Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly widened, his eyeballs seemed to fly out of his eye sockets, and then he stopped moving after a few swings.

　　 Jenkins snorted, knowing he had found the right target. He stood in place and looked into the distance. The 7th-level vampire was now staying at the very edge of the lock.

　　 He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to escape, and hasn't moved since Jenkins met the person in front of him.

　　 Looking to the east again, the gifters of the Orthodox Church have defeated the remaining two blood-sucking infected. It seems that we are now exploring Misuo.

　　 "I want to know what you are doing."

　　 He bent down, took two breaths, and put the middle-aged man who was permanently unconscious but not dead against his shoulders. After walking a few steps to the middle of the street, a lonely porcelain bowl was placed in the middle of the road.

　　 Just now Higgins was blocked by this thing when he ran over. Jenkins watched him drip his blood into it before he was allowed to pass.

　　 The biggest difference between this porcelain bowl and ordinary bowls is that the edge of the porcelain bowl is a full circle of brown teeth, and the pink gums look abnormally disgusting.

　　 Jenkins didn't know whether this should be classified as a creature or an object, but he didn't want to try to be bitten by this thing either.

　　 put the hanging arm of the man on his shoulders above the mouth of the bowl, and then cut the flesh with a knife. It didn't disappear into the air until the porcelain bowl was filled.

　　 "It doesn't look difficult."

　　 Jenkins whispered.

　　 He just carried the hapless middle-aged man through the maze, healed him and used blood as a pass while healed him. Higgins pointed out that it is true that blood will be absorbed by blood, because more and more blood needs to be discharged each time, which means that the power in the blood is constantly declining.

　　 When moving near the blood-sucking species, Jenkins had to drain blood equivalent to twice the blood volume of the man's whole body in order to pass over the blood-sucking leeches on the ground.

　　 From a distance, I saw that the roof of the tallest nearby building was in the shape of a spire, and there was a figure in a black robe holding the spire. He was bathed under the blood-red full moon, and his body seemed to be stained red.

　　 There was a vague smell of blood in the air, but Jenkins couldn't guarantee whether it was from the person he was carrying.

　　 He took advantage of not being spotted, and quickly hid in the side alley. Throwing the man on his shoulders into the trash, he covered his face with a torn newspaper on the side. A few steps forward, he squatted in the corner and looked around again.

　　 After such a long time, the three combat teams also broke through the encirclement and came nearby. Their target was obviously the moon-baker on the spire.

　　 After holding his breath for a few seconds, a group of people wearing uniform windbreakers rushed past the alley. But they didn't notice a person squatting in the dark alley, and Jenkins didn't mean to say hello.

　　 He just took a look and knew that if there was a thunder, the person holding the spire would be unlucky. Sure enough, the sign of the beginning of the battle was a thunder in the sky.

　　The battle started soon, but due to the limited vision, Jenkins could only see the light spots intertwined, and sometimes huge explosions and strange sound waves appeared.

　　 Moving in the maze requires a lot of blood, and the blood-sucking species can draw power from the blood. In addition, he was prepared for this situation, and it was not the team of the Orthodox Church that gained the advantage in the end.

　　 The smell of blood in the air became stronger, and the blood-red moonlight shone on the silent earth. There are no residents in the Misuo, and the whole area is silent except for the sound of fighting.

　　 The moon seems to be close to the ground, and this is not an illusion, because the garbage alley that was originally shaded by the shadow also has a red moonlight. The moonlight first shone on the half-covered body, and then on Jenkins' boots.

　　 "I have a bad feeling~"

　　The man thought in his heart, he could feel the rapid vibration of the pocket watch chain hidden in his clothes. He clicked on his chest, and unfortunately pressed his cat, and chocolate roared in his clothes.

　　 He thought about the complicated things he had encountered recently, and then thought of the situation when he first encountered the vampire.

　　 "Last time, people killed an entire alley to get their blood. This time, they launched a large-scale lock-in ritual to draw power. What are they going to do?"

　　 At present, there is not the slightest evidence to link the appearance of the vampire species with the arrival of the evil **** son, and Jenkins is not easy to draw conclusions. But after half a year of life, he now has enough knowledge that these things will definitely be related to him in the end.

　　After thinking, the fierce battle changed a little. Jenkins clearly saw the light spot representing the level 6 bestower leaping into the air. After fighting with the alien for a while, he was knocked out, showing a parabolic posture and flying towards him.

Chapter 548 The Flyer under the Moon

　　 Falling from such a high height, generally speaking, death will definitely happen. But as if the Hermit of Destiny accidentally looked at him for a moment, the man who fell fell into the alley, on the garbage dump, and fell on the man who was put there by Jenkins.

　　 "Should I kill this?"

　　 is worthy of being a member of the Orthodox Church combat unit who has undergone strict training. Even if the man was continuously attacked and injured by falling, he still did not faint.

　　 He coughed fiercely with his back to the sky, and the painful voice made people suspect that even the lung lobes would come out. He tilted his head to the side, but saw that in the last shadow of the alley, a fat man who couldn't see his face was sitting there, curled up his legs and hugged him with his hands.

　　 Seeing the man looking this way, the fat man in the corner stretched out his head and looked at him inquiringly, facing the blood-red moonlight, that ugly face covered with lumps looked strange.

　　 "Oops, there are other people here..."

　　 He endured the severe pain and forced to concentrate. He wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly to inform his companions, but in the end a **** bubble appeared.

　　 Jenkins just looked at him, worrying about revealing his identity and did not go to the treatment. And his worried expression, in the eyes of another person, seemed to be quietly looking at himself with a hairy look on his back.

　　 He lay there struggling, trying to crawl towards the exit of the alley, and even if there was only one last breath, he had to inform his companion that there was another person here. Jenkins couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to stand up and come next to the man and hold his shoulders, thinking in his heart to take care of him while he didn't look back, but he was afraid that his life would be completely ruined because of his momentary softness.

　　 So, he became abruptly stopping the injured man, and then he remained silent.

　　 "What exactly does he want to do?"

　　 The man couldn't speak, and a series of blood bubbles came out again. He stretched out his blood-stained hand and wanted to crawl forward, but he was too weak. Even if the strength on his shoulder was not strong, he could easily restrict his movement.

　　 "Why are there still people here at this time...Isn't this a believer in the new god?"

　　 did not use any divination-related abilities, he still magically touched the edge of the truth.

　　 Jenkins did not hesitate for a long time there, because the man soon passed out due to serious injuries. This is much more convenient. He simply used a small amount of green smoke to flow on his body surface once, so that this person will not die in a short time, so that he can guarantee his own safety without watching him die. in front of.

　　 But Jenkins still exposed his whereabouts, ignoring that the stronger the vampire species, the more sensitive to blood. At the beginning of the battle, Buddwilt Linksberg was not sure whether this was an illegal gifter who was accidentally caught up in it or a running dog of the Orthodox Church, but since the man fell, his breath has not weakened. It has also been slightly enhanced, so you can be sure that the enemy is hiding in the alley.

　　 At the moment when all the red moonlight was spilling on the garbage alley, Jenkins seemed to raise his head. On the distant building, holding the top of the tower with one hand, the pale-skinned man happened to be in contact with his sight.

　　The man has beautiful blond hair and is wearing a black formal dress, but the neckline is in an inverted V shape, revealing a shirt with intricate lace decoration. He was wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was as thin and white as paper.

　　 Even after the battle, the clothes are still very tidy. Jenkins in the distance can even see that his inner and outer collars are still overlapping. If you are seen by Miss Stuart, you will definitely praise this as the best way to match shirts and formal wear.

　　 "Didn't you say that your face is ugly?"

　　 He thought to himself, keeping that posture looking at Linksberg, while the other side swiped his neck with a grin, then turned to deal with the opponent who attacked again.

"threaten me?"

　　 Jenkins thought in surprise, then reached out and touched his neck, and found a large swath of blood.

　　 It was only then that he felt the pain in his heart. He wanted to speak but he could only make a "snoring" sound.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate poked her head out of her clothes worriedly, and the hair on her head and neck was dyed red.

　　 "huhu~"

　　 Jenkins made this sound while pressing his right hand on the huge wound on his neck.

　　 "Ha~ it's really dangerous."

　　 He stood against the wall, looking up again with an ugly expression, to look at the person waving the blood whip on the spire of the distant tower.

　　 "Well then, do you think I can't fly?"

　　Badvelt Linksberg was facing a very difficult decision at this time. The smooth realization of the red moon volley originally made him think that tonight's plan would be foolproof.

　　 But it never expected that the Orthodox Church of Nolan Diocese would have such strength. He doesn't know how the other two companions are, but in this area, even if the body is blessed by moonlight and has drawn so much blood, he still doesn't think he has a great advantage.

　　 In the depths of the white mist in the distance, some stars can already be seen in the sky, which is a sign that someone is cracking the lock. He knew very well how terrifying the demigod gifters in this city were, but the blood collected now was far from the minimum limit of the plan, and when to evacuate became the most difficult choice.

　　 The whistling wind was mixed with a huge amount of ice rolling towards the silhouette of the spire, but Buddwilt Linksberg just waved his hand, everything in front of him was covered with red luster, and then quickly corrupted.

　　 He lowered his head and looked down, and the ant-like figures gathered again to prepare for the next round of attack. Although he still had the upper hand so far, he couldn't go on like this. After all, he hadn't touched the threshold of a demigod.

"Maybe......"

　　 A strange aroma came from a distance, it was an extremely wonderful smell of blood. The blood-thirsty instinct made him stop throwing blood cells in his palms, his left hand held the spire of the tower and looked forward suspiciously, a fat man riding a unicorn was under the red moon higher up, looking down at him.

The two looked at each other quietly in the red world. This scene was both weird and funny, so that even the three-hundred-year-old Linksberg could not explain whether it was a unicorn that appeared in the material world. It's still ugly fat man riding on a noble unicorn is incredible.

　　 Time seems to be frozen in this second, and what makes time pass again is the black figure that appeared on the back of the fat man.

Chapter 549 Chapter 540 Failed Pursuit

　　 Most of the gifters living in Nolan have heard of the names of the believers of the new gods, so they have heard of some obvious characteristics. Linksberg frowned, then muttered to himself in an unbelievable tone:

　　 "Twin Devil?"

　　 The black-spirited figure leaped down from the sky and collided with the blood whip waving in the heart of the vampire hand. It continued to fall without the slightest impact, and everyone on the ground was stunned by the huge explosion on the spire.

　　 "Is there anyone on it?"

　　 Captain Bincy asked in a low voice, but no one could answer his question.

　　 squinted at the moon. There seemed to be a small white spot under the moon. If you look closely, it turned out to be a white horse flying high in the sky. It has a pair of wings, and a golden unicorn shining like gold under the blood-red cold moonlight.

　　 "That's not...oh, sage!"

　　 The battle at the top of the tower is still going on, and Jenkins is actually not as strong as Linksberg. But now he can fly, and the vampire species cannot fly as described in third-rate novels without incarnation of a group.

　　 rode a pure mount and kept walking around the spire of the tower, while the black figure and the silver light flakes concentrated and attacked downward. Jenkins is looking for an opportunity, as long as he hits even one hit, or is close enough to use blasphemy, then he can immediately retrieve the mirror and escape everyone from the air.

　　A huge and weird sound came from the mouth of the pale-skinned man, and the glass windows of the whole block were shattered.

　　 Ang~

　　 The unicorn uttered a deep cry in response, while the golden unicorn radiated a little bit of brilliance to protect its owner.

Taking advantage of the enemy in the air to retreat temporarily, Linksberg panted and put his right hand into his arms. When he took it out again, what was left in his hand was not the expected mirror, but a large palm wrapped in a white bandage. Dolls.

　　 He has turned into a disheveled appearance at this time. The black human figure that is constantly exploding not only brings a demon flame that pains the soul, but is also constantly violently destroying everything around him. The roof was about to collapse, and he had to make some changes more than necessary.

　　 looked at the fat man under the blood moon with hatred, he suddenly grabbed the head of the doll with his left hand, and then slammed it hard.

　　 "Ah~"

　　 Jenkins and Linksberg both screamed. The former's neck was twisted into a strange angle, but it was quickly snapped back, and the latter's eyes flowed with blood and tears.

　　 "Blood Moon~"

　　 It threw the doll down casually, and then knelt down towards the moon with open arms. Swims of red blood flowed down from the sky, infiltrating and repairing its body.

　　 At least under this moon, it won't die so easily.

　　 "I think we can talk."

　　 said in a very skilled Nolan accent, this was formed after living here for a long time.

　　 "Of course I can talk."

　　 Jenkins has no psychological pressure to lie this time, because it is a just lie. Unicorns are flying around the spire, and the shadow of the devil is eager to try.

　　 "You should be a believer in the new **** code-named Twin Devil? Maybe we can cooperate. Yes, even if you never fail, there will never be a shortage of competitors for the savior's seat."

"What is he saying?"

　　 Jenkins frowned, and then realized: "Huh? The vampire came to the material world because of the shortcut to becoming a god?"

　　 "Well...cooperation is certainly possible, and I can agree to your request on behalf of my companions."

　　 Only God knows where those so-called "companions" are.

　　 "But we need sincerity. Now hand over all the special items on you. This is the first step for us to gain mutual trust!"

　　 Jenkins asked casually.

　　 "Huh, sure enough..."

The vampire suddenly laughed tauntingly: "I knew that the believers of the new **** finally discovered that the way to obtain the [true phantom] is only known by the mirror! Do you think I am a fool? Without this mirror, How do you ensure that our cooperation is reciprocal?"

　　 "Oh, yes, since omniscient, it is also possible to know how the savior's ability is acquired."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and the twin demon shadows were ready to attack again. He is also about to reach his limit. He has used his abilities many times to maintain the Unicorn's present world, and he has consumed a lot of spirit. If he can't defeat his opponent in a short time, then he can only take a quick escape.

　　 "I hope you can think about it!"

　　 "No need to think about it!"

　　The embarrassed man roared loudly, and as the sound came out, the red moon above his head flashed abruptly, and then the light like daylight shone on the whole land.

　　 Jenkins subconsciously covered his eyes, and then noticed a group of bats flying into the distant night sky with a mirror.

"do not go!"

　　 He yelled loudly, and the unicorn chased up without order.

　　 A stream of light pierced the sky, as if the whole world was cut open, and the lock was finally cracked by the outside. But before the people outside had time to be happy, they saw a group of bats flying fast in the sky and men riding unicorns.

　　 In the sky, the twin demons again appeared against Jenkins' back, and then leaped forward and exploded in the bat colony.

　　 Linksberg screamed in the air, showing his figure again. In the process of falling, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the mirror. Jenkins could only hear his voice following the sound of the wind: