Overgeared

The act of absorbing blood wasn't inherently a means of survival. The vampires who coveted the blood of other species to live were just defective products. The proof was that Braham's actions weren't disrupted despite not partaking in the absorption of blood. He regained the power of a direct descendant and became a vampire again, but he didn't covet the blood of other species. It was because there was no need for it.

"Not bad."

The blood wiped away by slender fingers—the dark red blood that poured from the sky happened to be Hayate's blood. It implied that the Dragon Slayer, the last bastion of humanity, was struggling. However, no one knew it. They couldn't properly watch the battle between Hayate and Bunhelier.

There were some people who even saw it as a game of go. They perceived the polluted sky as a scene of the black and white stones trying to surround each other. It was because their movement was so fast that the figures could only be distinguished by color.

Bunhelier was black, while Hayate was a silver that resembled white. The series of processes where the colors chasing each other formed lines and dots, repeatedly uniting and spreading out, seemed like the process of creating constellations. At first glance, it was beautiful. They wouldn't have hesitated to enjoy it if it wasn't for the loud explosions that occurred one after another.

Every time the color and color, or light and light, appeared dozens of times, the roar that followed was so loud that it was incomparably greater than thunder. The echoes were sent through the crumbling ground and caused a bigger earthquake.

People were afraid. It felt like the world was on the verge of the end. They would've fallen into great anxiety if they discovered that Hayate, their support, was suffering serious injuries one after another.

However, the situation was rather good for Marie Rose. Unlike Braham, she inherited all of their mother's abilities and knew how to truly utilize the deed of blood absorption. Marie Rose brought her bloody finger to her lips. Her red lips shone in a bewitching manner and attracted people's attention. Her beauty caused a serious problem.

It made those who were thinking about the end of the world forget the crisis and fall into a trance. Therefore, it could be used for the purpose of leading people to euthanasia. It felt more like a curse than a blessing. In particular, it seemed to be a great curse for the person concerned.

The people who were fascinated by Marie Rose felt sorry for her. They quickly imagined that she could never truly communicate with anyone because she was so beautiful. The complicated impression she gave of being dignified yet pitiful and bewitching yet innocent naturally aroused a lot of their imagination.

Marie Rose didn't care. She was accustomed to having the eyes of others on her and just savored the blood of a Dragon Slayer.

'It isn't as sweet as my dear husband's.'

The taste was like perfume. It wasn't that it was on the level of being bad. Based on the memories of her mother that remained in her mind, it was said that the blood of a high status being was sweet. Yet strangely, it didn't taste good. Maybe it was the aftermath of tasting Grid's blood first. She became accustomed to the taste of Grid, so she became dissatisfied with the other tastes.

'Ahh.' Marie Rose's eyes curved while her white cheeks turned red. She felt complete restraint. She was chasing Grid from her mind and spirit to her body, so she felt completely dominated. Up to now, countless beings were obsessed with her and tried to control her, but Grid, who avoided her, was the one who dominated her. It was obvious that a certain pope, who turned his back on the faith he built up all his life and locked his soul in a coffin, would lament after knowing this.

"Eh…?" The people who had been staring blankly at Marie Rose suddenly came to their senses. It was because her collar fluttered and silver waves occurred that were centered around her. It was reminiscent of the aura of a Dragon Slayer, who was fighting fiercely high in the sky.

People's bodies started tilting. The people who fell to the ground eventually realized that the spot where Marie Rose had just been standing had formed a pit. It was like the surface of the moon. A huge crater was created.

this far? People were filled with worries and doubts, only to realize the strange sight a moment later. A closed

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power, he was able to utilize all types of evil energies. Therefore, he believed he was invincible and had no doubts. Of course, he had no intention of fighting with other old dragons, but he was confident that he could easily escape a crisis

that Bunhelier imagined came from beings in the same level as him. He wasn't particularly conscious of anyone unless they

beings? He believed he could easily

very different from his beliefs. This human wasn't an easy opponent to trample on.

naked when the innate power that protected him in most situations became powerless. There was a

as intimidating as his crazy name. It was to the extent that Bunhelier became a bit annoyed at meeting

other than me who dealt

a very interesting sight. He would've enjoyed watching it. However, he was reduced to being the spectacle. His anger soared when he thought about the

and confusion. Bunhelier had been eating chaos as food

moment he was born. He didn't foresee that a crisis would arise during his existence. At

in his emotions. It was a weakness that he was aware of himself. This was the reason why he was extremely reluctant to associate

down. There is no reason

even though he suffered humiliation several times by the Dragon Slayer, who dared to act recklessly. He was confident that he could get rid of Hayate before Nevartan broke into the scene. Hayate had surprisingly good skills, but

[……?!]

that Kraugel couldn't recognize and Kraugel wouldn't be able to interrupt his activation of the Breath—Bunhelier was aware of this part and flew at the speed of light while

the momentum weakened

directed downwards. Another Dragon Slayer was heading toward him. It

[You—what is this?]

defense and scales alone couldn't promise complete protection. Bunhelier endured the humiliation and surrounded himself with a magic power barrier. Then he stared at Hayate as if

situation was. There were two Dragon Slayers, not one. This

this way. It was hard to believe that no one had ever noticed the truth, so

he noticed she was nearby. It was the aftermath of accepting the demonic energy of hell. The Three Evils of the Beginning, who were in the position of dominating demonic energy, had a natural antipathy to

It wasn't in the shape of a sword, but took the form of five claws. At the same time, it tore apart the magic power and the weak parts of the

barrier of black

[You…!]

of the uninvited guest who