Shalltear - Vampire Subordinates 2

“Yes, Mistress Shalltear.”

The vampires to her rear on either side stepped forward and punched the face off a bandit about to swing his sword at Shalltear.

It was like they’d hit him as hard as they could with metal rods. With a noise like a balloon popping, the bandit flew into the air. All kinds of matter—a mix of blood and brains—splattered out of his head. The fluids glittering in the moonlight were beautiful precisely because they were so horrifying.

The sound of the tumbling corpse pulled to the ground by gravity—with half its head blown away and pink brains spilled from the gaping wound—that was the bell that signaled the start of fear and agony for the bandits, joy to Shalltear, and the beginning of the battle.

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Just the smell of blood was making him sick. Human arms and legs were being torn off as if they were made from paper; heads gripped between two hands burst like pomegranates. Armor was ripped off, hands jammed into the torsos. Glistening-wet intestines, yards of them, were yanked out. That they didn’t immediately die from all this showed how resilient humans were.

On the ground was one who had tried to run and had both his legs smashed. There were white things—bones—protruding through the flesh and skin. He was frantically clawing at the dirt with both hands, trying to get even a little farther away from the fear, struggling to live even a little longer.

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Volume 3, Chapter 1.4