A giant fist slammed Vladimir's body against the wall, his greatsword pressed against his chest with one hand, and the other gripped his hilt tightly.
"Damned brute!"
He growled and pushed the Tyrant's claw back.
With a grunt, he summoned the surrounding blood from dead monsters, and demons swirled around his blade, forming a beautiful blood flame. His counter knocked the massive demon back several steps.
"Follow me, Epsilon!"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
A dozen maids rushed forward like rabid dogs and lunged at the Tyrant, using their claws and teeth to cling to its hardened flesh like burnt iron. They ripped and tore at the dazed Tyrant like rabid dogs, not caring for their looks, demeanour or lives.
'These little girls, how much stronger will they grow in this battle?'
"Blood Knights, support those women! Protect their lives." Vladimir's low voice shattered the air with a powerful booming shockwave.
