Chapter 94

Count Dante's shield blocked Manuel's spear, and in its wake, a powerful gust of wind swept through the area.

*Rumble!*

The ground shook and the mansion collapsed.

Several trees were uprooted.

He plunged his sword into the ground.

"...Hup!"

He braved the harsh wind and craned his neck to see what was in front of him.

Count Dante was standing firm.

Red armor made of blood protected his body, and the massive shield above his head flowed into his body.

"Kahahahahaha."

Count Dante was drunk with his own strength.

He looked over and began to pace slightly.

"Is this all you have?"

"Not yet."

Manuel stood up and raised his sword. White light poured from his body, healing Manuel's wounds in an instant.

*Whoosh!*

The wings spread out again.

Manuel turned his head slightly to look at him and opened his mouth.

"Stay back for a moment."