Frilian: The Adventure of the Hero

Chapter 92 [Fur] and [Nobility]

"I can't stand it."

"As expected, I'll never be able to fully understand your human strategies."

"But it doesn't matter. I actually enjoy this return to violence. After all, we are beasts after all."

"Count Granat, if we want to achieve peace in this city, I actually have another suggestion, which is..."

As he spoke, Luguna stood up, tidied his clothes with a gentlemanly air, and then raised his right hand, which had just healed and regenerated.

At the same time, his unfinished words rang out: "Kill you all."

Shua Liuguna flicked his blood-stained right hand around, and the blood remaining on it drew a scarlet arc.

"Be careful!"

The Countess spoke up to warn them and quickly activated her defensive magic, but it was too late.

Her defensive magic could only cover the two closest soldiers; it couldn't protect Count Granat himself.

A terrifyingly powerful magical force, carrying intense killing intent, instantly swept through the entire room.

Thud—

The crimson bloodline severed everything in its path; tables, chairs, and cabinets were all broken in two, and even the surrounding walls were cleaved with a deep crack.

Smoke and dust rose, and the entire house was reduced to ruins.

The Countess was terrified.

Luguna gave a fake smile and walked step by step toward the Countess.

The Countess's eyes flashed with intense hatred, but she did not lose her mind because of it, and her defensive magic never slackened.

With a wicked sense of humor, Luguna continued to activate the blood on his hands, transforming it into a crimson whip that lashed repeatedly against the Countess's [Magic Shield], forcing her to retreat repeatedly.

"It's truly astonishing that you didn't abandon the soldiers around you to protect your husband. Is this what you humans call 'noble'?"

It was clear that Luguna was about to exhaust her magical power and shatter her defenses.

A red figure suddenly darted out from the dust behind them.

It's Shutark.

The boy, carrying a sharp silver light, charged toward the smug Liuguna.

Beside Liuguna, the pink-haired demon girl dressed in gothic Lolita fashion moved.

She conjured a long spear in her hand, forcefully blocking the red figure. However, while she blocked the unexpected attack, she couldn't stop the second strike that followed.

Behind Shutark, Count Guranat, who should have been dead, wielded a broadsword and rushed forward.

At the critical moment, Luguna's blood congealed into a shield, protecting the pink-haired girl from the deadly attack.

He glanced at the still-alive Earl with considerable surprise.

Thud—

"How could you—"

However, before he could finish speaking, a very thick beam of magic light shot straight at him from behind.

The newly formed, regenerated right hand, along with the right ear and hair, were blasted away.

Outside the window, Philon stood tall, gripping his staff, commanding the entire scene.

That dashing figure took Liuguna by surprise.

After suffering repeated blows, he could no longer maintain his false gentlemanly demeanor. His expression became distorted, and with his mutilated half-face, he looked like a demon from hell.

"You despicable humans."

"It tested my patience again and again."

""

"Line! Take down those two troublemakers!"

The pink-haired girl he mentioned, named "Line," didn't say a word. Her spear disappeared and transformed into a throwing knife, which she used to stab Count Granat. Then, while her opponent dodged, a battle axe appeared in her hand again, which she used to deliver a jumping slash to Shutark.

The girl appeared petite, but her movements were as sharp as a seasoned warrior, making her difficult to defend against.

Even when facing two opponents, he remained clear-headed and handled the situation with ease.

Shutark and the Count fought and retreated, and were unknowingly forced out of the room.

After the pressure of the sneak attack was lifted, Luguna took a short break, repairing his injured body while confronting Philon outside the window.

The Countess then took the opportunity to send the two soldiers away.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Philen did not act rashly; she was recalling Frilian's teachings.

The Countess's first attack, combined with her second, was quite powerful, so why wasn't the opponent dead? A human would have been killed long ago with that kind of attack. Was she aiming for the head? Or the heart?

With that thought in mind, Philon pointed his staff at Luguna's head.

The heart is more likely to be injured, so the head is a safer bet.

Lucuna observed her movements and immediately understood her intentions.

"Little girl, as a mage, isn't it rather impolite to rely on concealing your magic to ambush your opponent in battle?"

"You talk too much, aren't you going to hit me?"

"Ha, as expected, he's rude."

Philon didn't reply. She knew the other person was trying to provoke her. Mr. Shane had once said, "Villains die from talking too much. In a fight, if you want to win, shut your mouth."

She didn't want to lose, so she obediently did as she was told.

"Want to pierce my skull? Then try it."

As he spoke, Luguna released blood again, which condensed into a long whip and stabbed out the window.

Philon reacted extremely quickly, instantly casting a defensive spell that blocked all the crimson whips. At the same time, in the gap between the blocks, he instantly switched to an offensive spell and attacked Luguna.

This precise control over magic caused Lucuna to widen his eyes slightly.

He became more cautious and focused all his efforts on controlling the blood around him.

"I've spent half my life on this magic."

"Little girl, you're naive to think you can kill me with just a little talent."

This is his proud Blood Magic, which allows him to transform his own blood into freely controllable weapons. In battle, these weapons can change into various shapes as needed, serving both offensive and defensive purposes.

Bang bang bang—

The clash of magic emitted a blinding light that illuminated half the city.

After leading the soldiers away from the Earl's mansion, the Countess began directing the people near the mansion to temporarily evacuate and seek refuge.

At this moment, she looked back at the battle on both the upper and lower levels of the castle, her heart filled with worry.

In the garden of the Earl's mansion.

Shutark and Count Guranat were cornered by Rine.

Both of them were panting heavily. They looked at each other and knew that the situation was not optimistic.

This demon girl has so many moves—she's proficient in everything from swords and spears to halberds, and all of them are incredibly sharp—it's truly unbelievable.

Zanline drew a broadsword once more.

With a flourish, he twirled his sword, stepped back with his right foot, leaned forward, and pointed the broadsword in his hand, its sharp light gleaming, at the two people in front of him.

Count Guranat froze the moment he saw the other person's posture.

Immediately afterwards, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"Whose actions are you imitating!"