Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 133.2
Vampire Girl let out a lazy sigh. The Vampire Girl and I were about twenty paces away from each other, but she still didn’t stop.
“Don’t you see?”
We were about ten paces away from each other, and the Vampire Girl gave me a radiant, bestial smile.
“I’m a little hungry.”
At that moment, two “lines” cut through the darkness, slicing through my shoulder as I quickly jumped back, and at the same time, my Sickle Type Pendulum gouged out the Vampire Girl’s left eye from right beside her.
“…That’s awful. It’s been decades since I’ve had my face hurt.”
The candlestick with the candle in it fell and disappeared on the floor. Black blood spilled from the gap between the Vampire Girl’s fingers that held her face, and as soon as her hand was removed, her left eye, which had been gouged out as if turned back in time, regenerated and regained its original beauty.
“If you know him, then you must be a dark knight of this country? You’re pretty, but quite strong. Oh… how fragrant.”
Her hungry eyes stared at my blood running down my shoulder and dripping from my fingertips.
“What kind of weapon is that? I didn’t see it.”
Neither of us could see the weapon the other was using. Still, the Vampire Girl did not seem nervous, probably thinking that my weapon could not kill her. Small blades are not suitable for killing a Vampire. The damage from a small slash cannot keep up with the Vampire’s regenerative powers.
The Vampire was strong. However, that strength was also its weakness.
“My name is Charl, remember me. If you are still alive when I have filled my stomach, I will make you my servant.”
The Vampire Girl Charl released a flash of her blade. The weapon was held in her right hand? Perhaps it was some kind of one-handed weapon, but even my magic-seeing eyes could not see it yet.
The invisible blade made shallow cuts on my arms and legs. The wounds were shallow because Charl was also wary of my invisible weapon and didn’t step in unconsciously.
Then, in order to play a trick while I could afford it, I flew through the narrow passage while evading, kicking the ceiling and Throwing several knives that I pulled out from my thighs.
“What a waste of time.”
The knives were repelled by Charl’s flashing blades.
If Charl had fought like Sarara, a Vampire, and caught the knives with her body, it would have been useless. But Charl, who had “enough time”, was able to repel the knife, which did no damage, and the sparks told me what the weapon was.
A fleur-de-lis type Saber….
There were different types of sabers, one of which was a kind of one-handed sword. In the desert Khalfaan empire, they did not wear heavy armor, so crescent-shaped sabers that cut through leather were more common. And in the northern countries of the continent, sabers were specialized to pierce armor and became thin and needle-like.
Among them, the fleur-de-lis type was a weapon specialized for dueling, thin, supple, and flexible, and it was used only to kill humans.
“It’s time to give up. It will only hurt for a moment.”
Charl jumped in, her eyes reddened by the smell of blood.
Hitting something invisible, sparks were created. If a black blade made of magical steel was wielded in the darkness with the physical strength of a vampire, almost no one would be able to see it.
However, a weapon specialized for dueling was only as powerful as the way it was used in accordance with the rules.
At the same time, I caught the blade as I came forward. That blow, however, did not cut through me, but only hit me like a whip.
Charl was caught off guard. The weapon would have been more effective if it was midway in range, but by closing the gap, Charl had destroyed that advantage herself.
In a split-second decision, Charl tried to back away, but I threw down a pendulum with a string about two meters long.
Being a Vampire, she thought of my invisible weapon as a small blade and prepared to catch it with her body. But what I brandished was not the blade of the [Sickle Type].
A [Heavy Type] pendulum shattered Charl’s skull. Even though it was said that there was no way to kill a vampire except by severing the heart and neck, if the brain was destroyed, the vampire would have no choice but to stop moving.
“Hey, don’t underestimate me…”
Even with half of her head smashed in, Charl had not yet lost her will to fight, as she simply dropped to one knee. But in her right eye, which remained, saw me raising my weapon expressionlessly again, and I swung the pendulum down again on Charl’s crushed skull, which for the first time had her face twitching in fear.
I tore off Charl’s head, which had stopped moving, and after treating my wounds, I was back in action.
Concealment was no longer of any use, since the battle with Charl had brought together all the Vampires and other failures that were inside the castle. Still, none of the attacking Vampires were as strong as Charl or Sarara, and they were not as numerous as I had expected.
After defeating the first few Vampires with [Shadow], I continued in the direction of my enemies and was led, as if by a guide, to a large hall where the soldiers of the fortress were gathered.
When I arrived there, a man dressed in a loose black costume stood loosely in the light from a single candelabra on a single table.
The presence was darker than when I had seen him before. His muscles have become rougher than when I saw him before.
The man, who wore a gauntlet-like magical iron prosthetic hand on his left arm, which he had lost after being bitten to pieces by Nero, narrowed his eyes at me for a moment as I appeared and slightly smiled.
Grave; the real monster that haunted this country had grown even more powerful and appeared before me once again.
[Grave][Race: Human Male][Rank 5]
[Magic: 245/250]30Up [Strength: 402/410]60Up
[Total Combat Power: 2025 (With Physical Enhancements: 2565)]600Up.
Several Vampires, including the Evil Race, along with many other failures, were consumed by a pillar of fire like the breath of a fire dragon.
Far away from the land of the Evil Race, Gostola had been hiding in the Kingdom of Cleydale for several years with only ten companions, beating his chest and telling his best friend, the Chief, to take charge in order for the Vampire Clan to be recognized as the Evil Race.
The road had not been a smooth one. Not only did they look different, but they could not walk in the sun, so it was not easy just to establish a stronghold. But even among the humans, there were oddballs and traitors who invited them into their own backyards.
The information from the new collaborators helped them to decide on their next plan. It was a long-winded proposition that would have been appalling to humans, but the Dark Elf, the Evil Race, had a lifespan of several hundred years, and the vampire clans had an eternity of time to live.
In order to carry out their mission, they took the risk of increasing the number of pawns they would discard. But many of them were burned to ashes in the flames.
In the burning catacombs, Gostola’s gray eyes narrowed as he stared at the sickly madman who had been the one to bring them here.
“What the hell are you doing, Carla…!”
At such hateful words and glances, Carla smiled her usual amused smile amidst the burning flames.
“Don’t you like the smell of burning fresh corpses?”
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