Chapter 151 150 Hey, Yankee, This Is How We Transians Say Hello!

Chapter 151 150. Hey Yankee, that's how we Transians say "hello"!

The Earl of White Mountain was furious when he saw the miserable state of his loyal servant.

The young man immediately drew out the noble sword in his hand. It was not an assassination blade such as the blade whip, night blade or fist blade that the thorn vampires were good at using, but it was indeed an extraordinary thing.

As the sharp blade was unsheathed, a penetrating cold wind swooped in. The fine frost visible to the naked eye was intertwined on the slender blade. It quickly gathered and allowed the transparent ice to condense on the sharp blade to form a more deadly psychic ice blade. .

This cool appearance made Murphy blink.

I don’t know if this is the special effect of the weapon, or the unique power of the vampire count in front of me?

Behind Earl Baishan, three thorn vampires also glided into the house in an elegant manner. However, it looked very funny to spread their small wings in front of the Blood Vulture clan. The short and delicate blood wings made Mo Fei was worried that they would break due to the weight the next time she slapped them?

This is completely unable to support a vampire soaring into the sky wantonly. Sure enough, flying is only the privilege of blood vultures at midnight!

"But it doesn't matter, after all, the little ones are cute too."

Murphy raised the Demonic Blade of Desire and said to Maxim beside him:

"It's quite disappointing. I thought there would be at least one strong silver-level foreign enemy coming, so that the two of us could leave a glorious record when dealing with other families for the first time."

Maxim did not respond, but slowly pulled out the tomb ritual black blade from his waist.

The master and servant had to face the four menacing thorn vampires in front of them. They were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. However, neither Murphy nor Maxim had any fear. They did not even call Adele and the other six heirs. support.

The housekeeper is still helping Murphy's warriors assassinate and execute the blood vulture traitors hiding around the city. She must reduce the number of traitors to a safe limit before the sun sets.

That is also necessary.

Adele and Maxim, who inherited Murphy's blood, obviously also inherited Murphy's habits that are quite unique to other vampires. Their resistance to sunlight is far less than that of other vampires, which makes them at dusk. Fast action becomes possible.

"Let go of my servants! Your Excellency."

The Earl of Baishan in front of him stepped forward with a sword and said coldly in the coldness:

"We may be able to end this dispute in a more dignified way."

“The new Grand Duke Blood Vulture has succeeded to the throne, but the sons of Blood Vulture entrenched in this city did not appear at Grand Duke Tris’s ceremony. They made a regrettable choice between loyalty and rebellion.

All this was done by your hands. It was you who made the poor and shameful traitor lose his life tonight!

It was you who were disgraceful first!

So with all due respect, Your Excellency, I feel that you are not qualified to speak so nonsense to me in my territory! "

Murphy kicked the seriously injured Thorn Vampire away from his feet, and kicked him accurately into the sunset reflected by the broken window, causing the latter to scream miserably.

Amidst the screaming accompaniment, the vampire lord pointed his magic blade at the opponent and said:

"You look like a person who can make the decision, so go ahead and capture her! Follow me back to Scarlet Castle to meet Grand Duke Tris. If she chooses to forgive you, then I have no objection."

"impossible."

The opponent came forward with a sword.

Negotiations broke down, prepare to attack!

"quack!"

At the moment when the blood-eating vultures screamed and swooped down from the sky, and the giant astral wolves hiding in the shadows roared and pounced, the chaos in the house restarted again.

The three attendants behind the Earl of White Mountain wanted to protect their master, but Maxim stood in front of them like an iron wall amid the bloody charge caused by the flapping of the huge blood wings.

As a descendant of Murphy, he naturally learned from his master to place the tomb guard's undead enhancements under his control. The group death grip taught by Murphy himself was released in the same way around him.

Unfortunately, Maxim is still learning about psychic perception and precise manipulation.

The skill is wrong!

He failed to restrain the three fast-moving thorn vampires in front of him.

But it's not a big problem.

Coupled with the cooperation of the blood-eating vulture Reifno and the astral giant wolf George, the scene in front of him was a 3V3. The huge bonus brought by the elite template made Maxim not afraid of any challenge in the black iron rank.

As for the fight in the house

It's really lackluster, not much to say.

Murphy's unreasonable total of 104 attribute points is enough for him to proudly claim that he is invincible at the Black Iron level, and this is indeed the case.

As soon as the two of them fought, the noble sword exuding cold air in the hands of Earl Baishan almost came out of his hands.

This guy is so strong!

Is he really a flying blood vulture instead of a wild wolfsbane?

The Earl of White Mountain took one step back and swept his sword across to get into a blocking posture, but Murphy refused to retreat and instead advanced.

He rushed towards the cold sword blade. The moment he was hit, he caught the traces of the opponent's sword swing, and his entire body turned into a ball of flying bats to perfectly avoid the blow.

Hey, nightbats are quick, boy!

"!"

Earl Baishan knew something was wrong.

This young man immediately used the unique inheritance of the Thorns Clan. Just like the blood vulture has the power to soar in the sky, the Thorns Clan also has the mysterious power inherited from its origin.

When Murphy appeared in the swift dodging of Nightbat, and stabbed the magic blade into the body of the young vampire who looked smaller than him with dark steps, bringing out a trace of blood flowing with broken ice and preparing to add a second knife to destroy this kid, he suddenly felt a scorching heat suddenly erupting in his mind.

It was like a mental bomb suddenly exploded, making him confused for a moment.

At this moment, Tris's earnest advice to him before leaving Scarlet Castle also came to mind:

"The Thorn Clan is the descendants of jealousy. They have jealous blood flowing in their bodies, which allows them to sense and manipulate the emotions of others. In addition to being able to sense emotions more easily, these descendants of jealousy also have the midnight blessing of "emotion ignition".

Therefore, you must be calm enough when facing them! If the emotions are too intense, they may find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to your heart."

"Bang"

While Murphy was knocked unconscious, Earl Baishan covered his waist and abdomen wounds, and stabbed his heart with the noble sword in his hand, which was full of cold air. He was precise and ruthless. It can be seen that he has been practicing since childhood and has his own understanding of swordsmanship.

But it is not so easy to stage a reversal. The Desire Blade in Murphy's hand whistled out of the control of the holder and slashed towards Earl Baishan with the precise posture of a defensive sword.

This counterattack made the latter's offensive return in vain, and was forced to retreat again and again by the continuous and violent attacks of the magic blade.

A look of astonishment flashed in his gray eyes.

This is not right!

I had clearly knocked him out and was in an advantageous position, so how come my situation became even more dangerous after he was knocked out?

Hey!

Vampire on the opposite side, just fire it!

How come your sword is better than you? So, you are actually the human restraint of this magic sword? Stunning you will enter the second stage, right?

"Emotional ignition. What a mean ability!"

Murphy regained consciousness after being knocked out for a second.

He shook his head. The remaining emotional burning in his heart made him very uncomfortable. The damage and tearing from the spirit even spread to the body, causing a sharp pain in his heart, which was very similar to the uncontrollable pain when breaking up.

He raised his head and looked at Earl Baishan who was being forced back by the continuous attacks of the Desire Blade. He moved his five fingers to summon the Dark Night Claws, but there was no response.

The setting sun was shining outside the window. It would be night in just a few minutes. However, when the sun had not yet left and the night had not yet ended, the hunting claws given by the dark night would not respond to the call of the Midnight Son.

So Murphy stepped back a few steps, raised his hand and gathered his psychic energy to accurately grab the ankle of Count Baishan in the posture of death grip, lifted him into the air and slammed him to the ground, and the necessary evil seized the opportunity and flew out in the air, brushing against Count Baishan's neck.

The mellow smell of delicious blood spread.

The impulsive magic blade that sipped blood became more crazy, and began to emit an ominous hum at a faster speed, like dark lightning hitting Count Baishan's precarious sword defense back and forth.

"The first time we met, you actually made a stranger feel heartbroken for you, you are really a sinful man!"

Murphy threw a dirty word, cast spells with both hands to continuously throw out the psychic impact in different ways, constantly interfering with the sword style of Count Baishan who was retreating in front of him, letting the necessary evil "play" happily while brushing up the proficiency of psychic skills.

He also summoned a few celestial creatures from time to time to rush over, making Count Baishan even more flustered.

Less than 30 seconds after the battle began, the latter's luxurious leather armor had several dangerous wounds, and the icy blue cape was broken like a beggar's "ceremonial dress". The young vampire from a foreign country had realized that he could not win this battle at all!

Although the blood eagle vampire in front of him was of the same black iron rank as him, the latter's combat power was at least twice as much as his!

He had fought with all his strength, but the latter was still calm and composed. The wise man of noble status already knew what to do in this situation.

Of course, he fled.

Pah, of course, he changed his strategy!

"Bang"

The noble sword emitting cold air swung forward, and the unique swordsmanship that was crisp and beautiful was spread out like a cold wind, repelling the Desire Blade again.

Earl Baishan took a step back and raised his left hand. A ball of cold light floated in the palm of his hand. As he took a deep breath and blew forward, it turned into a wave of ice that froze everything in front of him.

Murphy even saw clearly visible snowflake-shaped spiritual energy flying in front of him.

The ground froze quickly wherever the cold wind blew, and even the flying magic blade was temporarily frozen in the air and lost its ability to fly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"This is definitely not the power that the Thorn Clan should have! This is not the power that a vampire can obtain! This kid is a bit weird."

Murphy kicked the window beside him, and the whole person turned over from the frozen ground in the shattering glass, his movements were chic and not stained with a trace of embarrassment. Count Baishan also made the same move. After releasing this seemingly incredible control spell, he picked up the servant Vesta who was also frozen under his feet and rushed out of the window.

At this time, one of the three Thorn vampires in the yard had been knocked down by Maxim, and the remaining two knew that they should retreat when they saw their master rushing out.

They escorted Count Baishan to glide back, but behind them, Murphy and Maxim's overly large scarlet blood wings suddenly opened at the last moment of dusk.

Night finally came.

Mother-like blessings were equally applied to every vampire, making the Thorn Clan escape faster.

However, when they heard the flapping sound of wings behind them like a strong wind, the three guys realized that they had made a terrible mistake that was fatal enough to send them to hell.

Trying to glide away in front of the blood eagle that can soar in the sky?

Is this really a tactic that you have carefully thought out, rather than trying to use this method to make Murphy and Maxim laugh to death so that you can win a chance to escape?

"Bang"

The pursuer behind swooped down like a meteor, and Maxim, who was "death-dropping" like a vulture predating at a speed of more than twice the speed of sound, was knocked to the ground by the fierce night bat impact by the two thorn vampires guarding the count.

The scarlet claws that finally appeared in the dark night were like scimitars, piercing their armor and flesh accurately and fiercely, ending the battle in an instant. The two attacked did not even have time to turn into bats to escape before they were beaten to death.

The ancient claws with real damage are so domineering!

"Shua shua shua"

The sound of the giant wings flapping brought the wind on the street. Murphy slowly fell in front of Earl Baishan, and his hands had also turned into ferocious and powerful claws of the dark night.

He hung in the air a few inches above the ground, completely blocking the escape route of the earl and his servants.

"Your Highness, go!"

Vesta, whose legs were still healing, loyally protected his master, but before he could finish his words, a buzzing black shadow rushed from behind with a ferocious collision that tore through the wall.

With the humiliation after being toyed with, the Desire Demon Sword Necessary Evil, which had a bad temper, completed three stages of acceleration in an instant, and pierced through Vesta and Earl Baishan's bodies at a lightning speed that Murphy could not see clearly.

Hot blood was spilled in the dark night, but the young man who was already desperate still held the sword to resist.

This stubborn attitude further angered the Desire Blade, causing it to pierce three times in the next second, and then pierced the heart of the White Mountain Count accurately in the fourth execution, and began to devour the delicious blood of the Thorn Clan frantically.

"Enough!"

Murphy flashed forward and grabbed the hilt of the necessary evil.

He scolded:

"I keep it for use!"

The Devil Sword was a little bit overwhelmed.

He even began to fight against Murphy. The vampire lord narrowed his eyes and mobilized the anti-virus program of the administrator system.

Of course, it was just a scare.

This thing cannot be activated actively before it comes into contact with the subspace chaos psychic entity.

However, as the familiar purification breath overflowed from Murphy's fingers, the Devil Blade, which was still bloodthirsty just now, immediately became as obedient as a quail, and smoothly let Murphy pull it out of the heart of the White Mountain Count.

"Go!"

Murphy waved his hand casually.

The Devil Blade, which had just tasted the delicious blood, was obediently suspended beside him. In the dark night behind its master, the chaotic figures of the Blood Eagle traitors flying in the night sky had already appeared.

The vampire lord whispered in the bleak night:

"In my name, kill the rebels. Only ten will be taken back for execution! The remaining blood essence belongs to you."

"Buzz"

The Desire Blade was immediately ecstatic.

It swayed in the air, as if praising the generosity and magnanimity of its new owner. When it was in the hands of Sarokdar, it would not have had the opportunity to wantonly execute the Blood Eagle members and steal their blood essence.

This greedy and bloodthirsty blade flew around Murphy obediently for a few circles, with a flattering look, as if to say, you are a good person.

Then, it accelerated in the air and turned into a dark night meteor with a gloomy scream and disappeared in the night sky. In the first second of taking off, it killed a Blood Eagle traitor who tried to fly out of Batasi City in the air.

It also knows tactics!

The tactics of the magic sword are to bully the weak and fear the strong!

Because it is still very weak now, it only picks those weak traitors to eat first, and then cooperates with Murphy's servants and warriors to sneak attack those stronger guys.

"Alas, in Sarokdar's hands, it was like a bloody dragon, crushing everything that disobeyed it wildly, but in my hands, it became a bloodthirsty Erha, and even persimmons could only be picked on the soft ones.

Of course, I don't think it's my problem."

Murphy sighed.

He tapped the white chin of the Earl of Baishan with his ferocious dark night claws, lifted his weak face, and looked at the pair of eyes with scarlet spots in the gray-blue.

He saw despair and helplessness, anger and unwillingness, pain and relief in these young eyes, as if they were ready to die here forever.

Murphy tilted his head.

He said:

"You have just been transformed not long ago, right? Your Excellency the Earl."

"Why do you say that?"

Earl Baishan obviously wanted to retain a trace of his last dignity, so he refuted very hard.

Murphy laughed and said:

"If you were a vampire veteran, you would have known to run away when you saw the necessary evil in my hand, but you rushed over like a fool.

It either means you are too young and don't know this Midnight Sacred Blade.

Or it means you are a fool.

Which conclusion do you think I should believe?"

"Necessary evil?"

The weak Earl suddenly realized, he laughed in a low and painful voice, and said:

"It turned out to be the legendary Desire Blade, no wonder. But isn't the new patriarch a lady? Why is this Grand Duke's Certificate in your hands? Who are you? At least. At least let me die with a clear mind!"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Murphy pressed his shoulder with his left hand, and his right claw pierced his opponent's heart very smoothly. He cut the vampire's heart with a sudden force, causing the Count of White Mountain, whose identity was obviously questionable, to fall into weakness at midnight.

He whispered in his ear:

"My name is Murphy! Ravno Murphy Lesombra, the lord of the land under your feet that is very unhappy because of being offended. I am Count Cadman and the future Governor of Transia.

Your Excellency, the Count of a foreign race, you are a good bait, and you may be able to lead out more important people.

Go to sleep, loser.

It's not your fault for tonight's shame, you performed very perfectly.

It's just that I was too weak, that's all."