Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Chapter 4 Rose Hound (k)

Everyone knows their own business. The dead disciple lamented how difficult Youzhu was to deal with, and Youzhu also found that he had no good way to deal with the opponent.

[Night Feast] has sufficient protection, but it cannot keep up with the vampire's speed, and the damage caused by simple cutting is limited.

[Bridge Giant] cannot be summoned because there is no natural river nearby.

[Moon Oil] can appear, but although the battlefield is on the edge of the city, it is still within the city. The cruelty from real civilization firmly suppresses the Clown King.

"If we summon the Moon Oil here, it can only transform trees into Witch Treemen, and its true form won't be hidden at all."

Yuzu, who knew the weakness of [Moon Oil] well, gave up the idea of summoning it, but this meant that the only option left for the three supreme Ploys was the last one.

【Rose Hound】.

The magic world also calls it the [Poison Claw Lizard], and it is the most terrifying poly in Yuzhu's hands. Its evil nature and cruelty make its owner a little afraid.

After all, although she usually restrains herself by the code of a witch, Kuonji Yuzu is essentially still a young girl, and she subconsciously hates overly bloody scenes.

But now I have to use it.

The girl made up her mind and called out the terrifying existence, the fog from which there was no return.

A tender and sweet voice hums a nursery rhyme, accompanied by the cool night breeze, and a dark monster arrives quietly.

"Come, come, let's play house. Deep in the fog of night, invisible dangers are roaming."

"With fangs and claws, venom dripping onto the floor."

"Run away, run away, poor wanderer! The fog has enveloped you and is lingering behind you."

"We want to escape, but there's nowhere to go. We're all in the fog, in its mouth."

As the words fell, invisible waves of magic swept across the earth, causing the ether in the atmosphere to shake violently, and then gathered towards the girl.

No, this speed, comparable to a force 6 gale, is more of a forced absorption than a gathering.

Thick white fog began to overflow, gradually submerging everything around, and something was excited in the darkness.

With a clattering sound, the silver knives and forks and the white plates began to flee, trying to escape from their owners.

The hounds in the fog will not let them go for the sake of their master. The monster will only regard them as prey.

The secret treasure from ancient times revealed its fangs, and its mysterious weight was several times that of the dead apostles who had lived for hundreds of years.

"This thing isn't magic at all!"

The dead apostle threw bricks again, cursed, and quickly retreated.

The situation before him was obviously not right, so there was no way he could get close. Moreover, his strongest subordinate, the Level V Dead Apostle Night Demon, had already arrived with food bags.

With the replenishment of blood, he no longer needs to worry about consumption, nor does he need to throw stones like a monkey.

The thrown shells were swallowed by the thick fog. Fortunately, it did not pursue them for the time being, allowing the Dead Apostles to wait for support.

"grown ups."

After a big jump, a strong man with exaggerated muscular bulges and a height of more than two meters appeared on the battlefield.

He glanced at the battlefield and bowed to the man, handing over the half-dead human in his hand.

The dead man didn't hesitate, grabbed it, bit the neck with his long sharp teeth, and sucked it dry in an instant.

His movements were so rough that dark red blood was squeezed out like a fountain, staining the dead apostle's hair, face and chest.

In just a few seconds, human skin becomes dry, withered, and grayish in color.

The dead apostle narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, licked the rusty blood clot at the corner of his mouth, forcefully pried open the ribs on the food's chest, plunged his right hand straight in, and pulled out the powerless beating heart.

Holding the heart high above his head, he looked at the beating of life in a daze, enjoying the slippery feel in his hands and the trembling of the thick muscles.

"嗗~~"

He crushed it, letting the last drop of blood squeezed out of his heart slowly slide down the back of his throat.

"Huh..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the warmth of the other person's soul entered the dead apostle's blood circulation along with the blood. The missing parts were filled, and even the curse in the body was forcibly washed away by a large amount of magic power.

The Dead Apostles have barely recovered their normal strength.

"Where are the other slaves?" the Dead Apostle asked the Night Demon beside him.

"They may need a few more minutes, sir. I'm the fastest, so I came here first."

"Well done, I'll reward you later."

The dead disciple said this casually, but the burly man beside him bowed his head respectfully as if he had received great grace from heaven.

However, even though his strength returned to normal, the Dead Apostle did not feel the slightest bit of security in his heart.

The abnormality on the opposite side was clearly displayed, and he didn't think that the creepy song was just for show.

Such a long chant must be exchanged for a magic trick of extraordinary power.

But waiting all the time is definitely not a good idea. God knows what will happen to him if the other party completes the magic trick.

"We need to gather some information about that white fog first."

With this in mind, the Dead Apostle turned his gaze towards his loyal subordinate, the Night Demon.

"Hey, go attack that woman." He gave the order coldly and ruthlessly, and the trust and approval he had just shown disappeared without a trace.

"Sir?!" The subordinate looked at his master/predecessor in disbelief.

The fourth-level Night Element already possesses the same rationality and thoughts as ordinary people, not to mention the higher-level Night Demon.

The opponent's strength was so great that he could force a Level VI Dead Apostle to give up his hidden chess piece. One could imagine how strong the opponent was. He had no chance of winning at all.

"Go quickly." A red light flashed in his eyes, and the coercive force from the blood overwhelmed the Night Demon's own will.

The strong man said nothing more, and rushed into the white and turbid fog with a somewhat stiff body.

Youzhu's singing had ended. She watched the two enemies break up with indifference, her eyes full of contempt for the Dead Apostles.

But from a realistic point of view, those who are willing to give up everything as long as they can ensure their own safety have a better chance of survival.

Of course, as the price paid by the master, the vampire who rushed into the white fog has now begun to wail.

An invisible giant mouth emerged from the fog, with densely packed fangs that even sharks would be ashamed of. These were not the sharp teeth that animals in the ecosystem could possess.

From above, from below; from the front, from the back; from the calves, from the shoulders... it was as if I was being melted by the mist.

"No, don't eat me! My lord, my lord!"

The strong man struggled in the fog, and the strength of his movements was comparable to that of a large truck, but it was all in vain. The fog would not be broken, and the torture would last endlessly.

"Gulp, snap."

The sound of flesh and blood and the space that carried it being chewed continued to be heard. The vampires in the thick fog were like bait balls used for fishing, with countless fish nibbling on them.

The arms were eaten, the tailbone was removed, and the human-shaped flesh ball cooped up on the ground. The vampire's regenerative ability now became an accomplice in torturing itself.

"Guh."

The Dead Apostle couldn't help but take a step back. Looking at the miserable end of his offspring, he had an absurd sense of déjà vu.

It's really ridiculous. He is clearly a vampire that devours humans, but in the fog, he has become food just like the humans he eats every day.

"Are you planning to escape?" The dark witch took a step forward, and the thick fog around her spread.

Veins bulged on the forehead of the dead disciple who was mocked by her, but the desire to survive always bound his hands and feet.

He has lived for more than three hundred years, and over the long years, he has developed an increasingly deep fear of death.

I want to live, I want to live forever.

He is a Dead Apostle, an immortal alien species. As long as he can suck blood, there is no death for him.

"There's no need to risk your life. Yes, there's no need to gamble your bright future on a fight." The man consoled himself.

He has always survived like this, even the supernatural powers he obtained after becoming a Dead Apostle were of the type that allowed him to survive, and this time would be no exception.

Jiuyuan Temple Arizu's eyes fixed, and she found that the fighting spirit of the man opposite was rapidly dissipating, and his posture was changing into a shape suitable for action.

"Eat him, hound." She immediately gave the order to pursue, and the white fog leaped with joy and rushed out like a living thing.

The man didn't want to confront this vicious thug who drained the blood of a Level V Dead Apostle and then ate him clean.

'I can only delay for a while,' the Dead Apostle thought.

"The opponent is too powerful to face her head-on, but fortunately, from her previous actions, it can be seen that she lacks experience in life-and-death combat."

"Then you can try, try to disrupt her thoughts with words."

After a brief moment of thought, the Dead Apostle came to a conclusion and suddenly spoke.

"If a woman like you had used this familiar from the beginning, I would have been defeated long ago, but it's too late now."

As he spoke, the dead apostle's body began to deform, bones bent, flesh and blood overlapped, and his entire body began to shrink and become smaller against common sense.

"roar~"

Along with the roar, an animal that looked like a cheetah appeared on the field, but compared to a leopard, it was much larger in size.

This cheetah was one of the man's treasured possessions, a treasure he had stumbled upon around his territory a hundred years ago.

This is a magical beast that now only lives in secret and magical realms where few people go. It is not on the same level as ordinary wild beasts.

It took the man three months to catch it before he finally succeeded.

Normal vampires are able to differentiate the beasts in their bodies as familiars. Because ordinary beasts are light in weight, they can often fit two or three.

But he couldn't do it, because the weight of the monster was equivalent to that of more than five wild beasts, which resulted in him giving up a large amount of his body when fusing it.

Even if he merged with one more, he would no longer be himself, but a chaotic life form of a beast and a Dead Apostle.

All this resulted in the man now only being able to choose between human form and leopard form, completely losing the convenience of fusing multiple beasts.

But in return, he gained special abilities that no matter how many ordinary beasts he fused, he could not obtain.

The orange-red leopard leaped up, slightly bent its front paws, and stepped lightly into the air. The atmosphere embraced it and turned it into a solid roadbed.

"It's actually a flying monster!"

Youzhu's eyes were filled with surprise like a child seeing a trampoline. Even if the poly he made casually was more precious than Warcraft, it was incomparable.

The creatures born from the planet are so cute in the eyes of the witch.

Just the thought that such a creature was now the incarnation of that despicable Dead Apostle made Youzhu's murderous intent grow stronger.

"You don't think you'll be safe just by flying into the sky, do you? No one can escape the hunting grounds of the Rose Hound."

Just as Yuzu said, the range of [Rose Hound] is the white fog itself, and it is easy to cover the sky.

"Of course, how could such a powerful magic trick leave such a simple loophole? Anyone who still hopes for a lucky break when they've been forced into a desperate situation is only a third-rate magician."

The monster ran towards the sky while speaking human language, and the higher the altitude, the greater the consumption.

The white mist was climbing towards the sky, leaving less and less space for the dead apostles.

"I'm just stalling for time and waiting for the next move."

"Do you like chatting before you die?" Youzhu looked at it with hostility, not intending to waste any more words.

"Rose Hunt..."

"I possess the ability to resurrect from the dead."

"?!" Youzhu's words stopped in her mouth, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

Seeing the offensive pause, the man was secretly happy and continued to delay time.

"Most Dead Apostles have unique abilities, acquired the moment they become vampires."

"It's probably about developing a certain ability for a few hundred years. It depends on each person. My ability is resurrection from the dead."

"Nonsense! If what you said was true, you wouldn't be jumping around like a clown right now."