The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 322 - 49: The Struggle Between Father and Son (6)

"Who are you?" Duke Clent asked through gritted teeth.

"You don’t need to know who we are!" Adelle shouted, "You only need to know that we are the reinforcents for Jones!"

"He is Adelle Sambo, the son of Prince Louis Sambo," Count Dracula introduced from the side.

Adelle almost choked: "Damn it, your father sold out."

"He always does that," Jones replied expressionlessly.

"Now I understand why you hate him so much."

"The Sambo family?" Duke Clent looked suspicious: "Does the Sambo family want to get involved in this dispute? This has nothing to do with you at all."

"No, you are wrong. It does matter, and significantly so. Jones is a mber of my brotherhood!" Adelle placed a hand on Jones and drew the longsword from his waist, pointing it at Duke Clent, shouting, "How can I stand by when you attack a mber of my brotherhood? Today I’ll show you the might of the Sambo family!"

"Young Master!" the butler hurriedly called out.

"Shut up!" Adelle turned his head and roared.

Duke Clent’s mouth slightly curled up into a smile: "Your butler doesn’t seem to agree with you."

"What does it matter if he doesn’t agree?" Adelle’s eyes widened, stubbornly shouting, "He’s just a butler, I’m the young master!"

"Young Master!"

"Shut your mouth! Say one more word and I’ll sew it shut!"

The butler hurriedly covered his mouth in fear.

"I know your father too. Once we capture you, I’ll personally deliver you to him."

"Win first, then talk!"

Duke Clent raised his hand, a gesture signifying the readiness for battle.

The Deacon Council mbers quickly loaded their crossbows, aiming at the group.

All around, the Blood Clan mbers brought by Adelle widened their eyes, growing a bit timid.

Adelle quickly shouted, "Double the bounty! That’s my order, I’ll take responsibility! Shield!"

After shouting, Adelle let go and dashed to the back. The Blood Clan mbers he brought quickly raised their hands and chanted spells. Dozens of scattered shields were erected in front.

Jones still stood at the front. The dwarves were alright, as they could hide behind the Blood Clan’s shields. It was the Hydra that found itself in an awkward position.

It was simply too big. Even coiling and twisting its body to try to get the shield to cover itself left many exposed areas.

Duke Clent maintained his raised hand gesture.

The whole world was silent, both sides holding their breath.

How much longer must they hold out?

Jones quietly looked up at the sky.

It should be around midnight now, at least they must hold out for three more hours. Yes, three hours, at least. They fought so hard just now, only two hours have passed. It could even be four or five hours, and perhaps there would be no answer until dawn... he had to prepare for the worst.

But with the situation as it was, he seed powerless to change it.

Turning his face, Duke Clent said softly to Count Dracula, "Your son is your responsibility."

"Alright... alright," Count Dracula nodded.

Turning his gaze back to Jones, Duke Clent sharply swung his raised hand down: "Attack!" Then quickly stepped back.

From the sound of launching, countless poisoned needles rained down on Jones’s ranks!

No one knew how many poisoned needles the Hydra took in one breath, many struck the shields upheld by the Blood Clan, but many still slipped through.

Several dwarves fell. The Hydra let out a hysterical wail, then all nine heads lunged wildly at the opposite side. In the process, it even swept down several of their own Blood Clan and dwarves.

The Deacon Council mbers discarded their crossbows and scattered in all directions.

The fierce battle resud.

The dwarves picked up their weapons and charged again, roaring.

The Blood Clan brought by Adelle also drew their longswords and surged in from both flanks.

In comparison, the Deacon Council was much more well-trained.

Duke Clent transford into bats and flew into the sky, commanding from the center.

Count Dracula charged directly at Jones.

Count ssier, on the other hand, drew his longsword and rushed at Adelle.

The Hydra, hit by poisoned needles and gone mad, spread its nine heads, searching for the Deacon Council mbers, opened its huge jaws, and lunged directly at them. Its enormous body rolled crazily on the ground, crushing everything it touched, whether stones or trees.

Even their own allies had to find ways to keep away from the Hydra.

However, its movents were ultimately a bit slower than the Blood Clan. It could mainly serve as a deterrent only.

The Deacon Council mbers sotis transford into bats, maneuvering back and forth in the air to attract the Hydra’s attention, and sotis reverted to human form to launch attacks, their movents as swift as lightning.

If it hadn’t been for the agile Blood Clan brought by Adelle covering it, the Hydra might have been exhausted to death here.

Despite Jones’s side having an absolute nurical advantage, this was undoubtedly still a battle of the weak against the strong. The scene was chaotic to the extre.

In the blink of an eye, Count Dracula was already beside Jones, reaching out to grab him.

Jones nimbly retreated to dodge, pointing his sword at his father. He stared intently at Count Dracula.