I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

How miserable.

On his side of the battlefield, Phil also found more familiar faces, including KK who was standing at the back with a sniper rifle, and the one who looked bohemian and raised his middle finger at the fanatic believers outside the barrier and kept provoking them. White-haired idiot - Zab Revelo.

"Wow, look at your face, which looks like a 00 set filled with 100 eggs that has been used and dried in the sun. You are so blind! Your god will not vomit it out on the spot after seeing it. Is this street flooded... Huh? Huh?" He raised his hands in the air and shook his two middle fingers.

Although the fanatical believers from another world could not understand what the arrogant scumbag was talking about, the insulting nature of the raised middle finger gesture seemed to be universal across the universe.

The enthusiasm of the believers was obviously aroused and they became even more manic.

"That idiot, why are you still provocative at this time? Isn't it troublesome enough?!" Tracy, from the conjurer family, looked away from the taunting white-haired man with a look of disgust on his face.

But he didn't realize that he would be captured by Zabu and become his girlfriend in a few years.

The flashing blue light in the battlefield stopped. It seemed that there were basically only this many members of Kikari and other organizations coming to support.

There is basically a huge gap in the number of people visible to the naked eye, about two to three hundred people versus several thousand...

"Everyone is here, please stick to this place!"

The warlocks who maintained the barrier were transferred away to assist in the reverse summoning to prevent further earthquake disasters. Everyone was informed that the barrier could only last less than two minutes after they left. The remaining time was a face-to-face confrontation between them and the fanatical believers.

The Warlock Association and the hundreds of people with extraordinary abilities currently surrounding the barrier pillar will be the last two lines of defense in the human world.

They seem to be placed on two ends of the scale. The collapse of either party will cause the worst irreversible consequences.

As the light yellow barrier shattered, the fanatics rushed forward in a swarm, roaring crazily. What greeted them was a barrage of throwing weapons composed of dense spell bullets, bullets, and blood spells.

The battle is about to break out, and the battle to defend the barrier pillar officially begins at this moment!

Chapter 176: Fight to the Death

The flames streaking across the battlefield seemed to completely ignite the dark despair. The roars came like a tsunami, and the collision between flesh and blood echoed on the scorched earth covered with dark clouds and thunder.

This is the last line of defense in the human world, and behind everyone is the Great Barrier Pillar of Hersharemuzi that supports the final balance between the worlds.

The only requirement: defend to the death... fight to the death!

As the spell masters chanted incantations in succession, the spell bullets condensed into a dazzling meteor shower as if they were free, and hit the fanatic believers who gathered and rushed towards them, killing them at the moment of contact. It turned into a burning blue flame. It caused many casualties, and the crowd fell in pieces like harvested wheat.

But none of them flinched. The fanatical believers from the other world still held their weapons high, or rushed towards the barrier pillar with empty hands, with fanatical expressions on their faces. It seems that welcoming death and sacrificing their lives is their final destination to welcome the arrival of "gods".

The language he shouted was incomprehensible to Phil and others, but the sound of thousands of people shouting together gave people a strong sense of shock.

That kind of momentum that engraved faith and fanaticism into the soul, without fear of death, even made the Yagakus in the front row who gathered weapons and prepared for battle couldn't help but retreat.

——This is the holy war in their hearts.

Phil's position was slightly further back, and she was not as close to the fanatic offensive as the fangs in the first row, but she was still shocked by the real war scene in front of her.

Although there are struggles in the chaotic city, they will all end hastily or be suppressed by absolute force. Although the schemes of the conspirators are difficult to deal with, there are also solutions.

Abnormal life has become a daily routine, and it is even a little ridiculous from time to time.

But Phil never thought that behind this kind of life, he would experience such a pure war.

War often has only two outcomes - victory or death.

Not long after, the fanatic believers had left hundreds of corpses behind and rushed into the battle line. They were in close combat with the Yagakus in the front row. The group spell bomb attacks with relatively low accuracy could no longer be released. In the situation of attacking more with less, Hitting friendly troops down will only give the opponent a greater advantage.

"Fighting Bloody Fire God, the fourth blade, red lotus bone!"

The bright red flame tornado suddenly illuminated a large battlefield and swallowed up several fanatic believers.

Zab Ray

Flo….

This was the first time that Phil saw him look so serious. His silver pupils were only focused on the sharpness of fighting. His cheeks were already covered with blood from unknown people over there, and he kept waving his hands. The huge bloody sword in it.

He was the one who raised his middle finger in mockery before the battle, but now he was standing on the first line of defense, and he was still the first to attack the enemy.

No wonder, even though Zabu has an extremely awkward personality and a downright scumbag style, he was still invited to Lebra by Klaus and others. Regarding this, there is something quite reliable about it.

Knowing that the guys on the front line must be the group with the highest mortality rate, he still stepped forward without hesitation, leaving his back to the others.

There is a saying that goes well, do you want to be a hero in front of everyone for five minutes, or do you want to shrink back and be a coward for the rest of your life?

The sound of muscles being connected to bones being shattered by brute force was heartbreaking, and the blood spurting out completely dyed Zabu's figure red.

"It's totally not good enough. Are you all cannon fodder-level softies? Then another hundred of them won't be enough for me to kill!"

Zabu held on to the giant sword and gasped for air. During this period, he did not forget to raise his middle finger to salute the endless waves of enemies in front of him.

"It's a pity that there are thousands of you..."

He smiled bitterly, pulled out his giant sword and started slashing again, but more and more enemies surrounded him, threatening to overwhelm him.

Even if Zabu is really strong, he can't resist the pure crowd pressure tactics. After all, the combat effectiveness of those fanatical believers is not low.

There are still many Yahoos who are surrounded and killed like this, and they can't be managed at all. Everyone can't protect themselves. Stephen and Klaus have also rushed forward, leaving Phil in the back row.

Zabu's sword-swinging movements have slowed down significantly, and the wounds on his body have begun to increase. If he continues like this, he may die on this battlefield soon.

But how did he survive? !

Phil stared closely at Zabu's figure in the distance, and this question popped into his mind.

Looking around, no one seemed to notice him except himself.

Who can save her? Anyone...

The palms of his hands were soaked with sweat, and the coldness from the metal handle made Phil's body stiffen.

Could it be you?

"Never try to change the course of history." Bai Yaksha's advice echoed in his mind.

What has happened is an established fact. Zabu will not die here. He just needs to witness it...

But such an excuse cannot deceive oneself at all.

1 Zell's coin, a vendetta at a convenience store, and being infected by the Blood Familiar.... The Campbell sisters' mother was eliminated as a result.

It seems that everything should not happen here, coming from the interference of extra fate.

Three years... no, four years later, Helsalemz Lot, this bizarre city has become his home and the destination of his soul.

There she will meet a large group of friends, friends who care about each other like family and often quarrel and prank each other...so she will never feel lonely again.

Although Zabu doesn't know him yet, it won't be like this when he meets him in the future.

But can I just watch this guy Zabu die in front of me?

Can't.

Graysfield clenched the long knife in his hand and took steps towards Zabu who was surrounded by fanatic believers.

Studies have shown that emotions are a very powerful force. It can promote the secretion of adrenaline in your body, speed up breathing, accelerate heartbeat and blood flow, and dilate pupils, providing more energy for physical activities and making reactions more efficient. fast.

It can also re-introduce the power back into your body that should not reappear.

People who have experienced Blood World Familiar infection will be in extreme pain when undergoing recovery surgery and cannot help but cry out. Although this will increase the psychological burden on the healer, it can also convey the progress of the surgery to them.

When the infected blood is completely purified, the patient often falls into a coma or stops wailing as the pain subsides.

But when Gracefield was undergoing purification treatment, Abrams was not very accurate in confirming the progress of the operation because he was accustomed to the pain. It was also the first time for Abrams, who relied solely on experience, to see such a patient. .

And there is no special instrument that can detect the cells of the vampires, because no optical equipment can observe the vampires. Therefore, a very small number of blood cells remained in Phil's body and had not been completely purified.

As time went by, although Phil himself did not realize this, the powerful regenerative ability of the vampires was mobilized by the heightened emotions at this time. With the secretion of large amounts of adrenaline and the accelerated beating heart, they began to reproduce and replicate, and as the blood vessels flowed through whole body.

However, this hidden danger is not negative. Just like Klaus before, it will only bring her strength and vitality far beyond ordinary people...

A figure with long brown hair shuttled between the battlefields faster and faster, even becoming blurry. But her bright eyes were still as blue as gems.

Zheng!

The clear sword cry echoed through the battlefield as the long sword on Phil's waist was unsheathed. The cold blade reflected the firelight flying freely in the battlefield, severely stinging everyone's eyes.

Chapter 177 Sword God

The body became lighter and lighter, and the blood carrying astonishing power was pumping throughout the body with every beat of Phil's heart.

"what is that?!"

Someone had already noticed Phil who was flying across the battlefield at high speed, and stared at her and exclaimed in disbelief.

Because she is so different!

On the battlefield where bullets, high-tech laser guns, blood magic and spells were flying around, only the petite figure with long brown hair was holding a long knife that even looked a little shabby in his hands, standing with the surrounding paintings. The wind seemed out of place.

It was the purest murder weapon that had appeared on the battlefield thousands of years ago. It had no bells and whistles, and only had the cutting sound it made when it cut into the enemy's flesh and the cold glimmer it still reflected after being stained with blood. Blade.

With a body strengthened by vampire abilities, combined with skills honed over countless hours, even without the support of the system, she still has her own glory...

——Sword God!

The strongest person in the field of cold weapons combines talent, blood, sweat and even the skill of penetrating death during the long period of wielding the weapons in his hands.

The Blood Realm Familia have super vitality and recovery ability, so their battles basically rely on the body and instinct. They rarely bother to compete with their opponents' skills. It is more useful to engage in a war of attrition by exchanging wounds with the enemy. . This is why it takes at least two highly skilled Yagari combatants to fight against a Blood Realm Familiar.

But if you have the physical strength of a vampire, coupled with the skills to reach the state of transformation... what will it become?

Perhaps, Gracefield, who is now shuttled through the battlefield, can explain to them what a violent and dazzling chemical reaction this will be.

The throat that sang the war hymn was cut off by the ruthless cold blade, and the intensive attacks that came down could not even touch the corners of her clothes and the ends of her hair. When you are locked by her beautiful gem-like eyes, there is only so much time left for you. Maybe no more than a few seconds.

It seems that launching a resistance is useless and unnecessary. All you can wait for is death.

The cut wounds and the surging blood from the arteries spurted outwards as if for free, covering the area with a light red mist, which was then blown away by the strong wind caused by her high-speed movement. Flowing on the battlefield.

It really embodies the term violent aesthetics vividly and depicts the bloody scene deeply into the hearts of the people!

As the last fanatic who surrounded Zabu fell under the knife of a strange girl with a puzzled look, he even felt that the air around him was gradually freezing together.

Zabu's eyes widened, his hands trembled uncontrollably due to lack of strength, and he said to the stranger in front of him who exuded astonishing aura: "Thank you..."

"It turns out that you can still say such things seriously. It's really strange."

"ah?"

The injured white-haired idiot in front of him looked confused, and a big question mark seemed to pop up on his head.

Phil shook his head and said: "It's nothing, the battle is not over yet, be careful not to die..."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then swallowed the "Zabu" that was about to blurt out back into her throat.

The strange girl who pulled her out of the blood pool turned and left. While controlling the blood to coagulate the wound, Zabu re-condensed the weapon and shouted at her back: "Hey! Although I don't know your name, I I owe you a life, but remember it!"

This sentence probably means: Please don’t die.

Even if this is the case, you are still not candid enough, Zabu.

Phil shook his head and smiled bitterly in his mind.

However, I remember that you will return this life later...but it will have to wait until three years later.

The battle is still going on, and although there is a powerful sword god joining us, the problem of numbers is always a flaw.

They are a party that is surrounded. Enemies are constantly coming from all directions of the barrier pillar, wanting to break through this last line of defense and help their gods come to the world, even if it is the beginning of the end and death. There is no fear at all, because in the eyes of those fanatical believers, this is not the end, but the destination they should go to.

A hundred against a thousand, but not every magician and fang hunter is a strong general who can fight one against ten. After all, people like Zabu, Klaus and Stephen are in the minority.

The defense line is inevitably collapsing, and the enemies seem to be endless. It even makes people ask, are there so many thousands of people?

But no one had time to care about this answer. Worse news came from the contacts of the members of the Warlock Association.

"The chanting speed of the reverse summoning array cannot keep up with the speed of the earthquake disaster. We need to dispatch more spellcasters to support!"

"What? Can't you see that the front is collapsing now? Allocating manpower from here will speed up death. They need us!"

As a member of the conjurers, Tracy loudly reprimanded and objected to Angelica who appeared next to him.

"But without your help, in five minutes, the earth under your feet will be torn in half by endless vibrations. Even if the big barrier pillar is intact by then, it will be of no use. Don't talk about this city by then. , this barrier..."

Angelica's usual cheerful expression has disappeared.

There is only deep exhaustion: "Everyone will die."

"Tracy!" Another woman heard the sound and ran over calling Tracy's name.

"elder sister...."