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dusa?
No, Gorgon?
dusa is just the na of the girl defiled by the Sea God; her species’ scientific na should actually be Gorgon.
"Snake Demon" plus "Gorgon" plus "Human"... your circle is really quite tangled.
That night, both the Snake Demon and the Gorgon must have been drunk.
"What an interesting bloodline!"
Unable to hold back his sigh, Herbert walked towards that side, drawing his sword.
If he kept watching a bit longer, he feared he would really only gain a Gorgon specin.
As Herbert drew out his blade, Eliza walking alongside him with her arms crossed raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hey, are you going to ddle in this?"
Although she was never afraid of death, she didn’t want to die in vain.
If they could survive, no one would choose death.
The situation was urgent, and they didn’t have so much ti to waste on other things.
Don’t delay the big matter because of wasting ti.
Herbert kept walking, turned his head slightly, and looked at the Vampire lady beside him, smiling: "What do you an, ddle? I’m a Paladin after all!"
"Protecting the weak is my mission."
This is my duty!
"Ha."
Eliza gave a sidelong glance, humming: "Paladin? Are you?"
Herbert nodded with a smile: "I believe I am."
The Vampire lady, seeing Herbert wasn’t angry, lost interest and didn’t stop him anymore, just asked one more question.
"Will there be enough ti?"
"Of course there is, right?" Herbert looked back, glancing at the Dark Elf on the other side.
Svanni nodded silently, agreeing with Herbert’s thinking.
She didn’t stop Herbert’s reckless actions from the start.
Through her careful confirmation, the blood sacrifice ritual was only initiated and not yet fully operational; it still needed so ti.
There were two possibilities for this situation.
One was Stella not wanting to attract attention, trying to boil the frog slowly and capture everyone all at once.
The other was that the ti for the ritual was pressing, but the materials needed were not perfect and needed additions later.
Either way, it gave them so breathing room.
Herbert nodded, looking at the eight Dark Elf assassins, noticing the emblem embroidered on their cloaks.
"Additionally, helping them create chaos is actually helping ourselves."
Besides bypassing most of the guards with the insider Svanni, they also needed to throw the entire Moore Clan into chaos, scattering the internal defensive forces.
The more forces deployed, the thinner Stella’s defense would be, making it easier for them to decapitate.
Though so would inevitably remain unaffected forever, at least the other forces were weakened.
"Moreover, listen... they seem to want to present this girl to the Grand Mistress, can they succeed?"
"You know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Herbert exclaid, his steps quickening as he charged toward the center of the battle with his sword.
Thud, Thud, Thud!
His three steps turned into two, kneeling down, leaping fiercely.
Whoosh—
Holding his sword with both hands, he raised the Longsword above his head, and with the falling force, he slashed at the nearest assassin.
Jump! Slash!
"Who!!?"
It wasn’t until Herbert initiated the attack, leaving Svanni’s magical protection, that these assassins realized the presence of the three of them.
But it was already a bit too late.
Their first reaction was to see the scornful-faced Eliza on the ground, then notice the Legendary Dark Elf behind her, and finally... saw the jumping slashing knight above them.
What!!?
Where did he co from?
And this was the lucky assassin’s last thought.
The next mont, he was brutally sliced into two pieces.
The Longsword cut in from the right shoulder and then slashed out from the lower left.
Without even feeling the pain, his soul dissipated and was absorbed into the shadow beneath the boy.
Although Nenasha was temporarily dormant, she still instinctively absorbed the external nourishnts, without missing one.
"What!?"
The sudden incident shocked the remaining six hiding assassins, then they instantly raged.
"Who are you!!?"
"What have you done!?"
"What are you doing? You..."
After landing, Herbert did not pause, directly twisting the blade and slashing horizontally towards the nearest assassin beside him.
"Too chatty."
The assassin reacted quickly; realizing it was too late to dodge, he imdiately swung his cloak open, trying to use it to obscure Herbert’s sight and create a chance to breathe.
But Herbert’s action didn’t hesitate for a mont, hacking directly.
Sizzle—
The sharp blade easily sliced through the cloak, revealing the terrified eyes hidden beneath.
At the sa mont, he also saw Herbert’s eyes.
Seemingly smiling, yet exuding a bone-chillingly cold and ruthless gaze.
!!!
Seeing those eyes made the assassin’s body cold, involuntarily freezing for a mont.
My body...
At the critical juncture, the assassin snapped back, springing back with a toe point, narrowly dodging the sword tip.
Shh.
No, the golden light attached to the sword tip sliced through the leather armor of the chest, cutting it open!
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