Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 190: Battle with the Vampire Count

Earl Ford stood there, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression. His eyes were sunken and flashing red, like two burning flames that made people dare not look directly at him.

Everyone could feel an inexplicable fear rising in their hearts. Carl even saw some young soldiers retreating unconsciously. He immediately shouted:

"Musketeers, fire!"

Following the order, the musketeers opened fire quickly. Rows of silver-plated bullets whizzed towards Earl Ford, hitting his body repeatedly. After a round of shooting, smoke filled the hall, and all the soldiers held their breath and stared at the direction where the earl was standing.

After the smoke cleared, they saw the Count again. He was still standing there, his decayed body pierced by countless bullets, leaving horrifying holes. But he did not fall down, and even took a step forward. Carl was so surprised that his eyes almost widened. The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes showing shock and fear.

"How is this possible?" Someone in the team began to retreat again.

At this moment, Alia suddenly drew out her flaming sword, and the flames jumped on the blade, and the burning tongues instantly illuminated the hall. She shouted and slashed at the opponent, and the flaming sword drew a hot track in the air. But Ford easily dodged it. Alia was unwilling to give up, and immediately launched a second attack. The flaming sword almost brushed his shoulder, but was still dodged by the opponent.

Although Ford dodged, he could not fight back under the pressure of the flaming sword. However, when Arya swung the sword for the third time, he suddenly jumped back, and while he was pulling away from Arya, his figure also landed behind the lord's throne. Then he suddenly pulled out a sword from behind the throne. The sword was pitch black, as if it could absorb the surrounding light. There seemed to be a layer of light mist on the blade, like a ghost in the dark night, which made people shudder.

"This sword..." Arya looked at the sword in astonishment, and in a trance she saw Ford already killing her in front of her. She hurriedly resisted, and the flaming sword collided with the black sword. Then she felt a cold air coming towards her, as if even the flame on the sword was suppressed at this moment.

Alia felt cold all over, and the evil aura almost made her breathless. It seemed that something was constantly eroding her strength. She felt her consciousness gradually dissipating, which affected the long sword in her hand. The flames began to weaken and almost extinguished. In the end, she could not hold on and was repelled by the opponent's strange power. She staggered back a few steps and almost fell.

But Ford did not give her a chance to breathe, the black sword with a piercing chill was directly at her face. Just as he was about to succeed in one strike, suddenly, a huge black shadow rushed over and blocked Alia abruptly.

Campbell's huge body blocked Ford's attack like an iron tower. He still did not use any weapons, but directly stretched out his iron hand and grabbed the black sword in Ford's hand.

"No!" Arya exclaimed, and then she saw Campbell's iron hand made a harsh corrosion sound when it came into contact with the black sword. White mist began to appear on the black sword, and Campbell's iron hand began to melt gradually as if it had encountered high temperature.

Campbell looked at his corroded iron hand, a flash of anger in his eyes, and his entire arm began to turn black, as if it was swallowed by rotten poisonous gas. But he did not retreat, instead he burst into a roar, the sound was like thunder.

With this roar, he suddenly pulled the mechanism on the iron hand, and the steel fingers increased their strength, tightly holding the black sword. Then, the muscles on Campbell's arm suddenly tensed up, as if they were about to burst. At the last moment when the mechanism of the hand was about to be scrapped, he used all his strength to throw Ford up, and threw him and the sword out.

Ford's body flew into the air, turned over, and landed on the ground like a feather, his movements as light as a cat. He looked up at Campbell, who was clearly just a zombie, but for some reason his eyes were cold.

At the moment he landed, a solemn and solemn voice suddenly came from the air. The voice was low and ancient, like an oracle from heaven. Eleanor stood aside, holding the holy book in both hands and chanting the sacred prayer. She had been chanting from the beginning and continued until now. The pages of the holy book exuded a faint golden light. Her eyes were firm and pious, and her whole body was wrapped in holy light, as if she had merged with the gods.

"Lord, give me light and dispel the darkness..."

As the last word fell, a golden light bloomed on the holy book, and a pure holy light burst out from Eleanor's hand and instantly shot towards Ford.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ford's eyes, and he quickly raised his sword to resist. However, the holy light came like a raging tide, completely covering him. The aura on the black sword was suppressed in an instant, and the cold mist began to evaporate and dissipate under the light.

Suddenly, Ford let out a roar, and his body twisted in the holy light. His eyes turned red, and for the first time, he showed a look of pain on his face, with a hideous and terrifying expression. Under the illumination of the holy light, his decayed body began to emit bursts of burning sounds.

However, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. The black sword was shaking and the black mist began to try to condense again.

"Holy light will prevail over darkness!" Eleanor's voice was firm. Under her guidance, the holy light became even more intense, as if it would completely devour the opponent.

The two of them confronted each other like this until cold sweat broke out on the girl's forehead, but she still persisted. The holy light in the scripture continued and became stronger and stronger.

At the moment when Ford was about to be completely defeated by the Holy Light, he suddenly thrust the black sword into the ground, and a strong dark aura immediately burst out from the hilt, as if the whole earth was shaking. Following that, a gloomy air wave forcibly tore the Holy Light apart. The huge air wave was formed, and Eleanor was unable to dodge it. She screamed and was bounced out and fell to the ground. Fortunately, she was not seriously injured.

Ford began to breathe like a living person, staggering, but he did not fall down. The red light in his eyes became more and more dazzling, as if burning in anger.

The others also stood still and got ready. Campbell looked at his iron hand, which was corroded beyond recognition. He simply pressed the mechanism, and the iron hand fell to the ground, revealing the broken limb. Alia stood beside him, holding the flaming sword tightly with both hands, and the flames surged from the sword again.

Ford slowly raised his head and suddenly looked at Carl who was standing behind him. Then Carl seemed to hear a voice in his mind:

"Stop resisting, I am your only salvation!"