Before those who had felt it arrived, Emma struck the floor of the fortified building she was in, causing it to tremble fiercely and the entire floor to collapse.
The ground collapsed, affecting the foundations so much that the building began to fall desperately, drawn down by gravity.
At the sa ti, she flew upwards and stood firmly in the sky, waiting patiently for the new arrivals.
Among them was a tall, elegant man dressed like a war general—one of the Great Generals of the Kingdom of Richter, Acklam von Richter.
He frowned as he saw how his fortified building was falling to pieces. Then he looked up to see the rest of the city, which was in ruins and with fighting still taking place throughout.
"..."
His mind went blank, while his heart began to beat with rage.
He looked at the cause of all this.
"Emma Lewis."
"It's been a long ti, Great General Acklam."
"I didn't expect you to have such terrifying fighting power. As I understand it, the Dark King must be near here, right? His sudden declaration of war and prompt invasion go against the laws established by the Vampire Clans and the Central City in conjunction with the Independent Clans. Do you really want to unleash everyone's wrath?"
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, there have long been laws imposed by our ancestors that none of you have wanted to comply with. When soone breaks the laws of the race, they must be prepared for the worst. So, if you think we failed, then consider that you did so first."
"And we are not afraid of what you have to say. We don't care about your laws either."
Acklam sighed. "You can break the laws, but if our leaders attack you and the whole race does, we won't mind exterminating you."
"It doesn't matter, your leaders are just as scum as you are. They, too, will die sooner or later."
"Forget it; it's not worth trying to talk to you. Since you decided to violate our territory, then it's ti I put you in your place, little princess."
Acklam is a strong man and a great hand-to-hand fighter, so his body lowered until he stood on top of the rubble of his own building, and special gloves appeared on his hands.
Then he shot towards Emma, trying to hit her head in a single attack. He wanted to kill her imdiately so that he could bring order to the city.
Emma smiled at this and suddenly drew a fantastic longsword. She did not move imdiately but waited patiently for her mont to attack.
When Acklam ca before her, she found an opening and attacked him with force, causing Acklam to defend the lower part of his right shoulder.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't treat like that princess I once was; I've put that ridiculous temporary title aside," she said, smiling mockingly.
Acklam took a step back, out of range of attack. 'This woman has a power similar to mine... Is it possible to increase her combat power so much?' he thought, although he did not reveal it.
Instead, he showed surprise at her words.
"Oh. And what do you want to call you? I had heard silly rumors but didn't believe them until now."
Emma smiled. "It would be nice if you treated like a 'Lady Dietrich' or like Matthew's Wife, but since I know that the na might be too big for your mouth to pronounce, you can call ... Future Empress."
She stepped forward and attacked, lunging powerfully forward and in different places on her opponent's body.
Acklam defended himself as best he could and rolled back 10 ters from the impacts.
"Oh. Future Empress? That's a pretty arrogant na."
"Is it?" Emma appeared behind him suddenly and attacked him with horizontal strikes, hitting his back firmly when he was off guard. That left him in shock, and he couldn't defend himself in ti.
His tall body shot out until it hit the rubble dozens of ters away from him.
"It was a na bestowed on by the Heir to the Dietrich Clan; I don't think it's excessive or arrogant, but if you say so." Emma smiled, walking calmly towards Acklam.
He struggled to get up, feeling the muscles in his back protesting with determination. He looked at her as if she were a complete stranger, which made Emma smile even more.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I've recently changed my battle style. I wonder if you can keep up. This wonderful battle art is very much in keeping with my new skill, and it was taken from the sa Forbidden Library, after all."
"New fighting style, huh? Not bad. I initially thought I could beat you by fighting in the crudest way possible, but you prepared well before coming. So, let show you what an authentic new fighting style ans. I didn't want to use it because I thought I could face Matthew Dietrich with it, but things have changed, and you've pissed off enough that now I want to teach you a lesson."
He suddenly threw his gloves and the armor he was wearing over his chest to the ground. He also removed his lower armor and was left in stretchy battle pants.
Emma frowned. 'Is he removing his protection? It could be ...' She felt that she rembered sothing Matthew had said to her recently, but trying to rember, she didn't feel she could rember it correctly, so she focused on keeping her guard up and looking at her rival.
Despite her calm deanor, it was difficult to beat these people, even with her new skills and the battle art she had recently learned. This was because she had little experience, and, after all, this guy had more than 100,000 power just like her.
She was powerful, but not as powerful as Matthew, who can skip battle levels when fighting. That's why she had to be careful.
The man in front of her then stepped forward.
"Protection Curse."
"Vampiric Claws. Curse of the Claws. Curse of Vision."
He chanted strange words that caused the energy inside and around him to transform into a powerful full-body armor covering him completely. At the sa ti, his Vampire Claws were filled with grotesque, slly blood, but it made them more lethal in so way.
In addition, his eyes changed color. The typical red changed slightly to a deep black, intensifying his vision.
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