"Kill!"
Just as the battle of the monstrous beasts reached a fever pitch, Egypt's most elite Temple Guards and Pharaoh's Royal Guards, following the city walls shattered by the beasts, charged through the poisonous mist under magic shields, shouting the name of god ra as they clashed with the zombie army within Paris.
"Under the gaze of god ra, eliminate them for the great Pharaoh!"
Carmilla, who had arrived near the southern city wall of Paris with her subordinates, swallowed as she watched the monstrous beasts fiercely fighting. She shifted her gaze to the Egyptian soldiers charging into the city and led her subordinates to attack them.
Bradamante, who had brought her subordinates and was trailing behind Carmilla, looked at Carmilla disdainfully and said.
"A cowardly wretch afraid of death!"
If Carmilla, who had charged into the Egyptian army formation, had heard Bradamante's remark, she would have loudly retorted that it wasn't fear of death. Unfortunately, Carmilla couldn't hear it.
Carmilla held an Egyptian soldier tightly in her arms, bit open his artery, and let the blood spray over her, emitting a comfortable groan.
"Excellent~! My skin is as fair as before! Vlad, that fool, his power wasn't even fully recovered, yet he chose to confront those guys head-on. What an ugly death!"
An Egyptian soldier, while Carmilla was bathing in blood, suddenly had a gust of air shoot from his scimitar, and he threw the scimitar at Carmilla.
"Die, monster!"
Carmilla used the still-twitching Egyptian soldier in her arms to block the incoming scimitar, then looked unpleasantly at the Egyptian soldier who had interrupted her enjoyment of the blood.
"Catch him for me! I want him to slowly bleed to death in despair!"
"Roar!"
The zombies, receiving Carmilla's command, roared, abandoned their current opponents, turned, and charged towards that Egyptian soldier.
However, the Egyptian soldiers were not fools; how could they miss such a good opportunity? Just a few seconds after Carmilla gave her command, one-third of her subordinates were easily dealt with by the Egyptian soldiers.
By the time Carmilla realized her command was wrong, it was too late. Her mistaken order had completely tipped the scales of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, several Egyptian soldiers near Carmilla, clearly dressed as temple guards, simultaneously brandished their long staffs, closing in on Carmilla and giving her no time to change her command.
The Egyptian soldier who had previously thrown the scimitar snatched a warhorse from a nearby comrade and began leading the group of zombies rushing towards him, charging towards the battlefield where the giant beasts were fighting.
"For god ra! Don't waste the opportunity created by our comrades!"
Carmilla, seeing her zombie subordinates being lured away, hastily opened her mouth to revise her order.
"Don't..."
However, the Egyptian soldiers wouldn't give her the chance. Now with the numerical advantage, hundreds of Egyptian soldiers specifically surrounded Carmilla, continuously attacking her, giving her no time to revise her command through the contract. At the same time, they continuously shouted god ra and Cleopatra, drowning out Carmilla's voice.
Carmilla's face was ashen as she looked at the Egyptian soldiers besieging her. After dodging a staff strike aimed at her face, she let out a piercing shriek.
"Damn humans! Die for me!"
A massive Iron Maiden appeared behind Carmilla with the shriek, and hundreds of chains flew out from it, coiling around nearby Egyptian soldiers and dragging them inside.
As the Egyptian soldiers inside screamed in agony, fresh red blood continuously seeped from the Iron Maiden's seams.
However, Carmilla's Noble Phantasm did not frighten these Egyptian soldiers who had already cast aside their fear of death. The wounded among them, laughing, came before the Iron Maiden, shouting god ra and Cleopatra, awaiting its next deployment.
The other failures, meanwhile, fanatically attacked Carmilla herself.
Carmilla twisted a soldier's head off, and immediately two more soldiers filled the void. Every time Carmilla was hit, she would immediately suffer countless other attacks from soldiers. Those soldiers wounded in skirmishes with Carmilla fearlessly used every possible method to entangle and hold her, allowing their comrades to step over their corpses and attack Carmilla.
Five minutes later, when Carmilla's Noble Phantasm deployed for the second time, taking away a group of wounded soldiers who had already stood before the Iron Maiden, ready to sacrifice themselves, Carmilla was no longer her former self.
Carmilla, standing amidst a pile of corpses, was panting heavily. Her exposed skin was covered in various wounds, her armor was tattered, and her full, slender legs were covered in ripped stockings. Her shoes, too damaged, had been discarded by Carmilla, revealing a pair of legs covered in bite marks.
Her crown had long vanished, and Carmilla's snow-white hair now hung wildly around her head like a madwoman's. At this moment, Carmilla no longer resembled the Hungarian Countess; she looked entirely like a madwoman who had been violated by countless people.
"No! I must run, or I'll die here..."
Saying this, Carmilla let out a banshee-like shriek. A pair of bat-like wings unfurled from her back, horns grew from her head, and her full, slender legs transformed into cloven hooves.
Then, Carmilla, resembling a succubus from legend, took advantage of the Egyptian soldiers' momentary Stunned during her transformation, spread her wings, and flew into the sky towards the Paris Royal Palace.
Suddenly, a javelin, flashing with emerald green light, flew out from Paris and directly pierced Carmilla's heart.
Carmilla looked incredulously at the large hole in her chest, a tragic smile appearing on her lips as she mocked herself, "Even in this ugly form, I still can't escape death! Time will pass in an instant... was I wrong to want to remain eternal...?"
"Even in this ugly form, I still can't escape death! Time will pass in an instant... was I wrong to want to remain eternal...?"
Bradamante watched Carmilla, who had dissipated into spirit particles in the sky, and waved her hand at her subordinates behind her.
"Go report to the King that the mission is complete! And bring back the King's new orders!"
"Yes, my Lady!"
Bradamante looked at her silent but battle-ready subordinates behind her, reached out and touched her chest, feeling her continuously beating heart, and grinned, revealing her cute little fangs.
"It seems I'm already eager to fight for the King!"
On the balcony of the Paris Royal Palace.
Black Saber put down her teacup, picked up Excalibur, and watched the knight kneeling on the lawn below, reporting to her. She stood up and said.
"You are to inform my army now. Tell them not to enter Paris, but to bypass Paris directly upon arrival and enter the battlefield to destroy all enemies."
"Yes, my King!"
Then Black Saber twisted her wrist and said, with her back to Jalter.
"Assault Girl, this round's escalation is up to me! My legion should arrive on the battlefield after dark. You prepare for the decisive battle during this time!"
After speaking, Black Saber leaped from the balcony, landing on the lawn and kicking up a cloud of dust. Then Black Saber, holding Excalibur in one hand, strode out of the palace... Jalter watched Black Saber's retreating figure, casually tossed her teacup off the balcony, and turned to walk into the palace.
"Don't die, Cold-Blooded Woman, not before I'm ready... No... survive no matter what... Artoria, I don't want to burn this world to be buried with you..."
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