It is near this battlefield.
The dwarves, who have also accumulated countless experiences in dealing with other races in this endless war, have already confirmed a fact—they must kill this dhampir first before they have a chance to kill the long-eared one with their own hands.
The dhampir's desire for excellent blood is instinctive, and such instincts are even more irresistible for those dhampirs who are not very old.
"Garbage!!!"
The smoke from the explosion had not yet dissipated. The dhampir, with red sparks all over his body and obviously severely injured, roared and flew out of the smoke. Half of his body was gone, and with a pungent smell, it had turned into a blood-red storm that covered Su'er and Think.
"Chris!!" The dwarf who appeared first had foresight. Even before the dhampir rushed out, he had already rushed towards Su'er, shouting the name of his companion.
It was like a blazing white comet, but it was not a comet that fell from the sky. Instead, it penetrated from the bottom to the top and hit the scarlet storm formed by the vampires.
The storm was dissipating, wailing, crying, using its spiritual equipment to transform into a blow to eliminate obstacles. This dwarf that had been hiding for a long time finally showed up after breaking the storm formed by the vampires. He had brown skin, a pair of huge and curved horns on his forehead, and his silver-white eyes had dimmed. Even the exposed skin seemed to be shriveled as if it had lost moisture, and it was as dry as firewood.
The vampires that had absorbed the blood and Soul of their compatriots to become adults were also the targets of their revenge.
Su'er's heart was beating, and a dark premonition was constantly flashing. Su'er inexplicably knew a fact in his heart—it was now, at this moment!
The Elf that were enough to suffocate the flesh were gathering, right on his back!
Light!
The dark green torrent submerged everything in sight!
He tried hard to support his knees to barely prevent himself from kneeling on the ground due to this instinctive pressure. To be honest, after facing these huge spirits gathered together at close range many times, Su'er was more or less used to it.
The world created by light submerged everything in front of him, the storm formed by the body of the vampire, the dwarves that broke into the battlefield...
"...Isn't this a triple magic?" finally half-kneeling on the ground, Su'er turned his head helplessly and muttered, above his head, the magic circle with five rings was gradually fading and disappearing in the air.
"Hey~, how can you tell others about the ace so easily~"
Lying behind Su'er, Think's voice with a smile passed through her ears, and the green tattoos that spread from her forearm to half of her body finally disappeared. Just now, with the same judgment and premonition as Su'er, this woman decisively used the greatest power she could to strike down the vampire and the dwarves.
It was not the triple magic mentioned before, but the quintuple magic.
The power brought by such a superposition was not a simple one-plus-one effect, but a multiplication-like increase, striving to be powerful enough to destroy all the guys who threatened the lives of the two people at once.
But unfortunately, it was only the range of Su'er's sight that was submerged.
The female dwarf who was directly exposed to the torrent of light had completely lost her life, and even her entire body had been wiped out, leaving only half of her head, with the edge vaporizing and smoking, except for the huge horns that were still standing.
Following the last inertia of the head that turned over, Su'er could even see that the only remaining single eye trembled from time to time when it found Think in the sight. It was the light of hatred. The silver eyes that had been dimmed suddenly lit up, but in an instant they lost their last agility.
The only echo left in the world was the gurgling sound of the head, which had lost its support, falling to the ground and rolling until it rested against a depression in the rock and stopped moving.
"Beast, beast! Beast!", howling in pain, the gray-haired vampire kept cursing with his simple and boring vocabulary, which was both true and painful. As he cursed, blood kept spitting out of his mouth, but he sucked it back subconsciously and ugly.
At this moment, every bit of blood was precious to the vampire.
Unlike the dwarves, even if most of the body had been evaporated and turned into nothing, the vampire's special features could still be said to be alive.
The dispersed blood mist gathered in the air like silk threads until it re-condensed into the shape of the vampire. His broken body was constantly changing and twisting, and the missing parts reappeared in the air as if they were healed, but the next moment he found something wrong and turned into blood-red mist again.
No, it was even changing further. The remaining flesh of the vampire seemed to be constantly adapting to its current state. The blood-red mist was changing back and forth between invisible and substantial, sometimes it was hands and feet, and sometimes it turned into a strange appearance like the limbs of wild beasts and insects.
"Illusion?" Su'er half-knelt on the ground and looked at this scene in astonishment. After the previous attack, Think completely lost his last resort and could only stay on the ground and watch the vampire twist himself. There was not much to do.
"No, it can no longer be simply called an illusion. This is real magic. He directly disguised his own existence on the physical level. In other words, he is effectively this new appearance, and he hasn't been injured." Think easily judged the magic of the vampire.
What the hell? !
However, before Su'er could react to the outrageous magic that Think said, the blood-red twisted thing screamed and flew away from the battlefield, as if running for his life, without even the courage to look back.
There was also no way to keep him here completely. Su'er could only silently hope that the vampire would be frightened and never dare to approach him and Think again... or be completely killed by Demonias or other races while escaping.
This was the only thing he and Think could do at the moment.
The crisis was not completely resolved, but to be honest, the current situation was no longer a crisis.
Putting Think on the ground on the side, Su'er gently pulled out his dagger and looked at the only remaining dwarf on the other side - the dwarf that shaved its hair at the beginning and stood out directly as bait.