door open automatically. That orc must still be with you now, right?"

"..."

"Hand it over, and I'll let you go. I'll follow you in and take a look at the artifact inside."

Kro turned around and looked at Ai'er standing in front of the door:

"And... the elf over there. You're not planning to stop me, are you?"

Perhaps it was the hostility in Ai'er's eyes that made the dwarf feel vaguely unhappy.

Being stared at by such cold eyes, Ai'er couldn't help but step back.

This was different from the previous battles which could only be described as minor skirmishes.

This is the only and almost hopeless gap in combat power.

Elle recalled the desperate battle she faced with Heidi, the [Turret of Eternal Night], when she abducted Lily out of the castle.

The oppression I felt then is no different from what I feel now.

At that time, I just wanted to escape.

I'm afraid that what defeated me was not absolute strength.

But a feeling of despair.

"..."

Kro looked at Ai'er and took an unconscious step forward.

Ai'er tried hard to control the urge to retreat...but instead she straightened her legs and met Kro's gaze.

Ai'er's determination is different from before.

"If..." If you reveal all your cards.

Can we really fight?

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Kro’s expression became colder.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Suddenly, an abrupt smile came from behind.

The laughter grew louder. Looking back, I saw Rossetti lying on the ground, his lips still bleeding but slightly curved.

I don't know...what he is laughing at.

"What are you laughing at, vampire?"

All that was left for Kro was strangeness. Someone who might even lose his life shouldn't be so calm.

"One of the top fighters of the dwarves actually bullied a small vampire like me... I don't know whether it is misfortune or honor." Rossetti said: "...You guessed right, I did take an orc. If you want, it's okay to give that orc to you. But now, he is not in my hands."

"Where is that?"

"...Hehe...cough, cough." Rossetti laughed again. His deliberately elegant smile looked so creepy against the backdrop of blood:

"...Of course it is in the hands of that gentleman. Look...he is here."

Kro just turned around, only to see the distorted air suddenly rushing towards him!

The premonition of danger did not even have time to warn me.

Those attacks were not based on any entity, but were completely conceptual descriptions of the slashing.

Kro quickly turned over and blocked the attack with his spear. The impact of the collision of concepts caused Kro's petite body to retreat repeatedly.

“Gaze——” “Ding——!”

After the last continuous concept attack, Kro turned over and flew up. The huge metal arm behind him once again supported the wall of the cave, and his retreating figure finally stopped.

However, the red thread passed through the corner of Kro's eyes, and the force on the spear had not yet dissipated...

With his pupils suddenly shrinking, he could only watch silently as the dark red silk threads were wrapped around the huge metal arm layer by layer.

The silk thread was pulled straight, and the metal arm broke completely!

As a weapon that can scrape marks on the cave wall, it couldn't hold out for a moment!

“【Armor】!”

Realizing how powerful the opponent was, Kro's pupils shrank again.

The illusory halo outlines solid lines, gradually emitting a silvery-white metallic luster!

“…That’s it.”

A light yet deep male voice suddenly echoed.

The gray fog swirled and gathered, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were actually tiny bats the size of rice grains!

They gradually condensed into a white palm, following the backward-flying Kro.

He opened his palm to reveal a small cross inside and struck out, penetrating the dwarf armor that had not yet taken shape, and hit Kro's small abdomen!

The armor that was about to be condensed shattered with a snap, and Kro's petite body fell to the ground and rolled.

The black cross stood abruptly. The moment Kro's petite body bounced up, it was attracted to it like a magnet, and the tumbling stopped instantly!

The white palm gradually extended... Finally, a tall man gradually appeared.

The silver-white hair on the back of his head was simply tied up, and the pupils in his narrow eyes were red.

The black hem of the dress reaches all the way to the ankles, and she stands simply in the center.

Rossetti had unknowingly broken free from the chains of Heaven, and the man helped cut the chains that restrained his power just before he appeared.

Rossetti bowed solemnly to the man:

"...Thank you for your timely arrival, Lord Duke Lucius Griffiths."

237. The Spirit Surges