Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 295 Extermination (2)

Eric's right hand flipped. He quickly took out a sharp and exquisite Turkish scimitar from the storage space.

This was originally from Meyer's collection, but now it had been transferred to him.

Because he had been forced to become Meyer's companion during this period of time, he subconsciously took out the machete as soon as he fought against the knight.

Looking at the scimitar in his hand, Eric didn't bother to put it away again. Forget it, without using magic, I'll still throw over you guys!

At this moment, the situation of the Blood Race girls became more and more critical, Eric no longer delayed, his figure shot out.

The Knights of Light who had been distracted by Eric during the siege of the blood girls saw his movements and immediately separated some of them to wait for him.

These Knights of the Light who were preparing to deal with Eric couldn't help but panic for a moment when they saw Eric's "weird" way of taking his weapon and the speed at which he came flying.

In the blink of an eye, Eric rushed into the middle of them, using his forward speed to swing his sword at the same time.

Toward the first knight in front of him was a powerful slash, the sharp blade bringing up a low shrill whistle.

"Dang!"

The knight held his sword with both hands and erected it to block the Turkish scimitar that was coming fiercely at his neck.

The sword clashed with dazzling sparks and stopped at the edge of his neck, the blade having sliced into the neck armor before reluctantly stopping.

The knight of light whose strength had already reached the high silver level was scared out of his cold sweat by this chop that almost cut off his head, he had never been this close to death before, and he almost used all his strength to hold this knife.

A tingle ran through his scalp, and it seemed that even his hair stood on end. He wanted to use his knees to ram this terrifying enemy, but he couldn't lift his legs, and that deadly scimitar pressed down so hard that if he moved his body even slightly, he would lose his balance.

Seeing that his teammate was in a disadvantageous position, the Bright Knight next to him made a swift jab at Eric's exposed side ribs, intending to free his teammate from the predicament.

Eric faintly smiled, and pushed and retracted the scimitar in his hand.

Then he took a step to the side, narrowly avoiding this sneak attack.

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Trying to distract Eric's attention but failing to achieve the intended purpose, the silver high-ranked Light Knight dropped his sword and covered the side of his neck with both hands, crimson blood gurgling out from the cracks of his armor gloves.

Obviously, Eric's last action had slit the artery on the side of his neck.

And that Bright Knight who sneak attacked Eric didn't retreat in one piece, as Eric and him staggered by, the sharp scimitar gently slashed across his throat, and he planted himself after turning around in two circles in place, his unconscious body still spasming slightly.

The defeat of the two Knights of Light was only something that happened within three seconds!

In the next moment, their teammates behind them pounced on them, ferociously charging at Eric, gritting their teeth and brandishing their weapons, hacking and slashing.

Eric was unimpressed and struck with sixty-four blades.

Dazzling blade flashes, sharp wind whistles, ear-piercing impacts, ferocious curses, brightly colored blood splatters, agonizing howls, and dying struggles.

All of this was so chaotic and beautiful.

In the face of this horrible and powerful enemy, none of the Knights of Light, who were known for their toughness and endurance, flinched, and the thought of killing the enemy in front of them in order to show God's glory filled their minds and bodies.

They would not be afraid, their faith was strong, they thought that the highest honor was to die for the Holy See.

They also have no time to fear, they can not feel fear in the deadly battle, the only thought in their hearts is to kill the enemy in front of them.

Unfortunately, faith and courage do not represent strength.

In front of absolute strength, these were nothing more than a ridiculous joke.

One after another, the Knights of Light were killed, and one after another, they were replaced, one after another, in an endless stream.

Seeing Eric's killing spree, fifteen Light Knights with shining silver swords swooped in with murderous vigor, barely caring about the Blood girls who were already on the verge of extinction under their pincer attack.

"This enemy must be stopped! Can't let him let go of his hands and make a big kill!" This was the common thought of the fifteen people.

After glancing at the Blood Race girls, he saw that although they were still in danger, there was no immediate tendency of defeat.

Eric couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing that his purpose had been achieved.

He swung his sword and went up, again with a splendid blade technique.

Although they were both Silver Knights, the difference between a high rank and a beginning rank was huge.

The situation of one blade per person just now was no longer possible, and the fifteen high-ranked Silver Knights hardened themselves and joined forces to resist this round of blade splendor.

However, it wasn't easy for them to receive it either.

After all, they were only quasi-first-rate experts, whereas Eric was already at the peak of pre-heaven!

With every blade they received, the Knights of Light had to take a step back.

The heavy pressure forced their feet into the ground, each step carrying draft skins and dirt, leaving a set of deep footprints on the ground.

Take advantage of his illness.

Without hesitation, Eric swung his sword again, another round of great blade splendor.

Those fifteen high-ranking Silver Knights were at a time when their old strength had gone and new strength had yet to be born, so how could they resist again!

They only felt a chill in their chests, as if a cold, piercing ice had merged into their bodies, and under the temperature of the hot blood, it seemed so cold, so cool ....

The fall of fifteen high-ranking Silver Knights one after another gave the other Light Knights a great shock.

The crowd stopped their movements and watched as bright red blood scrambled out of the cracks in the chests of the armor of their comrades on the ground, rendering the red shield insignia even more colorful.

Misus' brow furrowed tightly as he looked at the corpse-strewn scene and at his subordinates who stood silent and still.

He knew that if he couldn't do anything more to boost morale, then this operation would have to end in failure!

Moratti, obviously well aware of the situation, crossed his arms in prayer without bringing Misus to give the order.

Along with his muttered incantation, a white light descended from the sky and projected itself onto the Blood girls.

Holy light was immensely lethal to dark creatures, not to mention that it was emitted by a figure of near-archbishop level!

The two Viscounts and one Baron who couldn't dodge in time let out miserable howls, white smoke rose from their bodies, and their entire bodies began to fester and burn, and after a few seconds, they were reduced to a cloud of flying ash that drifted into the air, never to be seen again.