Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 642

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The vampire is burning

It wasn’t just burning, it was burning very fiercely, spewing out dark red smoke and yellow sparks. It was clearly screaming in pain and struggling, but the way it was burning was not like what you would see in a living creature, but more like a fiercely burning charcoal.

What is certain is that a human being can never ride like that. That new fact not only swept over me but also the entire army, making them be on high alert for the vampires that were not yet dead.

“Ha! You’re acting all show-off when you gained power by cleaning the assholes of evil idiots who fell down without even reaching transcendence yourself! How does mortal life taste, you mosquito?”

···Isn’t that right? Am I the only one who is on high alert?

Suddenly, I turned my head in surprise at the fact bombing I heard from the side, and there was Ambassador Hulgen smiling confidently, showing his teeth.

“How much time has passed since you guys turned your backs on the world! Your technology is different from hundreds of years ago when you were defenseless!”

The proud shout that could not be hidden and had no intention of hiding it seemed like the confidence of a conqueror who had overcome irrationality with the power of civilization and tools. I don’t know what he wrote, but the actual effect was so good that for a moment, he and the dwarves looked like warriors who had come back from behind.

“These fucking little bastards!!”

They looked a little less heroic because they flinched at the screams of the vampires, who were barely able to make a sound despite being reduced to the level of flaming skeletons, but they were already confident that the attack would work, so they quickly prepared their stance with a curious smile.

“Eek, that’s not enough! Reload!”

The vampire, as if to represent my anger, tried to rush at us with the same momentum it had shown at first, but as soon as it took its first step, its shins crumbled like charcoal and it lost its balance.

The knights of the empire were not just watching it. The swords that they swung without any regard for the flying sparks were no longer blocked by the vampire’s skin. Now, they began chopping the vampires apart faster and easier than chopping firewood with an axe.

If you look at it alone, it was an artistic scene that was perfect for shouting a hymn of praise for humanity, but the vampire’s pretty face and eyes that had been restored were still filled with fighting spirit. And using that as a signal, he rolled on the ground miserably and blocked the knights’ attacks, eventually succeeding in grabbing one knight’s leg.

The knight himself knew better than anyone that this was not a good sign. The fact that he calmly slammed his shield down and severed the vampire’s arm at the elbow within seconds of being targeted is proof of this.

But even so, the vampire’s hand that was holding the knight’s leg did not let go, but rather gripped it even tighter, even bending the iron boot. The sound was so loud that the knights who were cutting the vampire in unison and the dwarves who were reloading all turned their heads at the sound.

“Kwaaak!”

The knight screamed at the unexpected attack, but tried to attack the hand that was clutching his shin, but his other comrades were quicker to move their swords for him.

The problem was that his hand would not fall even though the three blades that had been neatly drawn in a split second had managed to cut off the vampire’s arm instead of avoiding his leg.

“How can you be so arrogant when you can’t even grasp the subject with something like this? No matter how much time passes, the excitement of these slave boys will never change…”

Was it first that blood spurted from the knight’s twisted leg? Was it first that the vampire’s hand, which was clearly no different from a burnt-out lump of charcoal, regained its original form? I don’t know about anything else, but it was certain that everyone was shocked by the sight and flinched and stopped moving.

And at the same time that I realized all of that, I threw Este’s sword and rushed at the guy.

“···Quit···”

I don’t know what structure the blood sucking that the vampire just showed was made of. The abilities of the evil spirits are so varied that at least in my opinion, it really started without any signs. There was only one conclusion that could be drawn from this situation.

If it touches any part of the body, blood will be sucked.

On the contrary, if you don’t touch it, you won’t get sucked in. If you had the ability to do so, you would have cast the range skill a long time ago.

Other than that, the only conclusion we can draw right away is that these bastards don’t have any table manners like the vampires of their previous life, where they eat with only their molars?

Even while I was thinking that, my body was slipping past the dwarves and knights, and I was digging through the pouring shards of Este’s sword, and I was checking the vampire’s gaze that had been restored to its original state.

“···Not···”

Then, the eyes of the guy who couldn’t react in time were filled with shock. In the midst of such urgency, that feeling was a great comfort.

At least it was proof that the possibility of playing one-sidedly on the guy’s palm was low.

“Shit···!”

The vampire’s hand, which seemed to be firmly holding onto the knight’s leg, falls away. As he takes another step, the arm that was attached to the severed section returns to the air and flaps around. He focused on the movement that should not be possible to reach, wondering if something invisible might fly towards him, but nothing had changed.

A futile struggle? Even if he was a vampire who showed movements that were far from systematic fighting, he wouldn’t have done such a stupid thing.

The moment I was about to stab the guy with the remaining sword of Este while feeling a question passing through my mind,

[Master! Wait a minute…!]

What suddenly blocked my path was none other than the swords of the knights of the Empire. Because of that, even though I screamed as the fragments of Este were embedded in the guy, I couldn’t dig any deeper and had no choice but to step back.

“Shit·”

While I was barely able to avoid and block the sword that was swung at me on purpose rather than by accident, and while I was changing direction, the vampire’s gaze, filled with shock and pain from the fragments embedded in my face and body, stared at me. Only after looking into those eyes once more could I realize that the guy’s shock was caused by a very complex reason.

“It really is a variety of things”

The knights surrounding the vampires all aim at me without exception. When I turn my head, I see that the dwarves are all holding their heads in pain, and the two knights and the captain of the guard who were supposed to protect them with their shields are standing there blankly, as if they have lost their minds.

Unlike the common cliché description, all of them have clear eyes, but it doesn’t make sense that they don’t understand this situation when they have seen and grown up in a past life. I held back my rising anger and muttered quietly.

“You were charmed by the whole area in that short moment?”

It was the moment when that kid’s abilities became increasingly labyrinthine. I guess that’s because the magic I was using had nothing to do with mental protection, but I heard that the escort knights carry around at least one talisman to prepare for possible mental attacks since the last academy attack.

Mental attacks are similar to curses.

Whether it’s magic or sorcery, the odds of failure increase exponentially if the opponent has even one simple countermeasure. The only thing better than a curse is that there’s no backlash and there’s a tiny chance of success.

But even the dwarves, who are not susceptible to even the slightest charm due to their strong mental tolerance, are driven to the point where they are unable to do anything due to the pain they inflict on each and every one of them?

If there is no way to definitely cut off the lifeline, the plan to drag them to the Dwarf Kingdom is in a serious state of crisis.

“What the hell are you?! How can you be sane?! Even if you’re a high-ranking paladin, there’s no way you can withstand this!”

The only good thing is that the guy is writhing in pain, not knowing what to do with the fragments of Este embedded in his body, and is confused because he didn’t expect me to resist. Nevertheless, judging from the way the knights slowly took up positions and surrounded me, it seems that no matter what the situation is, they can voluntarily carry out an order that has been given.

“Look in the mirror, you piece of shit. Is it even possible for me to be fascinated by your appearance right now?”

He went into personal attacks without any hesitation, but his mind was cool and he was busy sorting out the situation.

Even though they are capable of such autonomous actions, the knights behind me do not move. It seems unlikely that they are trying to induce my carelessness, as the punk is even more relaxed thanks to the Este that is digging into his body from the inside.

“How could a mere mortal resist the power of a demigod! Aaaa …

“You are putting yourself out there for a mosquito.”

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The cursed bastards who struck the head of the evil spirit

The immense power that the dead god’s spirit possessed.

Unidentified abilities, etc.

With so many words quickly combined and a plausible hypothesis formed, it became clear what had to be done, even if it was unclear how to kill the guy.

“Este·”

[huh·]

And as if she had vaguely read my thoughts, Este’s tone also became solemn. It was not that I was being unreasonably cautious, but because the situation was such that it could have been, I took a firm stance and spoke without saying a word.

“I must suck out every bit of the divinity that bastard holds.”

Otherwise, when that kid dies, other vampires somewhere on the continent might become stronger.

A Word from the Author (Author’s Note)

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