As mentioned before, the demon wolf is the same type of familiar as the demon ant. The only difference is that the demon ant is the strength type, and the demon wolf is the agility type. One has a strange strength that is comparable to the superior familiar, and the other has the same degree of flexibility. That’s all.
In this case, the magic wolf naturally has the same characteristic as the magic ant.
That is, the magic power required to summon alone is not high. It is a familiar that wins by quantity and can be used to form a human sea strategy.
During the last attack on Orleans, although Luo Zhen also summoned the magic wolf, he only let it do the job and did not intend to use it to fight the enemy.
The Demonic Wolf, which is just an intermediate familiar, cannot be a match for the flying dragon, which is an upper-level familiar, right
But it's different now.
Under Amadeus's Noble Phantasm, the flying dragons collectively suffered the negative effects of decreased strength and continuous injuries.
This song, which will reduce the ability of even the servants by at least one level, weakens the flying dragon. Naturally, there is no mercy at all, turning the flying dragon into a bastard that can't even match the demon wolf.
Under such circumstances, Luo Zhen used the power of a command spell, used all his magic power, and used the most powerful "Devil Wolf Summoning" technique to form a wolf pack. The power is overwhelming.
So, the wolves started killing among the dragons.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"
Amidst the sounds like flesh and blood being pierced, torn, and chewed to pieces, the bipedal flying dragons were attacked by the demon wolves one after another, causing large areas of blood stains and wails.
"Kill!"
"Come on!"
The soldiers of the French army also rushed forward, and the weapons in their hands were either chopping or stabbing, and fell on the two-legged flying dragons one by one, piercing their bodies very smoothly.
The French army, which originally did not have a numerical advantage, with the assistance of the demon wolves, completely overwhelmed the flying dragon army.
"Go! Rush into Orleans!"
Gill, who was also holding a long sword, was charging forward. While fighting bloody battles, he shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing towards Orleans.
Compared with the situation two days ago when Matthew could only rely on the front to charge into the battle, this time, the soldiers of the French army finally felt proud and proud and were able to personally kill the enemy.
The greatly weakened bipedal flying dragon might be able to deal with the soldiers, but under the collective siege of the soldiers and the concentrated fire impact of the artillery shells coming from behind, they were still attacked one after another and fell to the ground, unable to get up again. .
The situation completely fell towards the side of the French army.
until…
"〈Kazikli bey (blood-stained king ghost)〉!”
In an elegant and deep voice, countless iron stakes protruded from the ground and shot towards the demon wolves one after another.
"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"
Along with the sound of flesh tearing, the raging demon wolves were pierced by the sudden iron stakes. They didn't even have time to howl and were strung directly on the battlefield.
"!"
Following the elegant yet deep voice, another voice echoed across the battlefield.
However, this voice summoned not an iron stake, but a torture instrument.
"Rumble..."
In a burst of atmospheric roar, a torture instrument named Iron Maiden appeared on the battlefield. Like coffins, it swallowed up the soldiers who had no time to react and closed them tightly. got up.
"Pfft!"
The next moment, neat tearing sounds came from the torture instruments.
"Ugh...ahhh...!"
Screams followed closely.
The screams of the soldiers.
The screams of the soldiers weakened after a few seconds.
Immediately afterwards, bright red blood flowed out from the door of the torture device.
"Did you show up...!?"
Behind him, Amadeus' expression became solemn after witnessing this scene with his own eyes.
At this time, the servants who each released their own Noble Phantasms also slowly appeared on the battlefield.
"Although it is not the blood of a beautiful girl, the blood of a strong soldier can also awaken my fighting spirit. It is really good."
Assassin walked out from behind a torture instrument, stretched out his hand, and wiped the blood from the torture instrument on his lips, smiling evilly and evilly, showing an intoxicated expression.
"As a human, I have been impaled a lot, but as a wolf, I have never been strung up with a stake."
Vlad III was also holding a spear. He seemed to be condensed from countless bats. He took shape in the gathering of bats flying from nowhere and appeared in front of everyone.
The enemy's servants finally moved out.
"Come on, the killing begins."
Vlad III smiled at everyone in the French army as if inviting people to a feast.
"A feast of blood and mourning? It's exactly what I want!"
Assassin laughed happily as well.
The most ferocious enemy just blocks everyone's way.
"Well…!"
"Ugh...!"
The soldiers of the French Army immediately took a step back involuntarily, their faces turning pale.
Even though there are only two enemies, everyone here has witnessed the opponent slaughtering countless compatriots in the central square of Orleans two days ago. Naturally, it is impossible to think that they can defeat the opponent as long as they charge forward.
"Don't be afraid!"
Only Jill stood in the army and shouted.
"Forward! Forward!"
Jill boosted morale.
pity…
"Courage is commendable, but Yu is also a man who has led armies in wars. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous in front of Yu?"
Such a voice penetrated into Jill's ears, and Jill's expression changed.
At the same time, a dark shadow shot out from the front like an arrow and rushed in front of Jill.
In the shadow, Vlad III quietly appeared.
"laugh…!"
With the sound of the air breaking, the iron stake-like spear in Vlad III's hand cut through the air and stabbed Gil.
Under that stab, the air was completely squeezed out.
It was impossible for human reflexes to catch up with this blow, leaving Jill helplessly watching death come.
but…
"Using this level of magical skills against ordinary humans would be too unruly."
Amidst the light scolding, the pale flame mass came silently.
"oh?"
Vlad III immediately stopped the attack in his hand and turned into a shadow again, avoiding the mass of flames.
"Qingji, come on."
Kiyohime dressed in kimono walked over and murmured.
"Master, is he looking at me?"
It is not the party involved who answers this question, but the opponent.
"So, are you the next invader who needs to be executed?"
Vlad III reappeared from the shadow and looked at Qing Ji with elegance and arrogance coexisting on his face.
As for Assassin, the moment he saw Qing Ji appear, his eyes already flashed red.
"Beautiful girl, ah, your blood belongs to me."
The assassin makes a longing sound and prepares to strike.
only…
"Just give me enough is enough!"
Amidst the screams, the magic gun like a microphone pierced through Assassin's back at an astonishing speed.
"Qiang!"
Amidst the crisp clashing sounds, the magic spear's blow was blocked.
An instrument of torture in the hands of an assassin.
However, Assassin's face was not at all relaxed.
At this second, what appeared on Assassin's face was shock and fear that he had never seen before.
"You...you are...!?"
Assassin's voice was filled with disbelief.
"snort!"
Elizabeth held the magic gun in her hand, looked at Assassin with pity, and then spoke like this.
"Finally see you!"
Elizabeth called out Assassin's real name.
"Camilla!"