It’s getting harder and harder to be a villain these days

There was a piercing sound in his ears, and Grae knew that it was actually coming. He jumped back hurriedly, but before he landed, he was hit in the nose by a sharp roundhouse kick.

"Wow!"

Greg covered his nose and backed away.

"Only to this extent?"

Vickery glanced at Grae, and then asked lightly.

Although 'Magic Invalidation' can invalidate magic within the range, it does not seem to affect the knight's ability to use his own magic to strengthen his power. In other words, it cannot affect the magic inside the human body.

Although Weekly can't let go of the mage's hands now, he can directly control his body through the magic circle on his body.

After continuous training in swordsmanship, Weekly now knows exactly where the limits of his body are. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the magic power is enough, he can even have the speed and strength of an A-class knight in a short period of time.

Everything just happened was just crushing in terms of speed and had no technical content.

"If you still have any skills, just use them, otherwise you won't have a chance."

Vickrey looked at Grae with a very cold look, like a hunter toying with his prey, which made people shudder.

Grae didn't answer, turned around and ran away. His chances of winning this battle were already very slim...

However, in just a moment of turning around, Vickery came in front of him and punched Grae in the chest hard.

"Boom!"

Under the huge impact, Grae felt that the world was spinning for a while, and he knocked down several tombstones before stopping.

In the darkness, Vickrey's dark red pupils shone like a demon.

Is this the bloodline of the Pod family?

Grae, who was lying on the ground, looked at these eyes reluctantly.

Vickery walked slowly closer.

"Only to this extent?"

Among the broken rocks, a sharp blade popped out from the sole of Grae's shoe and kicked Vickrey's neck violently.

However, Vickery just took a step back and dodged past.

Greg took the opportunity to stagger to his feet.

"...I admit that you are strong."

Weekley was completely different from the wizards he had seen so far, and his strength was not at the same level...

But as long as he is a wizard, he has the possibility of winning.

Through the attack just now, he already knew what Vickery's attack method was.

A purely physical attack, probably using magic similar to that of a knight's physical enhancement. My own domain is ineffective against such magic...

However, the opponent has no corresponding martial arts. He only relies on speed and strength, and his skills are completely zero.

I still have the strength to fight!

Grae turned around and ran away again.

Vickrey immediately caught up with him, keeping a safe distance.

It was quickly broken.

Grae turned his head, noticed that Vickery was about to punch, and realized that the opportunity had come.

This time he won!

Grae leaped backwards into the air and dodged the opponent's punch by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, his legs moved again, aiming at Vickrey's neck like scissors. This force was enough to slit the opponent's throat.

"Shh!"

A line of blood splashed in the air.

Done!After successfully landing, Greg looked at Vickery in surprise, imagining how his head would look like he was in a different place.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Vickrey touched the wound on his neck in confusion. It was very light, even just a little bit of skin.

However, it could be considered as barely breaking through the defense of the mage's hand under his skin, which Vickery really didn't expect.

If it were an ordinary knight, he would be dead by now...

"A very smart tactic, but..."

Vickery was firing on all cylinders and ran in front of him at a speed that could not be caught by Grae's naked eyes.

"With absolute power, it's still too far behind."

With a snap, Weekley punched out, and the sound of watermelon breaking was heard in the air.

Grae flew out of the cemetery and made a big hole in the road.

"Cough cough cough." A mouthful of blood gushes out.

With this punch, half of Grae's bones were broken, but he miraculously survived...

Vickery came over slowly.

"Calm down?"

"....You monster."

Vickery nodded, taking it as a compliment and didn't take it to heart. Instead, he turned around and asked.

"I want to know why you hunt wizards?"

The background of Grae's story is not introduced in detail in the game. Weekley only knows that he hates wizards, but the specific reasons are not explained in the main line.

"Whether it's a floating island, a wizard's conference, or an academy, they're all shameless traitors!"

Grae became a little emotional when talking about this, and even yelled loudly regardless of his injuries.

"Without magic, they are nothing! This bunch of butchers who only know how to fight in their nests only dare to extend their knives to those who can't resist!"

"..."

"You! Vickrey! Even you!"

Grae tried to get up, but since he had no feeling below his neck, he could only stare at Vickrey angrily.sixty-nine. four-nine-three. six-one-three-five

Vickery was hesitant to kill Grae. He seemed to know the other person's identity and the reason for hating him.

"I understand, you are from the Crimson Blood Clan, right?"

For a moment, Grae's eyes widened, and his bloodshot pupils reflected Vickrey's figure.

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"I understand, you are from the Crimson Blood Clan, right?"

For a moment, Grae's eyes widened, and his bloodshot pupils reflected Vickrey's figure.

"Does the Pod family still remember the Red Bloods?"

"At least I remember."

The Red Blood Tribe is a very ancient bloodline. They are a mixture of demons and humans. They have a certain amount of demonic power, but the price is that they need to take demon blood regularly, otherwise they will degenerate into real demons.

But magic was born to execute demons, so wizards and the Crimson Blood Tribe have always been incompatible with each other.

This is a major theme in the later stages of the game. Did you not expect it to be hinted at so early in the game?

"I understand how you feel. No one wants to suffer years of suspicion and oppression."

"..."

The Crimson Blood Clan has been hiding somewhere on the mainland, living a life of fear all the time, fearing that they would be discovered by wizards and suffer disaster.

But sadly, they never escaped the whirlpool of fate.

In the not-too-distant future, when the empire changes dynasties, the Red Blood Tribe will face a massacre.

Because by then, in the eyes of wizards, they will be no different from demons.

No, maybe the 'massacre' has already begun, but it's just more hidden...

"But understanding doesn't mean understanding. What's the difference between you who killed so many innocent wizards and the people you hate?"

"....kill me."

Grae's face suddenly turned pale and he didn't want to say anything more.

At this time, there was a noise in the distance, and many knights were approaching. It seemed that Olivia had some conscience and knew to find someone to help...

Vickery shook his head.

"There is no point in killing you. Nothing will be changed. Rather than risking your life here, it is better to think about how to wash away the grievances of the Crimson Blood Clan. Blind revenge will not change anything."

"You! You are a wizard! What do you know about the Crimson Blood Tribe!"

Grae roared angrily as if having an epileptic seizure, and at the same time, the footsteps in the distance were getting closer and closer.

"Who am I? I am Vickrey of the Pod family..."

With that said, Vickery straightened his clothes and dusted off the dust from the fight just now.

"As an ancient bloodline, the continuation of the Demon Hunter inheritance..."

Grae looked up at Vickrey's face, the cold wind blowing through his hair.

"Do you suffer from dealing with me?"

There was a gentle demeanor and an unruffled majesty in Vickrey's words.

"You can trust what I say."

"The Redbloods are humans, not demons..."

At this moment, Gray

There was only one word that came to mind.

noble.

Unlike the fakes in the world, Vickrey is a person with true aristocratic qualities.

“…”

Slowly, the burning anger in Grae's eyes disappeared, replaced by endless sadness.

"Does the Red Blood Tribe still have a chance..."

Vickrey couldn't help but frown as he looked at Grae who was out of control and mumbling to himself.

"It's too ugly. The only one who can answer these questions is yourself."

After reaching out and knocking Grae unconscious, the knights also gathered around...

"It's indeed Professor Vickrey!"

Among the large group of royal knights who arrived afterwards, the leader immediately saluted him after seeing him.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you. It's all our fault that we have never been able to bring the wizard killer to justice..."

Vickery waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Okay, I've caught him for you. Send him to treatment as soon as possible, otherwise he won't last long."

Although the punch he just punched did not directly kill Grae, it was still seriously injured.

"Ah, yes! Yes!"

The knights hurriedly picked up Grae, put magic shackles on him and left together.

Magic shackles can block the wearer's magic power to a certain extent, thereby achieving a state of banning magic.

However, this thing is also a kind of magic in nature, and it is completely useless to Grae.

Vickrey saw it but said nothing.

The moment before he knocked Grae unconscious, he confirmed that the man was no longer hostile to him.

The dissipation of the red mist is the best proof.