I'm such an old god, so sorry

"...No, I think they will."

[Red Maple]’s prince leader shrugged. As a partner, [Night Crow]’s prince cannot directly kill Conlock, but it doesn’t matter if he sells his teammates honestly, because at the liquidation meeting after the war, Conlock Most of them can't keep their lives.

That being the case, it might as well take advantage of Conlock's dying struggle to plan how to reduce the loss.

The mirage is committing suicidal revenge.

Herzlmann knows this clearly. The opponent uses the bloody secret technique [Vengeance Blood Oath] and [Burning Blood]. The former is fine, but the activation conditions are quite strict, but the latter... that To put it bluntly, it is a forbidden technique that rapidly consumes one's life blood to increase combat power.

It is also with [burning blood] that the mirage can easily smash the traps and guards around Prince Alric that are enough to strangle several legendary sword masters.

A sword saint of the blood race full of vengeance and anger... Tsk tsk, it is difficult to deal with.

Although Herzlman is a member of the [Night Crow] faction, before he was sent as a spy to other princes faction, he was sent out of Sudor to study for a while, so he was not as eye-sighted as other Sudor. There was only room for this small Sudor Kingdom, but it widened his vision to accommodate the entire Ainfar.

The understanding of the blood family is also more thorough than many people. No matter what the mirage is for concealing his origin, it is undeniable that his identity as the Sword Master of the Long Night is not half false. A legendary blood family, although not traditional... .. No, it's even more terrifying because of Su Duo's Sword Saint profession.

While the sword seal was superbly repaired, Herzlman didn't believe that mirages could not have those tricky blood magic.

Fortunately in misfortune, if Mirage lurks and exposes his nature to attack the enemy frantically, it would be a disastrous consequence to [Night Crow] and the Holy Blood sect, but he chose the stupidest. Going deep alone, he also activated the forbidden technique [Burning Blood].

Perhaps the mirage was unstoppable during this period, but his hope of survival was cut off.

"...Is it so desperate? No matter, let's hold on as much as possible."

Herzlmann analyzed it calmly and decided not to confront the mirage head-on, but to delay the mirage to death, so he called several attendants and ordered them to prepare for battle.

"Your Excellency Conlock, you have to say it longer..."

Turning his head and looking at the back where weeping and shaking came from time to time, Herzlmann sighed.

Facts have proved that people can do everything when they are pressed. Under the overwhelming strength of the mirage without suspense, despite the desperate resistance of Conlock's people, three sword saints were hacked to death, two seriously injured, and the rest of the elite guards The team is completely destroyed.

After only ten minutes of fierce battle, Mirage cut off Conlock's head cleanly.

There is no torture, no humiliation, just let the expression freeze at this moment in the face of despair and anger.

After the main culprit, Mirage took some time to behead the other people in the entire mansion, especially those close to Prince Conlock, and finally returned to the vestibule to prepare to deal with Herzlman.

"The high level of [Night Crow] has already left. It is only natural that you can't catch up. But why did Master Long Night Sword Saint put the old man last?"

Herzlman looked around, and said that there were guards waiting in formation, Juggernaut standing with swords, magic towers that had been activated, and techniques extremely aimed at the blood race.

"Even in your current state, it is reluctant to kill the old man."

"...I was not sure to kill you before, time... is precious."

The mirage is concise and concise, he wants to kill as many enemies as possible while in the [burning blood] state.

At this time, a sharp phantom pain came, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked at his right hand.The excessive loss of blood has already affected his physical functions. Even if the physique of the blood race can continue to produce blood, the mirage is obviously the end of the battle.

"But my sword of revenge.....no joy or sorrow, till I die!"

Chapter Nineteen Cherry Blossoms (Ⅵ)

The mirage stepped forward and was greeted by countless bullets and arcane lasers, which were shot from the crossbowmen behind and the magic tower near the mansion.

The laser is a light-heat gaze with the attributes of sunlight, one of the conventional defense spells of a magic tower, and the bullet is a special ammunition doped with mercury.

According to rumors among ignorant villagers, sunlight and mercury are powerful weapons against vampires. In fact, this is nonsense.

First of all, the blood family cannot be called a vampire. Perhaps the origin of the blood family can be called that, but now this is an extremely serious contempt. Secondly, sunlight and mercury do have a little restraint on the blood family, but the effect is definitely not fatal, or even not obvious.

It is true that mercury bullets can effectively kill kinsmen, but that is not the effect of mercury. If you shoot enough and ruthlessly, the dragon can be killed by mercury bullets. This is the same myth as Coke’s sperm killing.

It can only be regarded as a little useful, it is better than nothing.

The pouring attack halted the mirage's footsteps, but immediately after that, he used the sharply strengthened [Gang] sword seal to push back, step by step stubbornly and firmly.

He is indeed unstoppable. The soldiers who regard death as home form a tight formation, but are easily chopped by the mirage. Many other arrangements, such as the weakened enchantment in the mansion, and the continuous burst of laser light from the top of the tower, seem to be right. The mirage poses no threat.

But Herzlmann knew that it was an illusion. As an individual, the blood race was indeed almost perfect, but the mirage had already endured the [burning blood] backlash for more than ten minutes, and the strong blood race was about to drain its source of power.

At most.... That's all.

Herzlmann took a mirage, and caught the opponent's eyes in the frantic figure.

It is still so peaceful and cold, without anger or sadness, but with the calmness of accepting fate.

"Drink... Sword Saint."

Herzlman shook his head. The experience of studying abroad made him not think like a Sudor. Even if he was promoted to the rank of legend, he was just an ordinary swordsman, not the unique Sudor.

Herzlmann didn't want to stay here anymore, let alone no matter how strong the mirage was, there was only one way to go under such a targeted encirclement. The difference was only the length of time.

After all, he is a legend, and only a legendary rank, he failed to completely break through the mortal and reach the near god rank.

Shaking his head, he gradually disappeared under the protection of the guards. Although Herzlmann pulled away and left the battlefield, the movement caused by the mirage could not be covered up. The unscrupulous cherry blossoms rose into the sky and caused a crashing explosion. And burning, such a sight naturally shocked many people in the capital.

Reminiscent of a series of attacks led by Mistoria not long ago, some people in the capital even felt insecure.

"Is it something that has happened recently?

After talking about it, they did their own things. The peace in King Su Duo's capital was so long that the residents were completely convinced of the kingdom's ruling prestige. This was just another small commotion that would soon be extinguished.

In the seaside restaurant not far from Lyrebird Bay, beside the elegant and luxurious central dining table, Mistoria, dressed in a purple and black exquisite hunting costume, frowned slightly, and whispered a few times to Xiude who was dining.

Xiude poked the brightly colored and scented food on the plate with the tableware, and said softly:

"Has the holy ceremony started?"

"....not yet."

"Then wait until the meal is over."

Xiude categorically gave up the idea of ​​watching the excitement now, concentrated on starting a meal, and said:

"Mistoria, do you know what the greatest philosophy in the world is?"

"eat."

"It's eating...cough cough, how do you answer?"

Xiude complained, he was not surprised, after all, his consciousness was very obvious, and he knew the meaning with a little thought.

But if you are so naive, are you afraid that it doesn't fit the position of a tool person of rapture?

"I'm extremely sorry, but I can't avoid it because of the doctrine."