They all call me master.

Chapter 771 Burning III

The silver sword collided with the stone statue, and a sharp and piercing sound burst out from the impact point, forming a visible ripple that spread in all directions.

In just a moment, all the trees within a radius of 100 meters were turned into dust and scattered everywhere.

boom!
The flames wrapped around the silver sword spread to the stone statue at the moment of impact.

A 10-meter-thick column of fire shot up into the sky.

The stone statue was also carried into the air.

Moreover, it was locked tightly.

The eyes of the statue lit up scarlet.

"Witcher!"

The Blood Drinker Heber seemed to be reminiscing, or talking to himself sarcastically. The power unique to the Blood Drinker allowed it to break free from this bondage in an instant.

But the restraints broke free.

Count Bernacon's attack came again.

The old demon hunter who had just rushed past on his warhorse turned his horse's head at an unimaginable speed and completed a back-and-forth attack.

Ding!
This time, it’s a vest.

'Blood Drinker' Heber did not hide.

Or……

Can't escape!

"Even if you are burning your own life, how many times can you launch such an attack?"

'Blood Drinker' Heber asked.

This time, there was no sarcasm.

Only memories remain.

Those scarlet eyes, once filled with coldness, briefly possessed a little warmth.

But the distortion still occurs.

Memories do not hinder the attack of 'Blood Drinker' Heber.

After all, in its memory, it was also the one who tore apart its husband who was burning his life with its own hands.

“It’s been a long time.

But now think about it...

I like the temperature of the blood."

'Blood Drinker,' Heber said softly.

With these words, the distortion was completely completed.

It's not just perception.

It's a complete force field.

In this force field, any speed faster than that of Blood Drinker Hyperion will be distorted into a speed slower than that of Blood Drinker Hyperion.

but,
useless!

The old earl did not slow down.

On the contrary, the old earl was getting faster and faster.

Fast as lightning.

As powerful as the wind.

Ding Ding Ding!
The afterimages brought about a series of hitting sounds.

But as the old count's speed increased, the afterimage completely turned into...

Streamer!

The stream of red flame!
Bright and hot!
And the sound of hitting turned into one!
Ding!
When this sound appeared, the scene changed again!
Under the fierce attack of the old earl, ripples appeared one after another and quickly overlapped - the previous ripple had not completely dissipated before the subsequent ripple began to appear, and caught up with the previous ripple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The layers of ripples merged into one at this moment.

Gathered on the old earl's silver sword.

Light!
The light composed entirely of ripples blooms at this moment!
Not dazzling.

Not eye-catching.

But it was extremely heavy, as if the tremors of the earth had merged into one at this moment.

This sword fiercely slashed at the surprised 'Blood Drinker' Heber.

The stone statue that had endured hundreds of blows without any damage was shattered by this blow.

Snapped!
The stone statue broke into hundreds of pieces and fell to the ground.

But the scarlet eyes did not disappear.

In fact, there was no dimming at all. The eyes were still shining, and the voice continued -

"Evil Breaking Slash?

Do not!
This kind of Evil-Breaking Slash, which is infused with one's own will, is much more powerful than the ordinary Evil-Breaking Slash!
Well done, witcher."

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Amidst his heavy breathing, Count Bernacon was completely unable to answer.

The fatigue surged like a tide.

the most important is……

vitality!
Count Bernacon, who used to be a strong and energetic old man, now had gray hair that had lost its luster and was falling out in large clumps. His thin face was reduced to just a layer of skin, like a breathing skeleton.

As for the flames that were burning before?

Only a thin layer is left.

As if it would disappear with a gust of wind.

Seeing the old earl in this state, Blood Drinker Heber was silent for about a second, then chuckled.

“Humans are indeed fragile.

After such a blow, you have completely lost the power to resist.

Became the fish on the chopping board.

It is really……

ridiculous! "

As it spoke, the shattered stone statue gathered together again.

It has not been restored to its original state and still retains traces of cracks.

Feeling such an injury, there is no doubt that the date of full recovery has been greatly delayed again.

The thought that it would take him twice as long to recover in the true sense made Heber, the 'Blood Drinker', feel worse.

“Do you still have a little blood?
It's mine!
Just consider it as an offense to me!"

When it comes to "blood", this "blood drinker" Heber no longer speaks in a whisper.

The other party had no so-called etiquette, and his rude words were mixed with the roars of wild beasts.

Moreover, before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the old earl impatiently -

Ding!
A very familiar sound appeared.

It was still the collision between the long sword and the stone statue.

The person who drew the sword was not the old earl.

But it was Marquis Einhas.

The marquis' swordsmanship was completely different from the old earl's. Not only did it not produce any shocking ripples, even the sound was three points weaker.

All the power was restrained by this old marquis.

All placed...

On top of two long swords.

Silver sword, quick.

Steel sword, heavy.

The two long swords attacked alternately. The former stabbed ten times before the latter stabbed once. However, one stab from the latter was equivalent to a hundred stabs from the former.

Not only was it powerful, but also the force of the former's impact was concentrated on the steel sword by the marquis.

After Heber the Blood Drinker was hit, the cracks on the statue became larger.

Almost subconsciously, 'Blood Drinker' Heber pulled back and fought back.

But at this moment, the force fed back by the 'heavy' of the steel sword was concentrated on the 'speed' of the silver sword.

accelerate!accelerate!
The silver sword slashed at Blood Drinker Heber at a speed ten times faster than before.

Suddenly, the 'Blood Drinker' Heber was entangled.

And the next moment, a heavier steel sword came slashing down.

As the cycle repeated, Heber the Blood Drinker was directly suppressed.

"The Einhas Family's secret technique, Double Sword Slash!"

Viscount Windsor, who was just a step slower, looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Einhas family uses double swords as their flag because of the Einhas family's "Double Sword Slash"!
Although it was rumored that this secret technique once belonged to a certain witcher family, the Einhas family would never admit such a rumor - at that time, they were in the 'Silver Age' and did not want to be exposed that they, as a witcher family, had served the Church in the 'Holy Age'.

Viscount Windsor was well aware of this.

But he knew better.

'Blood Drinker' Heber is much more than that!
(End of this chapter)