The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... let the vampires do as they always do. I'll just rip your arm off and take the other one."

"Roger that...!

"Now it's time to crack his head open. Aah......!!

Mr. Sheba waves the knife and skips the instructions. Perhaps he is the leader.

One word and the other two move instantly is proof that the tactics are working together in just that much exchange.

... After all, is it the same as Terriers?

A familiar name for teamwork like one heart and for weapon configurations like compensating for weaknesses.

So far we have something in common, and it won't mean it's irrelevant.

But now I don't have time to pursue it in depth or think about it. I'm sorry to expose the gap again.

Deactivate the arrow that flew in like a greeting by lightly paying the blade. Probably skilled or magically corrected, but still not at a rate I can't deal with if I'm focused.

"Oh my...!!

"Huh...!

Is it because it's the same weapon type? Mr. Sheba has rushed the attack on me more.

If you don't even distract yourself, your fat muscles are looking good enough. Adjust the angle of avoidance and let only one thin skin be slashed.

Avoidance in critical ways, intentionally. A tiny sensation runs to the back of your hand and the blood seeps away pale. That's fine.

"Blood Arms, Chain"

The means I once used when fighting the Terrier Bandits.

Let the opponent scratch and produce seeping blood from it into the weapon.

The spilled blood changes to what I say. [M] A hard noise called Jarrari was made, so that it grew from the back of his hand, and a red chain was created.

"Shit... this is why vampire opponents are troublesome! Spitz!"

"Yes, sir. People are rough."

With a tongue strike, the opponent lowers as he intercepts the chain.

Bows and arrows fly in, as if to help it.

At this time earlier, Akita came up with a raid, but not this time.

"I'll take care of the big guy."

I honestly believe what Isabella said nearby, and I take Akita out of consciousness.

The sound of battle is not the only sound Isabella and Akita are fighting. I'm sure Mr. Fernote, Mr. Richelle and Kuzha are also fighting to defend their territory.

Above all, the people of Dark Elves should be fighting to protect their land.

Isabella gives me one opponent, so I can focus on the other. Mr. Spitz also has to turn to support for both of us, so the flying arrows don't streak.

If this is the case, it can be sufficiently accommodated at speed.

And I guess they know that. Mr. Sheba spits poison without hiding his face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"You're in trouble......!!

Another step in, it's coming.

The opponent moves fast, predominantly attacking in a row. Although every blow is mild, it doesn't stop to flow.

But if it's a speed-oriented battle, it's on me. The status you specify when reincarnating into this body is Speed Pole Swing.

It's not a speed you can't follow, it's not a density you can't follow. Instead, now that we have a helper knife named Mr. Isabella, we're even making room.

... After all, do you want to take the steeple off!

The position the opponent comes after is none of which is a lethal position. That's why it's easy to make predictions.

Not only do you play the blade you're shaking, you also shake the blade from here.

It's not like taking the other person's life, of course. I'm not willing to kill you, and more importantly, I have a lot to ask this other guy.

Just like each other, a move that runs away from the steeple. The sound of a sword trident continuously plays a battle.

As the exchange of attacks continued, from the gap between the sounds of the sparks, the voice of the opponent arrived.

"Regardless of the three of us as usual, the vampire opponents can hang out in this situation......!

"You seem familiar with vampires."

"Well, I guess so. Our job was to deal with vampires until now."

From my previous conversations and apparent misalignment with the steeple attack, I had one possibility in mind.

The word hunting. Conversation that His Royal Highness will rejoice. And more importantly, a method of assault called arson, like smoking out residents.

Their purpose is to capture them alive.

"To vampires, dark elves...... what am I going to do to catch something like that......!?

"I don't know. I'm just taking it because my father says to bring it."

The answer to the query will return no time, I guess, because that's all they mean.

I mean, for them, I guess that's really all. I don't care why, bring him in alive, just do it because he said so.

As soon as I understood it, something sleazy ran through my back.

I thought it was similar to the Terriers, and it wouldn't actually be irrelevant.

But there is one decisive difference between the Terrier Bandits and the trio in front of them.

The Terriers, bluffing, silly, but firm in their will.

I can't feel that from them. It sounds good when it comes to loyal dogs, but I can't feel the will to live in those eyes. It's empty somewhere, pale.

It's like looking at yourself when you were in the house of Jiuyin.

"Huh... I won't let you do it!

I wonder why.

You're supposed to be looking at the same thing as me, but somehow it bothers me.

I feel as if I'm looking at something I don't want to see.

I ran the blade, trying to shake away the incomprehension that overflowed from the back of my mind.