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A few days later, when Aenarion led his army to the Bucharest Fortress, set up camp on the edge of the city and built artillery positions, Astariel returned with her investigation records in her hand, looking shocked.

"How is your investigation in Wallachia going?"

Aenarion personally commanded the artillery to dig trenches and deploy cannons. In order to prevent the vampire's elusive air force, he added many additional musketeers for air defense, and deployed the members of the Palaiologos family in artillery positions as the final means of defense.

"Well, I have a rough idea. The Wallachians are the same as us. They are all orphans of the old empire."

Astariel adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses gracefully.

"I have investigated dozens of nearby villages in the past few days. The elders nearby all said similar things. In the third century, after the empire abandoned the province of Dacia, the local elven colonists refused to leave their homeland. In order to protect his people, the governor of Dacia refused the order of the contemporary Augustus to evacuate the area. He took up arms alone to protect his province, his hometown, and his people, and fought fiercely with the barbarian armies that were pouring in from all directions.

Without the support of the Empire, they certainly could not resist the barbarian army. In extreme desperation, the Governor of Dacia made a deal with a heretical evil god in order to gain the power to protect his hometown, and became the first vampire lord of this land. Half of the colonists who were supposed to be protected were sacrificed by him personally, their souls offered to some god of death, and their bodies transformed into hundreds of thousands of endless undead armies, which became the capital for these elven colonists to survive after losing the protection of the Empire.

The remaining half of the colonists, over the course of twelve centuries, became vampire slaves and food, and gradually evolved into their current form."

Astariel sighed.

"Another example similar to the Angelos family, Sultan Bayezid II. Your ancestor wished to become the Roman emperor, which led to the first fall of Constantinople. Bayezid wished to make the Ottoman Empire great again, but he himself became a sacrifice, burned his life and gave birth to the monster Selim the Grim.

The governor of Dacia made a wish to protect his people, but he sacrificed himself and killed half of the population before it came true. However, it doesn't matter. We are here to welcome them home. Tell everyone that the bombardment is only allowed to destroy the city walls and try not to damage the internal facilities of the city. "

Aenarion also felt a little emotional, and then continued to command the soldiers to deploy defenses. The infantry and artillery surrounded the inner layer, and the cavalry supported each other in the outer layer. He personally inspected the deployment of each battalion, and surrounded Bucharest with three layers inside and three layers outside, making it tight - surrounding three layers is useless against a pair of vampires. The entire undead army is built on the basis of magical control and slavery. There is no morale and no deserters.

Faced with Aenarion, who had a great advantage but was still cautious and did not reveal any flaws, Sanguinius was also very troubled. He did not even dare to launch a surprise attack while the Roman legions were not yet stable and had set up camp, so he hid in the city and passively defended.

A day later, as the first ray of light in the morning tore through the darkness and shone on the land of Wallachia, the vampires went into coffins to sleep in order to avoid the deadly sunlight. At this moment, a huge roar resounded through the sky, and the violent tremor instantly spread throughout the city.

The Roman legion's artillery bombardment began. One after another, 12-pound siege shells, accompanied by smoke and flames, whistled out from under the eagle flags, and slammed heavily into the walls of Bucharest with devastating force, creating hideous cracks and clouds of dirty smoke with a deafening roar.

In the sky, dense artillery shells dragged out one burning tail flame after another, and the cloud of metal and flames was large enough to block out the brilliance of the morning sun.

On the ground, people were frightened by the huge noise and vibration and fled in all directions. The whole city seemed to have its own life.

Under the systematic bombardment, it began to tremble as rhythmically as a heart.

The explosions were deafening, the city walls were filled with smoke, the lines of defense were shattered by the intensive artillery fire, sparks flew, flames spread, and the quiet morning turned into chaos and collapse. The smoky sky was set against the burning towers and collapsed city walls.

Under the cover of artillery bombardment, the auxiliary legion dragged bags of earth and charged forward, filling in the trenches that Sanguinius had spent a winter digging outside the city, breaking down all the vampires' defenses step by step.

Aenarion was very patient. The horrific artillery fire lasted for three days. During the day, the Roman legions opened fire at full capacity, smashing the city walls and filling the trenches.

At night, the vampires led the zombies to repair the city walls and dig more trenches. They did not dare to dig outside the city, so they dug dozens of tons of soil inside the city walls. While building trench defenses, they used the excavated soil to fill the broken city walls and defended to the death. This city, like Belgrade, was the northernmost fortress barrier of the Ottoman Empire. Although it was not as good as Constantinople, it was also repaired and extremely solid.

On the fourth day, Aenarion personally led the soldiers to launch an attack. After stepping over the burning and broken city walls, what awaited them were criss-crossing trenches and earth-built bunkers. A large number of dead zombies and living citizens used bows and muskets to fight back in the bunkers and trenches, forcing the Roman legions into defensive mode. They had to fill in a path in the trenches before they could continue to move, delaying the Battle of Bucharest to the fifth day.

At noon on the fifth day, Aenarion received news: the food supply route to his rear was destroyed. A grain transport team was attacked by vampires while traveling in Wallachia and was completely wiped out. The grain officer in charge of picking them up could not wait for a long time, so he sent out cavalry to investigate and discovered a bloody battlefield. Not a drop of food or a single corpse was left.

"Where did they get their soldiers? Scouts have confirmed that all nearby undead soldiers are defending the city. There is no other undead army within a radius of hundreds of kilometers! Even if vampires flew out of the city at night, it would be impossible for a few vampires to surround and wipe out a grain transport team?"

Aenarion was a little confused, and Astariel let out a cry of surprise and was the first to react.

"Villagers! When we attacked, Sanguinius did not fortify his city and clear the countryside. Hundreds of nearby villages were filled with elven villagers. We didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but according to my research these days, the original undead army was created by vampires slaughtering local elven colonists! As long as these vampires are willing, they can slaughter their own villages and people to instantly create a new undead army and move behind us!"

Aenarion frowned. The bottom line of these vampires was really low. It would take a while for them to break into Bucharest. A new army of undead appeared in the rear to harass the food supply route. These enemies were really tricky.

Chapter 416: Death Struggle

"Valkia, Chagatai, Clarks, Leman Russ, you four generals are responsible for the defense of Bucharest on all four sides. I don't ask you to capture Bucharest, just keep defending and trap him."

Aenarion urgently modified the plan. These four Janissary defectors were all at the level of legion commanders. Facing Sanguinius, even if they could not defeat him, they could not lose with such a huge advantage in military strength.

"Indrognir, take the Guards; Filth, take the Gorgon; Jeanne, take the Cavalry. We will go to the rear. Creating vampires is a very difficult and troublesome task. There are only about thirty vampire lords in Wallachia. I will personally protect the supply line and use [Enslave the Undead] to capture vampires. I want to see how many vampire lords Sanguinius wants to sacrifice."

Relying on his overwhelming national strength, Aenarion fought on two fronts, taking three battalions of 3,000 men to cover the next grain escort. He met a vampire detachment again on the banks of the Danube. Sure enough, the zombies inside were all the elven villagers seen before, as well as the Roman soldiers who escorted the grain last time.

With the experience of fighting Valerica last time, this time Astariel directly opened the All-Seeing Eye and searched for vampires in the dark. The three giant Gorgons, Philus, Sisina, and Euryale, moved on the battlefield like mountains. Their wriggling snake tails crushed the zombies all over the mountains like ants. They were so huge that a scale on them was as big as a human head.

Thousands of hairs turned into hundreds of poisonous snakes, spewing out countless brightly colored laser beams in gray, green, and pink. They densely swept across the entire group of zombies, solidifying large swathes of zombies directly into eternal stone. Nico's curse, which restored life, was simply unable to lift the Gorgon's petrification curse.

Amid the bombardment of hundreds of petrifying rays, the Gorgon Battalion began to attack. They were all Slavic snakemen Janissary of the former Iron Hands. They did not have any special features, but they were tough enough. The triple iron armor plus the natural scales after being transformed into snakes made their defense very exaggerated. Led by Medusa, the humanoid Gorgon, they killed their way into the stone-carved hell all over the mountains and rushed straight to the vampire lord in the center.

A ghoul led his subordinates to try to intercept. It swung a huge bone club and smashed it hard on the head of the snake veteran, making a shocking noise. The horrible force went along the snake veteran's body and smashed the ground under his feet into cracks. An ordinary person's head would have been shattered by this blow, but he only shook twice due to dizziness.

The second snake soldier supported his body, and the third snake soldier swung his hammer.

He fought a fierce battle with the shield and the zombie. The two sides fought extremely fiercely on the narrow battlefield. The snake soldier was hit by two sticks, and the iron plates of his armor were deformed. However, the recoil defense of the triple armor and the high-intensity resistance of his own scales did not affect his movements at all. In turn, he broke two ribs of the zombie with two hammers.

At this moment, the snake soldier who was attacked was no longer dizzy, and rushed over together with the brother who helped him up. The three snake soldiers surrounded the zombie. While using the quadruple armor to resist the zombie's attack, they used the hammers and shields in their hands to smash the zombie into a pool of disgusting, rotten meat.

The Gorgon camp was like a slow but heavy hammer, ruthlessly smashing all the defenses in front of it.

Looking at the approaching Gorgon camp, the Vampire Lord had to go into battle himself, summoning a storm of undead to sweep across the entire army, tearing through armor and flesh, and stripping away the enemy's souls, but was countered by the White Tower Mage who used dispel magic.

And at this moment, a pure poisonous iron chain screamed and tore through the sky, whistling like lightning!

Even though a vampire's reflexes far surpass those of humans, she was still scratched on the cheek by the sudden attack. The wound instantly turned to stone, and the poison spread to the surroundings and deep into her flesh. Frightened, she immediately swung her claws and gouged out the entire piece of flesh, thus preventing the spread of the Gorgon petrifying poison. Her broken and bleeding face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, the chain hit the ground heavily, and the hooks at the end of the chain clung to the ground firmly. The dozens of meters long chain instantly contracted like a tape measure, pulling Medusa's body over from dozens of meters away, as fast as a purple lightning!

Although she does not have the mountain-like size of her sisters, Medusa's petrification ability is no weaker than that of other Golgons. And because of her small size, she has more exaggerated mobility and stealth. The slender chain tripped the vampire to the ground, and the whole person rode on her gracefully. A dagger filled with Gorgon's poison pierced through the vampire's left arm that was blocking his chest, and directly stabbed his heart.

"Roar!!!"

The vampire lord let out a bloodthirsty roar, and grabbed Medusa's neck with his right claw. His sharp claws pierced through her neck and tore open her throat. He also used his claws to suck the blood of the Gorgon to heal his injuries and delay the petrification process.

But he didn't expect that the blood of this Gorgon was even more poisonous. The sharp claws tore open her throat and sucked the blood. The moment, the entire right claw was petrified! The highly poisonous blood of the Gorgon gushed out from her jade neck like a fountain, just like highly corrosive sulfuric acid, turning everything it touched into stone.

Medusa was not afraid even after receiving a fatal blow to her neck. She petrified part of her wound and instantly stopped the blood gushing from her neck. She pulled out the poisonous dagger with a cold face, tore off the blindfold with her left hand, revealing the deadly Eye of Gorgon, and with her right hand, forcibly pried open the vampire's eyelids, making her look at her eyes in horror, turning into an eternal stone sculpture.

The petrification was successful, and Aenarion immediately followed up. After controlling the vampires with enslaved undead, Gorgon removed the petrification, not giving these vampires a chance to sever the undead contract and letting the lower-level undead fight to death.

The vampire lord, whose body was permeated and controlled by Aenarion's magic, knelt on the ground and wailed miserably. Under the slave command, he had to obey the order of his master and let all the ghouls stop moving, thus stopping the attack of the entire zombie army. Tens of thousands of zombies stopped moving in groups like fans that had lost power. They also stood like dense tombstones all over the mountains and fields, quietly on the battlefield full of corpses, without even breathing or heartbeats.

With the help of Gorgon's petrification, Aenarion hunted vampires while protecting the food route. Including the first captured Valerica, a total of four vampire lords fell in his hands. Their strongest was only at the level of Mahmoud, and was no match for the elite troops of the empire.

Seeing that his defense in front and harassment in the rear were ineffective, and vampire lords were frequently captured, Sanguinius became somewhat desperate. The gap in power between the two sides was so great that it could not be made up by tactics.

If he also joined the raid on the grain route, he would have to fight against the Roman Emperor Aenarion, the Iron Hands Legion Commander Filus, the four-headed dragon Indrognir, and Jeanne d'Arc, who had recently appeared out of nowhere and could fight Leman Russ on equal terms. In addition to these people, the number of powerful Roman fighters of the second-rate was also very large.

If he left the city now and attacked the Roman legions besieging Bucharest, he would have to face three old comrades-in-arms, Chagatai, Klaxos, and Leman Russ, who were powerful legion commanders...

Saint Gilles was somewhat desperate. She was walking alone in the corridors of the Royal Palace in Bucharest, admiring the portraits of generations of vampire grand dukes. The whole city would tremble violently every five minutes like an asthmatic old man in the roar of artillery fire. Even the chandeliers and ornaments of the palace were shattered countless times.

Finally, Sanguinius stopped and paused in front of the first portrait, which was a portrait of the last governor of Dacia in the Roman Empire and the first vampire duke of Wallachia. He had heard his father tell his story many times.

When the Roman emperor withdrew the two legions stationed in Dacia and abandoned the province, the elven colonists refused to give up their homeland and rose up in resistance for their homeland, even though half of the colonists died in the battle and even though in the longest river of history, they had to bow to Attila the Scourge of God, the Grand Duke of Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire one after another.

It was a vassal state, but it also maintained a great deal of independence. It was an independent principality and would never become a province of anyone else, nor would it ever be ruthlessly abandoned by an emperor again.

"That's it, Wallachia, you will never die before me."

Sanguinius calmly returned to his room, put on his armor, sharpened his sword, and sat in the trembling room, silently counting numbers and feeling the Roman legion's increasingly fierce artillery bombardment until night fell.

In the darkness of the night, Sanguinius suddenly opened his pair of terrifying scarlet eyes, and the sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed with a loud metallic chant. One vampire lord after another walked out of their coffins.

Three legion commanders against one, the power disparity is too great. However, this huge disparity in troop strength is the best opportunity he can seek in his struggle.

Chapter 417: The Impaler

Sanguinius soared in the darkness, she retracted her wings and dived downward, gradually accelerating, turning into a gorgeous meteorite with silver and blood colors intertwined, falling from the high tower of the city wall into the artillery position of the eastern military camp. The whistling sound of her wings tearing through the air was creepy, and the shock of hitting the ground spread throughout the entire military camp. Some soldiers who were sleeping on the ground were shocked and flew upwards by a few centimeters, and woke up instantly.

Her feet created a terrifying crater several meters wide on the ground, and the cannons deployed nearby were knocked to the ground by the impact.

"The white wings dripping with blood... are the king of Wallachia!"

"Call for support! Call for support!"

The soldiers of the 33rd Field Army, who were in charge of night watch and defense, had no time to form a three-line battle array and opened fire immediately. Hundreds of flintlock rifles, accompanied by dazzling flames and earth-shaking roars, formed a dense barrage of bullets. But at this moment, a pair of sacred wings forever dripping with scarlet blood, like two soft shields, or like a flawless cocoon, gently wrapped Sanguinius inside. Thousands of bullets hit the feathers of the wings and splashed blood, but they could not penetrate and damage the main body inside.

"call--"

With the sound of gentle wind, the blood-stained wings quickly spread to both sides and rotated, revealing the Lord of the Ninth Legion, Sanguinius, in the middle.

A series of breathtaking sexy curves outline a pair of proudly standing white and tender breasts. The two round jade-like arcs suddenly tighten at the waist, turning into a slender waist that seems to have no bones, and then expand into a plump peach-shaped buttocks and two slender and round thighs.

However, with such a charming and fiery body, her fair face was as holy and beautiful as the angels in religious murals, making people forget to breathe. Her eyes were as red as blood, and her extremely beautiful bloody lips revealed endless eerie horror. Her holy and dignified face suddenly revealed a terrifying smile like a devil, and the tip of every flawless white feather on the angel's wings was stained scarlet by blood.

[Sanguinius] (Half-Celestial) (Vampire)

Level 20 (Level 20 Warrior)

Health 136, Mana 0

Blood Spear Hit +40, Physical Damage 32~42

Defense 16 (Agility +10, Skin of the Dead +6), Magic Resistance 30

Strength 30, Agility 30, Constitution -

Intelligence 16, Wisdom 16, Charisma 22

The Roman soldiers felt horrified. The soldiers in the back row hurried to reload their ammunition and wait for support. The soldiers in the front row directly charged with bayonets to buy time for their companions. The Roman general in charge cast an identification spell and luckily broke through the opponent's magic resistance. Seeing the true face of Sanguinius, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The man feared by many Janissary legion commanders, and even revered by Warmaster Lion, was a level 20 warrior? A warrior who was close to being a legend, but the most ordinary... warrior?

Facing enemies coming from all directions, Sanguinius was not afraid. Holding a spear made entirely of blood, he spun and danced rapidly on the spot. Not only did he easily block the attacks coming from all directions, he even took advantage of the opportunity to slash at them, cutting off the calves of four or five soldiers at once.

After blocking and dodging countless bayonet stabs, he launched a surprise attack with the spear in his hand like a violent storm, stabbing the faces of three or four soldiers with a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and the bloody spears sucked out every drop of blood and liquid from the Roman soldiers' bodies at the moment of tearing and piercing through their bodies, turning those burly warriors into a dried corpse in just half a second.

A pair of angel wings stained with blood also danced in the air with her swift steps. At the end of each blood-stained feather, a scarlet blood vessel as thin as a harp string stretched out. Tens of thousands of scarlet blood vessels were like quietly growing scarlet vines, or like a group of snakes dancing all over the ground. Along with her graceful dance steps, they flew and spread around, turning into blood-colored spears, piercing into the lower body of every Roman soldier, lifting their bodies high. The protruding blood spears pierced through their entire internal organs, and came out from their shoulders, necks, and even mouths!

"Fire!!!"

Eighteen seconds later, the second round of shooting arrived as expected. Sanguinius, who had no wings to defend himself or spells to protect his body, was instantly blasted by hundreds of bullets, with flesh and blood flying everywhere!

With her extraordinary agility, she dodged most of the bullets, but her charming body was still covered with wounds.

There were holes all over his body and his arms were hit by more than thirty bullets. The two arms were torn off from his torso by the huge impact of the bullets. Blood gushed out from the broken arms like a waterfall. His forehead was hit by seven bullets from the Roman archer at the same time. The entire skull was blown off, revealing the white brain matter.

The stunningly beautiful woman in the last second turned into a bloody and horrible corpse in the next second.

Looking at the Lord of Wallachia who was crippled by a round of musket fire, the Roman legion commander in charge of defense breathed a sigh of relief. The warriors who were close to legend were indeed terrifying. They were not afraid of group battles, and did not care about enemies coming from the left, right or blind spots behind them. In close combat on the battlefield, they were like a terrifying meat grinder.

However, it was extremely difficult for warriors to deal with attacks and enemies from beyond their line of sight. Once entangled, they had almost no way to deal with distant enemies. A few hundred years ago, they could defend against bows and arrows by wearing more armor, but with the continuous development of crossbows and even muskets, warriors' days were no longer possible.

"Legion Commander!"

Suddenly, a voice mixed with fear and astonishment woke the legion commander from his thoughts. Sanguinius, who was almost killed by a volley of musket fire, healed and reborn quickly in front of everyone's horrified eyes. Dozens of bullets were squeezed out of the wound by the quickly regenerated flesh and blood, and he fell to the ground powerlessly. His scarred skin was like jade, flawless again. Two new jade arms stretched out from his shoulders and a brand new blood spear appeared in her hand.

In contrast, the dozens of Roman soldiers who had been pierced by the feather blood vessels had all their blood sucked out in an instant. A large amount of blood was transported back into Sanguinius' body through the exposed blood vessels, supporting her healing and rebirth. The soldiers whose blood had been sucked out quickly turned into mummies and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Blood vessels thirsting for blood left the bloodless corpses and continued to dance wildly on the ground and in the air, looking for new hosts, looking for fresh blood, like a blood-red grassland dancing in the wind, or like a densely entangled and entangled group of wriggling snakes.

"Aren't you very curious about why Lion El'Jonson, who thought he was superior to all the legion commanders during the Ottoman Empire, only feared me? Why did he fear the most ordinary and common soldier?"

Sanguinius had tens of thousands of blood vessels that spread across the battlefield like vines, sucking the blood of the enemies. She wielded her blood spear a few times, killing all the enemies around her and forcing them to retreat.

"Even if Filus's iron scales were indestructible even by artillery fire, she could use the Holy Slash to melt and cut them off. The Holy Knights gave her almost unbreakable magic resistance, the Sultan forged an indestructible black lion armor for her, and her special talent allowed the Holy Slash to burst out with power that was ten or even nine times more terrifying than that of all Holy Knights.

Taking these three points into consideration, Ryan is indeed one of the strongest among the eighteen legion commanders in the old Ottoman era.

Unfortunately, even she can't kill me."

Sanguinius suddenly threw the blood spear in his hand. The commander of the 33rd Field Army was also a veteran and narrowly avoided the blood spear, but Sanguinius was faster! The third blood spear appeared in her hand in an instant, whistling and tearing through the sky, piercing through the iron armor and piercing through the chest.

The strange force wrapped in the spear blade caused the Roman legionary to lose his balance, his feet left the ground, and the whole person was shot out and nailed to the wooden wall several meters away! The blood spear almost instantly sucked every drop of blood in his body, and an extremely beautiful bouquet of blood blossomed on his shriveled and skinny body.

Chapter 418: Scarlet Angel

After dealing with the legion commander who was in charge here, Sanguinius concentrated his mind and controlled the blood vessels that stretched out from his wings. He wrapped the controlled and entangled Roman soldiers into blood-colored cocoons, fixed them in place, and became his own temporary blood bags. At the same time, they became a cover to hinder the shooting of the musketeers in the distance.

She then began to pile the gunpowder from the artillery position next to the cannons, detonating large amounts of black powder to blow up the cannons and attract the enemy's attention.

According to his plan, other vampire lords would go to the three city gates in the east, south and west to harass and delay the pace of the Roman legions in other directions, while he would go to the north alone. If he could capture one or two Roman generals alive, he might be able to force Aenarion back to the negotiating table.

After blowing up two gates, Valkia arrived at the battlefield with a spear and shield in hand, full of murderous intent. Although she had become a general, she still maintained the fighting habits of a Viking shieldmaiden. She wore a scarlet plate armor tailored for her by a Constantine craftsman. The edges of the red steel plates were decorated and edged with brass. The exposed dragon horns, dragon tail, and dragon wings were also made into fitting iron armor by the craftsmen, making her look like a human-shaped brass dragon, emitting a metallic luster under the faint moonlight.

Behind her, three hundred Khorne warriors blessed by the God of War had their flesh and blood integrated with the brass plate armor. Every step they took emitted a cold and terrifying clanging sound!

"Captain of the Legion! Don't bring ordinary soldiers here! This guy is different from ordinary vampires. She can suck blood in groups! The more soldiers come, the faster she can heal herself! Numbers are meaningless to this guy!"

Several soldiers immediately reported Sanguinius' situation. Valkia nodded and roared angrily. The deafening Viking war cry even turned into tangible sound waves, which made Sanguinius' ears bleed.

At the same time, a

A wisp of terrifyingly hot blood-colored steam gushed out from Valkia's scarlet copper armor and rushed straight into the sky. She entered a bloodthirsty and violent state, like a blood-colored meteor, and exploded in front of Sanguinius in an instant! The blood-sucking vines were even burned directly by the terrifyingly hot blood-colored steam the moment they touched her body.

Sanguinius was not in a hurry. He held the spear with both hands and tapped the lower right side of the shield hard, causing the shield to tilt toward the upper left, breaking the balanced defensive state. Then, when the opponent charged forward with lightning speed, he stabbed a second shot at a faster speed, accurately hitting Valkia's chest. With an upward thrust, he directly lifted the charging Khorne berserker into the sky!

"call--"

Sanguinius stretched out his wings, soared into the air, caught Valkia by the scruff of the neck, and carried her to a height of dozens of meters in the sky. Then he retracted his wings for the second time and dived downward, causing her head to hit the ground heavily while accelerating. The shock wave blew the dust and dirt several meters into the sky!

"boom!!!"

The soldiers nearby were all stunned, they didn't even react. Sanguinius caught Valkia for the second and third time and flew higher into the sky, then threw her heavily to the ground, creating three increasingly larger and deeper human-shaped pits on the ground. A large number of musketeers assisted in the shooting, but the damage they caused was not as fast as the recovery of the vampire angel!

Thanks to the unique bloodline of the Half-Heaven Realm, her spell resistance is not as abnormal as Ryan's, but it is not low either. It is extremely difficult for military mages to penetrate this almost legendary magic resistance.