Chapter 76 75 Betrayal Is Our Tradition, Cold-Bloodedness Is Our Virtue [1560]

Chapter 76 75. Betrayal is our tradition, cold-bloodedness is our virtue [1560]

(Additional update for the ‘Humen Smoke’ brothers [5/5])

The blood-stained mask was torn by the sword blade and then flew to the ground with a roar. The collision of the sword blades made a short and fierce sound, which was the fatal rhythm of fighting for life and the arrival of death.

The dawn sun is rising, and the red light spots emit light and heat to announce the exit of the Mother of Night.

She took away her blessing with a little regret, causing those creatures that could only move in the night to fall into a weak rut, and the scorching light turned into flames and began to ignite those who did not belong to the day and were not favored by the light. of creation.

Arthur felt like he was about to have a fever!

Even though he was wearing armor that could protect him from the sun, the resistance and resistance to light and heat in the vampire tradition meant that the strength of every swing of his sword in this early morning would decrease.

On the other hand, although Maxim opposite him was scarred, he was not defeated by the accumulated pain. Instead, he began to muster strength because of his opponent's weakness, pushing the battle to a climax of counterattack.

"puff"

The swift swords of the same posture in the hands of the two men pierced the already riddled armor of both sides almost at the same time, and Maxim was forced to take a step back to cover the blood that overflowed from his chest.

His body swayed, but the vampire across from him was even worse than him.

Not only because the sun burned the skin through the cracks in the armor, but also because the psychic poison accumulated after being hit by the poisoned blade too many times finally reached a certain limit. Under the weakening of the sun, the vampire could no longer resist. .

He staggered back, spurting black blood from his mouth.

Arthur felt that the power of the night was withdrawing, and the shadow of failure had become thicker as Maxim stepped forward with his sword. The shadow enveloped him!

It left him with nowhere to go and panic ignited in his eyes.

No!

It shouldn't be like this!

I have been given real power by Master Jed!

The monster in front of me is just an ordinary human being. Why can he be stronger than me?

This is not fair!

"I sold everything to get this! Why do you?"

Arthur roared.

He waved the swift sword in his hand crazily and weakly, breaking both his mental and physical defenses, causing him to shout:

"I went through life and death for him so many times to gain his attention and favor. I even sacrificed you, the brother I grew up with, for this.

You should be dead! mark!

You are already dead, right? What appears before me now is just a ghost that doesn't want to die!

That's why I can't beat you.

It's impossible for me to hit you, because you're already dead, so how can you die again?

You monster!

Go to hell! "

The vampire used his last strength to prop up his body, which was already emitting streams of green smoke in the sun, and rushed towards Maxim. As a result, he was dodged by the latter with a dexterous dark step, and the swift sword named Ambition and Dream was struck down. The opponent's weapon kicked him forward again, causing him to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

"Me! Not a monster!"

The visor on Maxim's face had been sliced ​​open.

The scar scratched across his face and the bridge of his nose, covering his unusually pale skin with blood.

But there was a fire in his eyes.

He stepped forward and sat on his former brother's waist. The sharp blade in his hand pressed against his heart and he roared:

"You! You are the monster! I used to feel inferior because of this. Being different from you made me feel like I was born inferior, but now I know it!

Being different from you is what makes me unique. Being like you would make me feel sick!

you!

Arthur, you are just like those who laughed at me!

Drawing from the misfortunes of others the humble joy that sustains oneself in a life of misery, and immersing oneself in this shameful desire.

you

you!

Is the real monster! "

"puff"

The sharp blade pressed down, as heavy as a gigantic force.

The emerald green and scarlet light pierced Arthur's armor, cut open the heart and inserted it into the ground on his back, causing the vampire's struggle to twitch violently at this moment, and then lost all power and let the bloody hand fall down. land.

"Hoo, hoo"

Maxim, who was seriously injured but managed to kill a vampire, gasped for air.

At this moment, he felt that all the power to support his fighting was being lost, but on the other hand, it seemed that new power was constantly pouring out of his empty body.

He crossed that line!

The boundary between ordinary people and the extraordinary realm allowed his hidden potential to finally be released, creating a ladder for him to leave the "ordinary".

Maxim staggered up and drew his weapon, covering his chest and taking a few steps back.

He tremblingly took out a roll of gauze and medicine from his psychic bag, but he didn't notice that behind him, the "dead" Arthur suddenly opened his eyes.

As the body exuding green smoke struggled to get up, the scarlet in his eyes became more cruel and bloodthirsty.

"idiot!"

He scolded:

"I am a vampire! I am an immortal descendant! I am a thing that drinks blood and becomes immortal! You win, but you will die!"

Maxim ignored him at all.

As if he didn't hear anything, he took off his armor and pulled away the gauze.

This arrogant attitude angered Arthur, who was extremely ugly in the sun, causing him to stumble forward and was about to draw blood to regenerate, but the next moment...

"puff"

The scarlet claw easily pierced his heart from behind, leaving him frozen in place.

Lowering his head, he saw five scarlet claws that were as sharp as daggers but dotted with mysterious psychic patterns moving in front of his chest. As they closed, his healing Midnight Heart was also clasped in the palm of his hand.

"As a dying person, you are really unqualified, Arthur. You have completely ruined the dignity of the ancient race!"

Mrs. Tracey's deep voice sounded displeased from behind.

"No, don't. Please! I gave everything. Please"

Arthur begged.

But Mrs. Tracey will not be merciful just because of a little pleading. In her past life full of mystery, kindness is a kind of luxury for her. Naturally, she will not give it to a worthless person so generously. Her miserable life as a prisoner.

She lived too long.

Kindness is a thing that has long gone with the wind.

As the sharp claws retracted mercilessly, Arthur's body with a hole in his chest fell to his knees weakly. Finally, he stared at Maxim and then fell to the ground, turning into a faded stone statue in the sun.

Mrs. Tracey looked at the heart that was petrified into blood essence in her hand. She stood under the sun, but there was a shadow surrounding her body to prevent her from being further harmed by the sun.

Even though she has lost most of her power, as a gold-level boss, Tris still has the necessary means of protection.

She's the real deal.

However, it is not as good as others think.

She walked up to Maxim, who was struggling to tie a bandage on himself, and handed him the blood essence in her hand. She praised:

“It’s been a long time since Transia had a great story about ordinary people killing vampires on their own, but you pulled off a pretty nice farewell to a friendship.

Looks like my little Murphy found a treasure.

Take it.

This is what you deserve. "

"Thank you, ma'am."

Maxim did not refuse the gift. Mrs. Tris looked at him up and down and said:

"After completing the Black Iron Trial, you need to wait for a while before you can feel the unfettered liberation of your potential. Don't be so anxious to realize the new power.

Especially in your current situation.

I suggest that you find some area with active psychic energy and meditate in it in the next period of time. This will improve your psychic perception and manipulation, allowing you to better grasp the psychic uses in the Tomb Sword Guard Swordsmanship. Part of the trick.

Your own psychic talent is not excellent, not even average.

But it doesn't matter.

After Little Murphy has completed your first love for you, Midnight's Blessing will make up for your shortcomings. "

After saying that, Mrs. Tris walked towards her carriage, waving her hands and yawning, and said to Maxim:

"Look at the sunshine more. This will be the last few times in your life that you can enjoy the dawn so freely.

From now on you will enter the night;

From that moment on, you will journey into eternity. "

Tris' poetic reminder made Maxim raise his head and look at the rising sun in the sky. He could feel the sun shining on him and bringing warmth to him, like a blessing and celebration for the winner.

But after a few seconds, Maxim closed his eyes.

He rejected the call and retention of the sun, and took one last look at the faded stone statue on the ground.

Arthur still maintained the same posture as before his death, with those eyes staring at him.

"Loyalty is the greatest gift."

Maxim coughed and whispered:

"It's a pity that your blood was spilled in the wrong place. Rest in peace, my brother. I know you just wanted to live in a humble way. I never blamed you.

This is not a personal grudge. "

——

The sky of Cadman City was also filled with light bit by bit.

The expulsion of the astral shadows from the Great Burn has made the black smoke covering the ruins of the outer city extremely light. The light can shine through, but it is not as hot as the outside world, and a real vampire should not go out in such circumstances. of.

But now, the eldest lady and Jade are fighting in the final battle in the sky that is penetrated by light.

Overall, the eldest lady is at a disadvantage.

All right.

She was beaten badly.

Jade herself is a strong person at the Silver level, a whole level higher than the eldest lady who started the Silver Trial but has not yet completed it.

Although he drank the daylight potion, the dose was not much, and as a bastard holding the daylight potion, he also had the corresponding antidote in his hand. The only problem was the lack of blood essence he suffered in the Blood Vulture Corridor.

This is a really fatal problem. If I have to say it, it probably caused his character template to fall from elite to rare. That is the weakness of the original level.

But even so, Jade is still much better than the eldest lady.

Femis can persist until now purely because she is a noble master, and the opposite is a swordsman. Relying on the difficult kite flying and keen control of the distance, Jed's deadly sword did not penetrate. her heart.

But that's about it.

Want to fight back?

Sorry, that is impossible in front of the Tomb Sword Guard, who is famous in vampire society for his physical and legal skills.

"You little bitch! Stop! Today is the day you die!"

Jed roared.

A fire rose and burned in his heart.

He had obviously planned everything, but fate was not kind to him. Instead, he slapped him hard in the face and told him that your plan was nothing. The world had its own ideas.

The feeling of disappointment that the plan failed from the beginning made Jade even more furious than the failure itself.

But it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if there are weak teammates and stupid servants!

Anyway, the fragment of desire is in his hand. Now he can get the inheritance as long as he kills Femis!

Facing Jade's insults and provocations, the eldest lady turned a deaf ear to it. She just dodged the energy blades that kept coming out behind her and flew to the depths of the ash-covered land at a faster speed.

This is not running away!

Brave and ancient bloodlines will never run away!

The eldest lady, who was suppressed by the arrogant enemy, told herself in her heart that this was part of the plan!

That's right!

All this was part of Murphy's plan.

"Huh?"

At this time, in the ash land below, the old knight Finok, who rode a red warhorse and strolled through the dead ruins, raised his head. In his eyes, he saw two vampires, one young and one old, passing over the city like playing hide-and-seek.

This made the old knight curl his lips, and he looked at the petrified heads of the two silver vampires hanging under the saddle behind him. He wanted to hunt another memorable trophy for himself.

Although he was already a strong man of the gold level, this was Cadman City! This was the lair of the Blood Eagle, one of the seven major clans of vampires. Of course, the vampires hunted here were more memorable than those killed in other places.

At this moment, old Finok felt that he was simply a genius of more than 200 years old, so he took out a black oak seed from his horse pocket, held it in his hand, and stretched one arm straight to the sky.

"The power of nature belongs to me! The blade of the wind listens to my call! Avalon, your great power will be fully displayed here!"

He whispered.

The next moment, the psychic spell of the oak seed was activated.

The black vines that grew rapidly after breaking out of the shell continued to extend along both sides of the old knight's fist, forming a black and green war bow in the blink of an eye. The bow arm was still entangled with green branches and various flowers that bloomed and withered.

Finok's right hand grasped the bowstring, and at the moment of pulling the bow to the full, a green hunting arrow formed entirely by natural spiritual energy appeared at his fingertips.

As one of the top combat forces of the Old Church, the White Knight, skilled in archery and horse riding is just his basic skills.

"In the name of my God, fall!"

As the old knight read out the name of God, the top of the green hunting arrow quickly wrapped with a layer of mist that seemed to be there and not there, and then released his fingers after a short aim.

"Swoosh"

The psychic hunting arrow rushed into the sky at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary arrows, piercing straight towards the face of the young lady, making Femis' eyes widen. A classic "falling leaves" flying technique avoided this deadly thing in a hair's breadth.

But Jed, who was following closely behind her, was not so lucky.

When he felt the threat like a needle, the hunting arrow had arrived in front of him, forcing Jed to swing his sword forward to try to split it, but at the moment he swung his sword, the old knight on the ground gently snapped his fingers with a subtle smile.

"Shua"

Originally there was only one emerald hunting arrow, which instantly turned into 7 identical psychic arrows that filled Jed's vision, and then pierced his entire body in an instant in the sudden second gust of wind acceleration.

It was like a blood bag shattering, scarlet dancing wildly.

The vampire who was almost at the silver level couldn't even react.

This was not an ordinary psychic spell

This kind of destructive power!

This was a damn divine spell!

"Ah!!!"

The painful wail resounded over the ruins. Under the young lady's horrified gaze, Jed, whose wings were torn apart, spun in the blood and fell into the gloomy ruins below like a bird with broken wings.

"Bang"

His body hit the ground and splashed messy ashes.

But old Finok wanted his head, so the arrow did not have real divine power attached to it, but the serious injury that penetrated was not fatal to the upper vampire.

Although he couldn't fly, he was still able to stand up, but then he heard footsteps coming from behind.

The extremely embarrassed Lord Jed suddenly turned around and saw Murphy, wearing a cloak and holding the Blade of the Desire Clan, quietly walking out of the shadows with elegant steps.

His handsome face was always elegant and decent.

However, this smile seemed so evil and crazy in Jed's eyes at this time.

"You! You actually cooperated with the witch hunters to harm your compatriots!"

Jed grabbed the emerald hunting arrow stuck in his chest and pulled it out with force. As the psychic energy dissipated, the chief's guards roared:

"Murphy! You shameless traitor!"

"Yes, I cooperated with the witch hunters. I planned to bury all of you idiots who broke into my game inexplicably. According to vampire customs, I am indeed a traitor.

This is not the first time I have done this.

I have to say that witch hunters are really useful as a sharp knife to eliminate dissidents."

Murphy's fingers grasped the hilt of the sword. As the blade of the Desire Clan slowly unsheathed, he showed a more elegant and decent smile to Jed in front of him and said:

"What? You are not convinced? How about this, I will send you to the Mother of the Night, and you can complain to me according to the procedures?"