Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 107 The blood is poisonous

The words of Lyall the Pure gave great encouragement to the Paladin Kallen. There was no enemy around her, the roaring holy flame was burning around her, and the blood servants who were beasts fled around under the shadow of the hammer.

"Trash!" Polivan was obviously extremely annoyed by the scene at this time, especially when he recalled how arrogant he was at that time.The priests of the light chasers are not combat professions, they are like a tortoise, except for various powerful auxiliary abilities and the slightly bright magic of light, their lethality to the vampires is at most equal to that of ants.But the combination of a priest and a paladin is much more terrifying in comparison.

However, I thought I had the chance to win, so I kept the boy in front of my eyes for 10 minutes until his companion expected to reconcile.

Thinking that the current situation was caused by herself, the angry fire in Polifan's body burned out her reason and thinking.

Her sharp claws collided with Kallen's flaming warhammer and sparks were produced. She turned over deftly in the air and stood on a branch of a tree.

"Servants, go deal with that priest. His attack is less important than his defense. Don't let him interfere with me. After I kill this paladin, we will patiently remove his tortoise shell."

"Monster! You are just wishful thinking, defeat me, and feel the power given to me by His Excellency the Pure One of the Son of Light!" Kallen confronted the blood clan head-on without fear, or she just wanted to do so.Because Bolivan relied on his flexible body to twist around at the moment of the fight, and pierced his sharp claws through the gap in the armor.

Then blocked by the Holy Light Shield.

The pressure on Lyle's side instantly reduced a lot, although now he was facing the remaining six low-level vampires.

Compared with the Kosovo giant bear they faced before, they are still a little bit worse, not to mention, Lyle now has the Holy Light plug-in of Sister Ariane.

Strikes of the Light gushed out like fountains, causing blood thralls to howl.

Although they were in unbearable pain, and even their skins were bloodied by the holy light, they still stubbornly carried out the orders of the hostess.

The power of the holy light of the priest is still a bit weaker in terms of lethality. Even if the blood slaves have no good meat on their bodies, they are still jumping around alive and well.

Ariane was still giving instructions in Lyle's mind at first, perhaps because she was tired of it, or it was troublesome.

A phantom of an angel formed on Lyle's head, and the holy light spell in his hand hit the surrounding enemies for free.

Lyle has completely become a possession of the Holy Light, or in other words, a totem pole of the Holy Light.

Occasionally, at the request of the figure with beautiful feathers above his head, he walked a few steps to the left and right, allowing those fleeing blood servants to re-enter the strike range of the holy light.

Unknowingly, Lyle had already walked quite a distance.

While Ariane was fighting, Lyle wasn't doing nothing.

He has been using his plague messenger ability in an attempt to contribute.

Unfortunately, vampires have some resistance to this plague.

Lyle could feel that there was some kind of dark force protecting these dark creatures, preventing their bodies from being invaded by viruses, preventing them from penetrating their skin, flesh, and even their respiratory system.

Even if vampires don't need to breathe, their nasal airway is just a decoration, but when Lyle tried to manipulate the plague into the nasal cavity, there was still an invisible force hindering him.

Lyle felt the frailty of his own strength.

Kallen and Bolivan are at a stalemate, but the exhaustion created by the human body will eventually overwhelm her, and the balance of power will tilt again.

"Lyle!"

Violet's shout made Lyle, who was paying attention to Karen's battle in the distance, look away.

It was my own side that had the problem first.

In order to take care of Ariane's attack range, he had already left the spot, but the unconscious Ralph and Violet who was looking after him still stayed there.

The initial protective barrier has worn away over time, exposing the two humans to a horde of vampires.

While the rest of the companions were yelling and howling in front of Lyle to attract attention, a blood servant had already walked around to their position.

Violet was blown several meters like a sandbag, with the blood gushing from her mouth, Violet called out to the only person who could help Ralph.

The vampire who held Ralph high was none other than Calent, the son of the former baron.

His cheek had been burned by the holy light, and on the scorched skin, the scarlet eye stared straight at Lyall.

"This is the person Violet is looking for? Heh, I can't believe it. Brat, your damn power burns me so much. I want to get some compensation from your uncle."

"Blood compensation."

The pain remaining on his face and the rationality that gradually disappeared due to the scars finally turned Karente into a pure beast. In his eyes, only the blood flowing in Ralph's veins.

Holding up the trophy of Uncle Cheap, Karente bared his fangs and bit down ferociously.

Blood, accompanied by Violet's scream, passed on the two men.

Karente's scars recovered visible to the naked eye, scabs quickly fell off his face, and the delicate skin was always intact, even more shiny than it was at the beginning.

Ralph's skin was gradually pale and bloodless, like a rapidly dehydrated corpse.

Look at this scene in front of you.

Lyle smiled.

The battle lasted exactly 10 minutes.

This smile is like a switch, a big hand that swings the scales.

Calente, who had just returned to his youth, began to convulse in his recovered body, his eyeballs protruded, and blood really flowed out of the bright red pupils.

He knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and let out an unknown howl!
"No! My body! This blood... there is something weird in this blood!"

The sucked blood flowed out from his seven orifices, and no matter what he tried to stop it, he couldn't fill it up. Ralph's, even his own, turned into wriggling worms and burrowed into Ralph's wound.

The situation was reversed, and Calent, who had lost his blood, became weak.

Like, Ralph sucked his blood dry.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling in my heart.

Unexpectedly, the target of the first plague turned out to be his cheap uncle.

The plague messenger is unable to break through the vampire's defense, but human beings are simply the best source of infection, and Lyle is waiting for this moment.

By sucking blood, the plague of the human body is directly transferred to the bodies of these vampires.

Luckily, Callent just had symptoms of bleeding.

At this time, he was weaker than a human being.

He staggered toward his own kind.

Lyle also got new good news.

The plague mutated in the vampire's body and became a virus against vampires.

This also means that their dark biological skin is useless.

One of the vampires who approached Callant began to retch, another lost control of his lower limbs, and another felt itchy even though he had spattered blood from his own scratches, mangled and mutilated.

"My leg, what's wrong with me!"

Unknown fears beat these monsters back into human form.

"It's the plague! This fool has infected us with the plague!"

"The blood is poisonous!"

(End of this chapter)