In this crossover anime, many ruthless and powerful figures reside in my territory.

Could it be?!

"Your orc blood is barely palatable."

The next moment, the jade-like hand crushed the dog's head in its grasp, and the surrounding blood seemed to come alive as it flew into the air, gathering into a blood droplet the size of a ping-pong ball.

Muzan lifted his hair behind his ear with one hand and opened his red lips.

Blood trickled down her throat, and her fair neck twitched slightly.

With a swallowing sound, the abdominal wound and damaged clothes were restored in an instant.

She glanced at the progress bar, which had increased by another 0.1%, and a slight smile crept onto her lips.

In a good mood, let's kill more enemies.

Blood instantly concentrated at his fingertips, and countless blood lines scattered in all directions, piercing through all enemies within a 500-meter radius who were using green energy.

These enemies immediately turned into mummies and fell to the ground.

……

"Lister, how come the beauty you brought is so amazing?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Quickly organize all the survivors to assemble at the convoy in the front courtyard. Bring as many people as you can. I'll go and bring Father and Mother over!"

Melf nodded and called out to the surviving servants and knights around her to move toward the front courtyard.

She suddenly felt a sense of relief that the supplies and horses she had prepared for her brother had played such a significant role, and she was also relieved that the enemy had not destroyed the supplies.

"Brother! Father and the others are entrusting this to you!"

"what!"

Lister replied casually, instantly disappearing from Melf's sight.

With a single step, he traversed hundreds of meters and appeared in the manor's large garden.

The bodies of many enemies and knights lay scattered among the flowers, turning the once beautiful garden into a scene of devastation.

In the center of the arena, a middle-aged man with white hair and a blonde woman dressed in aristocratic attire are fighting six enemies together, each wielding a longsword.

Both men had several wounds, and the guards and knights around them had all fallen to the ground, lifeless.

“Cecilia, I’m starting to worry about our idiot son.”

The middle-aged man's face showed undisguised fatigue.

"Norman, don't worry, Lister is excellent and always manages to turn bad luck into good."

A beautiful blonde woman leaned against a broad arm, comforting the person behind her.

"Yes, having a soulmate like you and two such outstanding children makes my life complete."

"Let's kill a few more enemies before we're done!"

Just as the middle-aged man raised his sword, ready to laugh three times, a dazzling sword light flashed, and the surrounding enemies fell to the ground.

Having just finished killing the enemy, Lister flicked his sword and turned to look at his parents.

"Old man, I've come to your aid. My sister is gathering the remaining people to prepare for a breakout. Let's hurry over there."

Norman and Cecilia were stunned for a second. Suddenly, Norman grabbed Cecilia's hand and said affectionately.

“My love, you go with Liszt first, I’ll follow right away.”

Cecilia's eyes were slightly moist, and she kept shaking her head. Just as she was about to speak, a fist slammed into Norman's face.

"Oh no!!! Honey! Are you alright?!"

A guy who punched his own father to the ground pointed at himself and shouted.

"Retired old guys should just obediently follow orders!"

"Don't even think about those old tricks of sacrificing yourself to cover the retreat. I don't have that kind of thing here!"

"I'll only say it once!"

"Your brilliant and mighty son could have beaten a hundred of you long ago!"

???

Norman, who was covering his face and looking completely bewildered, suddenly came to his senses.

Depend on!

"You brat! You want to rebel, don't you?!"

"So what if you rebel? Have you ever successfully stopped someone from doing so?"

"Let me tell you! I'm tired of hearing that two years ago!"

"What?! I'm telling you too! No matter how much time passes, I'll still be your father!"

"Speak properly to me! I don't have a son like you who beats his father!"

Seeing the two start arguing again, Cecilia instinctively tried to mediate, but the next second, Lister grabbed her and Norman's arms.

The space shifted, and the three arrived at the area in the front courtyard where supplies were stored.

"Dad? Mom?"

Melf was startled again. Was this spatial magic?

Lister didn't say much, but simply placed one hand on the ground, and a Flying Thunder God Formation instantly appeared in the open space.

"Sister, abandon all supplies, each of you ride a horse into this circle, I'm going to teleport you outside the city!"

Melf paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

She had just used her roar, imbued with blood energy, to notify everyone still alive in the manor. Some people were already running this way, while those who could still fight were providing support.

However, the commotion had also attracted many enemies, and more and more enemies were gathering in front of the courtyard.

But it seems there's not much to worry about.

The beautiful woman with a bewitching charm standing atop the mansion had eliminated most of the enemies.

At that moment, Muzan saw an enemy wearing a black cloak jump onto the opposite side of her.

She frowned suddenly.

"You have a truly repulsive aura."

"Yeah……"

The voice beneath the cloak sounded like that of a dry, withered old tree.

"To me, your vigorous vitality is also quite an eyesore."

A short wand extended out, and a grayish-white beam of light shot from the tip of the wand.

attack?

She is least afraid of this kind of small-area piercing attack.

Without a second thought, Muzan charged straight at the enemy.

!!!

"Get away!"

It was too late when Muzan heard Lister's warning.

The grayish-white beam of light curved in the air and shot straight toward her chest.

Suddenly, Muzan felt a tremendous force push her away, and a gray-white beam of light pierced through Lister's right chest.

The moment it pierced through, the flesh of the wound instantly turned grayish-white, as if it had withered.

If the holy light gathered around the wound hadn't firmly bound the intertwined black and white energy, this withered energy would probably have spread throughout the body in an instant.

"...Your mastery of holy light far surpasses that of the bishops here."

"After he was hit by my instant-death beam, the Holy Light abandoned him."

The cloaked figure pulled back his hood, revealing grayish-white skin and a bizarre male zombie face.

The dried flesh and blood were clearly different from that of the living.

"My name is Etman. I was a farmer in my previous life. It is an honor to fight you, the powerful protector of the holy light."

At this moment, Muzan, who had been pushed out, adjusted his posture and rushed to Lister's side.

Her blood-red pupils widened, and the veins on her face bulged, clearly revealing the features of a demon.

Why did you push me away just now?!

Liszt actually detected a sense of reproach in those words.

He gritted his teeth.

"This isn't the time to talk about that. Cut out the rotting flesh from my wound, and then..."

Blood spurted out, and rotting flesh flew into the air, then turned into fragments.

Muzan instantly dug out the flesh from Lister's wound and then personally helped him heal his injuries.

"Say!"

Lister took a deep breath.

“His power can corrupt life, and your life force is not even as strong as his death energy. If you are affected, I am not confident that I can save you.”

"After all, the Holy Light is only harmful to you."

"As for the rest..."

Lister drew his royal sword, the tip pointing at the zombie man opposite him.

“I made an oath before I took command of the army.”

"I will not let any of my comrades die before me."

Comrade?

Muzan's eyes were full of incomprehension.

She had always viewed Lister as a trader who got what he wanted, and assumed that Lister thought the same way.