Against the World II: Transgression
Chapter 33: The Fall of the Dwarves, part 3
As many as 45 thousand soldiers of the Order of 9 Knights Templar were already in a state of readiness in front of the southern gate of Dwagnowa. Their weapons and armor looked shiny. Their faces were serious, tense, but not disturbed by doubt. They believe in themselves as the best army on the surface of the world; they will not be afraid to face the enemy from anywhere.
Not much different from them, the dwarves in warrior uniforms were also on standby within the city. It was also seen that the Dwarves of various elites were on top of the unbroken part of the wall. Magic cannons can be seen lined up up there. There were also groups of dwarves with magic cannons placed on top of the buildings that were able to survive the huge explosion in the air earlier.
They were all ready to welcome every attack that came. The pride golems of Khrometh had even airborne in the center of the city sky.
Their waiting time was not long. The enemy was completely determined in attacking. Shortly after Saint Petra's engagement with his troops, the reconnaissance soldiers reported movement from the west.
Petra is not procrastinating anymore. He immediately ordered his troops to move there. The Dwarf Kingdom was their precious ally. They will be at the forefront of defending Dwagnowa's safety, while the dwarves will be at the rear and supporting them with their magic cannons.
In the courtyard of the royal palace, Gozilla which was clad in adamantite armor equipped with dozens of rune formula carvings stood in front of about 1200 main soldiers of the kingdom. They are the terelite of the terelite. No army in the Dwarf Kingdom could rival an army led directly by the king. Gozilla gave instructions to his soldiers regarding the impending attack.
Meanwhile, over a thousand meters in the air, Khrometh inside his golem focused his gaze westward. Of course he had not been able to see clearly from this distance, but the feeling that had arisen within him was completely unfamiliar. Minner—fucking asshole guy who used to make fun of him—was there. That rancid warebeast was the leader of those bastards who dared to land fangs in his country.
“The old man really wants to die,” murmured Khrometh between annoyance and pleasure.
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About three thousand vampires shot in high speed towards the western wall of Dwagnowa. Leading them are the three strongest vampires in the troop. All three were members of the Moon Temple. Hecrust is in the middle. On the right is Cainabel. Meanwhile, on his left side darted Lucard. All three were a few meters in front of the three thousand vampires who were already ready to fight.
“Oh yes, Cainabel, don't you have the task of recruiting necromancers who is it?” Lucard throws a question. The position of the three adjacent allows the three to be able to communicate even in a running state.
“He refused,” response the vampire. “He wants to stay by Queen Elmira's side. It seems they have a pretty close relationship. She will accept Miss Vermyna's offer after Queen Elmira is gone.”
“Did the Elmira know the status of the necromancer? He is no longer human. He's probably closer to immortality than we are to vampires. Or even the Spirit King Sakhra. Maybe he won't die either. He is a creature who has walked in life and death. For him, there is no dividing dimension between life and kemation.”
“Possibly already, likely not yet. However, we must respect his decision. After all, he and Favilifna Kingdom did not really side with the empire. They were on El's side. Miss Vermyna already stressed El is not the enemy.”
Lucard no longer extended the conversation after hearing Cainabel's explanation. But this time his attention had landed on Hecrust. Hecrust certainly realized that, but he didn't bother about it. Like Cainabel, the focus is just forward-centered. He's very professional.
However, despite trying to ignore the views of Lucard, still a sense of unease haunting Hecrust. Who wouldn't mind being stared at so intensely?
“If you have anything to ask, just ask, Lucard.” Hecrust said without turning his head to the vampire in question. “Your views make me uncomfortable. I'm so reminded of the rumors that are circulating about you.”
“Hahaha. Forget about those crazy rumors. Even though I've never been seen having a relationship with a woman, that doesn't mean I'm not normal. I just want to know. Ah, exactly I have two questions.”
“What is it?”
“El and Menez, both are stronger than you. When you were a child, you were the strongest among them. But now it's much different. Don't you feel jealous?”
“That's a useless question. From the beginning I had assumed they would be stronger than me, especially Xavier. I just don't expect Miss Monica to be strong either. In my mind, Miss Monica will always be the one to protect. Xavier is also quite overprotective on her.”
“Oh, you're quite hearted as well. Then, as a second question, when are you going to make your lover a vampire? You don't want to see him die of age, do you?”
“…”
“Lucard's right, Hecrust. You've become a part of us. Rather than you returning to being human, we would be happier if you were a part of us forever. Turn Elena into a vampire; make your own vampire family.”
“...Let me handle Saint Petra,” said Hecrust ignoring the words of the two vampires on both sides—seeing the presence of the Knights Templar troops in front there gives a fitting opportunity for Hecrust to put aside their conversation. “We have a business that was never resolved.”
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Saint Petra is the closest personification of the word “tenang”. He could sense the three vampires who were at the forefront were extremely dangerous. It was impossible for him to overcome the three of them at once. Let alone three, winning against one of them is a form of luck that is quite high. Even so, this one man did not have the slightest bit of panic. In his head there was only a prayer that he offered for the safety of his soldiers.
“Do not think of anything other than defeating all the enemies that come!” petra shouted with the loudest volume her mouth could emit. “Although our number is far superior, do not be arrogant. They're vampires. The power of evil is with them. Focus your heart and mind only on the path of goodness. Attack!”
Fiery cries came out from the mouths of the soldiers. In an instant the two armies clashed. The soldiers spread out, in groups attacking the vampires.
Saint Petra herself was about to stop the female vampire leader. He is the one who looks the most dangerous. Eve's existence is as strong as Saint Bedivere's. Petra stressed herself not to let the woman slaughter the soldiers. Until the Order 6 army led by Saint Maviera comes, he will as much as possible hold the three vampires.
At least, that was what Petra was planning. However, the masked vampire he had once seen in the Amerlesia Mountains was already four meters ahead of him with a pointed spear. The other two vampires had already vanished from the sight of the saint. The sick screams of his soldiers accompanied the disappearance of the two powerful vampires.
“Seventh Saint Petracia Lliorente, I will be your opponent. Let's finish our pending fight.”
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Cainabel did not waste any time just making a sound. With a flat expression and a cold eye he finished off his opponent dozens after dozens. It does not turn them into molecules or smaller than that; cainabel kills them all with sharp needles made of blood. Every soldier dies, the blood he takes to multiply the blood needles.
To the enemy soldiers who were lucky to get close, Cainabel finished them off with her pointed umbrella. Their armor was instantly pierced in a single jab. They immediately lay dead. Not once did a Knight Templar member manage to simply scratch his skin. Cainabel is unstoppable.
The same goes for Lucard. He was very violent and aggressive in attacking. It was like someone who was venting out a long pent-up anger. All the Knights Templar soldiers who came to Lucard broke their throats. The blood of the corpses gathered together to form a ball of blood several meters above the vampire's head.
The number of Knights Templar soldiers continued to decline and decline. Nothing could stem the brutality of the two Moon Temple members. To those soldiers, both were like hills that they could not move.
However, that does not mean the Knights Templar just queue to die without struggling. They were indeed helpless before Lucard and Cainabel. Not so with other vampires. The vampires were indeed significantly stronger, but the cooperation of the Knights Templar soldiers made the difference. One by one the vampires died.
Nevertheless, the difference is very obvious. Every single vampire killed, Order 9 loses more than 100 of their members.
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Saint Petra was unwilling to let the two powerful vampires slaughter his troops. However, the plain white masked vampire also could not let him. Not only because he had challenged him, but also because he was the only one Petra could possibly defeat. The other two vampires were on different levels.
“What can I do,” said Saint Petra while covering her body with mana. “Come to your challenge, Vampire!”