I Had No Choice, and Neither Did You!

Artoria paid no heed to the dozen or so vampires charging at her. The holy sword in her hand erupted with surging magical energy once more, and she swung it again.

She was now a living artillery turret. In this narrow passage, there was nowhere to evade her Magic Release. The corridor filled with vampire bats was instantly swallowed by golden light once again.

The humanoid vampires desperately raised magecraft shields in an attempt to resist, only to be completely vaporized without so much as a ripple.

At this moment, Artoria was invincible in a place like this!

These vampires had some strength and even knew a bit of magecraft, but they were nowhere near Dracula's level. They could only be considered relatively weak Phantasmal Species. Even the Holy Church would not need Executors to deal with one; a cautious clergyman could handle it.

Of course, they were certainly stronger than the stone golems, homunculi, and Dragon Tooth Soldiers from the Romanian Holy Grail War. After all, they could use magecraft and could launch attacks even while the sun was still up. They were not comparable to those minor mobs.

Artoria's two consecutive Magic Releases completely stunned the vampires pouring in, leaving them unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Those two Magic Releases had directly wiped out over a hundred vampires. How were monsters blocking the doorway supposed to be defeated?!

However, whoever had sent them to attack noticed their hesitation and ruthlessly forced them onward.

Because the opening had been made right beside the entrance, the vampires charging in from the front had no route of retreat and nowhere to make a tactical withdrawal. They could only charge toward Artoria in grief and fury as her holy sword lit up once more.

At the same time, several beams of