Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 790: Melee

Chapter 790: Melee

Helberg was terrified.

Although he had been a Vampire Count for a long time, this was the first time he had encountered something so bizarre.

Could it all have been caused by that mysterious treasure?

On the basin in the middle of the four black towers, clusters of crystal structures could be seen vaguely, shaped like plant-like crystalline clusters. Buds on those clusters were constantly quivering, and something seemed to be gestating within them.

Even without military radar, Helberg could sense a tremendous attraction coming from those crystal clusters — there must be a treasure in them, exactly as the Prince had said, a priceless artifact that, once brought back to the European region, would completely change the balance of power.

Only… that treasure seemed not yet to have been born?

“Roar—!”

A hoarse chorus of low roars suddenly sounded from the surrounding jungle, layered and unending. Countless crimson eyes ignited, and the surging demonic energy made Helberg’s whole body chill.

They were all beasts that had followed the Demon Sealing Pagoda to this place.

The towers themselves had already been moved at will, which had made the beasts restless and violent.

Now a strange aura had intruded, and their murderous intent had spiked to the extreme.

Helberg’s face tightened, and the bloodline suppression of the vampire counts spread out.

Although it had no effect on these demonic beasts, it forcibly woke all the nearby unconscious vampires.

“What are you all lying on the ground for? Get up, prepare to fight!”

On the other side, three Demon Hunters slowly came to.

“My God… what kind of place is this?!”

They were equally stunned into speechlessness by the sudden upheaval.

The lead, an old Demon Hunter, swept his gaze around. His eyes lingered especially long on the four black towers and the strange crystal clusters in the basin, and his expression grew increasingly grave.

“Master Norman, where… where are we?” a younger Demon Hunter asked with difficulty, pressing his hand to his forehead.

Master Norman took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He carefully felt the mixed demonic energy in the air, the faint yet pure aura of heaven-and-earth, and the treasure aura radiating from the crystal clusters. He said in a low voice, “Judging from the architectural style and the ‘qi’ lingering in the air, we are very likely still in the East, but definitely not at sea.

These towers… I have seen similar records in the Church’s ancient scrolls. They resemble the sealing towers said in Eastern legends that suppress evil demons.

And those creatures…”

He pointed to the approaching demonic beasts in the jungle, each different in form but all radiating ferocious intent, his voice dry: “Those are Eastern demons, completely different from the devils and werewolves we know! The usual methods we use against dark creatures will probably be of limited effect on them.”

Another Demon Hunter tried to adjust his communications device, but the screen only showed a chaotic snow of static.

“The signal is completely blocked, Master Norman. We can’t contact the Church for reinforcements!”

Master Norman looked at the growing number of demonic beasts and tightened his grip on his silver sword. “It seems that the treasure on the seabed possesses a power beyond our understanding. It forcibly transported all who approached into the place where it is truly about to be born… and we have, unfortunately, become the first witnesses — and possibly the first sacrifices.”

A flash of resolution passed through his eyes. “Someone must survive to take this intelligence back to His Holiness the Pope!

The Eastern treasure and this anomalous activity are far more dangerous than we imagined!

Prepare for battle! Cut a bloody path out!”

Before he finished speaking he let out a low roar, and a pale golden light flared over his body.

A set of archaic, rune-etched translucent armor rapidly manifested on his body, like a holy knight stepped out of the Middle Ages.

He swung his silver sword, and holy light burst forth, slashing a wolf-shaped demon that leapt at him. The beast emitted charred black smoke and a howling of agony.

Norman’s face darkened.

If these had been devils, vampires, or werewolves, one slash like that would have killed such minions.

But these demons only seemed to be hurt and repelled; holy light was ineffective against them.

Another Demon Hunter flashed out two specially made double-barreled hunting guns, their barrels also engraved with runes.

He moved nimbly, and the muzzle spat bullets threaded with silver light, accurately shredding several small demons lunging from the flank into gore.

Shell casings clinked to the ground, but they did not turn the tide against the tide of beasts.

Previously, when he used his gun-fighting techniques, devils had dared not approach.

But these demonic beasts seemed oblivious to pain.

Everyone realized that things had become difficult…

“For the holy light!” Norman roared.

“For the Prince and the glory of the Blood Clan!” Helberg III bellowed as he issued orders.

The surviving vampires bared fangs and fought the swarming demons head-on.

The Blood Clan’s speed and strength made them formidable in close quarters; claws easily tore beasts’ flesh, fangs hunted for blood vessels.

But the beasts’ numbers were overwhelming, their hides thick, vitality tenacious; it often took multiple strikes to finish one off.

Vampires were constantly knocked down and dragged into the horde, producing bone-chilling tearing sounds and short, brutal screams.

The battle boiled over in an instant.

Holy light, silver bullets, vampire claws, the beasts’ sharp fangs, and brutal charges all intertwined, forming an extremely chaotic and bloody melee.

Limbs and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The beasts’ roars, vampires’ shrieks, Demon Hunters’ shouts, and the thunder of weapons rose and fell in cacophony.

Master Norman led from the front. The holy-light armor protected him from multiple lethal blows, and every swing of his silver sword sprayed out demon blood, but the young Demon Hunter beside him was soon gravely wounded under the attack of several powerful beasts.

Helberg III fared worse. The elite vampires he had brought suffered heavy casualties under the beasts’ fearless onslaught.

He himself was slammed by a massive, rhinoceros-like demon, hurled into a pile of jagged stones. The Vampire Count’s ornate clothes were torn and filthy, deep claw marks exposed bone, and dark-red blood soaked his collar.

In the end, they paid an extremely heavy price.

On the Demon Hunter side, only Master Norman, by virtue of his great strength and the protection of his holy-light armor, staggered out of the beasts’ encirclement, covered in blood, and stumbled away into the twisted wasteland.

On the Blood Clan side, only Helberg III and two other viscount-level vampires, burning their Vital Essence, fled in terrible condition in another direction.

All the while, perched atop a steep crag above them, the enormous figure of Chen Niu — a dragon-bodied, ox-headed giant — had been sprawling there, indifferently looking down on the battlefield that resembled a meat grinder.

Its aura was restrained, almost fused with the rock.

The chaos and death below seemed unrelated to it.

It was quietly inhaling the increasing concentration of heaven-and-earth qi and demonic energy here, restoring the Immortal Essence it had nearly exhausted after using the Mountain-Moving Divine Ability and the Mountain-Moving Seal.

The Blood Clan and the Demon Hunters had been intentionally allowed to escape by it.

Even if its demonic energy were depleted, killing these little pests would have been effortless.

Originally it had intended to crush them outright.

But it changed its mind. If it had to deal with the variable, why not let the situation grow even more chaotic?

No matter how small a pest, there was always a bigger pest behind it.

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