The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

However, the strong impact also caused the warhead to quickly cross Marshall's side of the face at the moment it broke.

"Silver bullet..."

He glanced at the warhead embedded in the wall with disgust.

It's not a surprise.

He was almost ready for this when the two cannon fodders sent to inquire about the news lost contact.

Although it is not known at this stage how far the other party has cooperated with Arasaka, they will definitely develop weapons targeted at his vampire physique.

For example, silver.

This kind of precious metal, which used to be loved as much as possible, now makes me feel sick just looking at it.

Even after weakening some of the vampire's related weaknesses through the system.

But it is undeniable that silver weapons will still make him feel a certain amount of pain... and strong psychological resistance.

"Although it doesn't hurt very much, things like silver really make me sick!"

——It’s like having shit smeared on your face!

He wiped the scratches on the side of his face with his thumb. Now he had no idea of ​​continuing to play.

A flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the left half of Marshall's body melted and turned into a pool of dark red blood.

The blood, which seemed to be conscious, quickly spread towards the surroundings.

"!"

Before anyone else could react, thick bloody thorns rose up from the ground in the blink of an eye, densely filling the corridor.

Like a snake, it is constantly squirming and shuttling, its sharp hooks piercing the flesh, greedily sucking every drop of blood.

Even artificial vampires and ghouls who are themselves human beings are inevitably covered by them... a life force stronger than that of humans, but at this time it brings them more pain.

After a while, the bloody thorns in the corridor disappeared, leaving only corpses crushed and drained of blood.

The scene looked particularly captivating.

Glancing at the body of the artificial vampire on the ground, Marshall didn't pause.

Nothing to feel bad about.

They are just a group of miscellaneous soldiers who can be replenished at any time. They are brought here just to test the results of biotechnology.

And it just so happened that he had an extra hundred lives... just used them as waste.

When he reached the deepest level of the research institute, facing the thick metal door, he turned into a shadow and passed through.

‘——The blood of the ancients! ’

Marshall couldn't help but lick his lips as he thought that the power he dreamed of was about to be his.

But soon he stopped laughing.

Contrary to expectations, after passing through the iron gate, the room inside didn't even see the Elf from the Wild Hunt, not to mention the Ciri he was looking for, and there wasn't even a single staff member.

In the center of the room, there was only a figure covered in thick red armor, but with red tattoos painted on the chest and face by a blue spider.

Chapter 381 Blood and blood

It's wrong, it's very wrong.

Where is the promised ancient blood?

Where did my old Ciri go?

Even if you transfer in advance, you should at least leave two El El elves to moisten my throat!

"It looks like I was ambushed." After quickly looking around, Marshall said pretending to be a gentleman.

"Let me introduce you first. The following is... don't eat the sour radish!"

Before Marshall could sigh in a London accent, the next second, BloodRiot on the other side pointed the smoke gun at him.

If you compare carefully, you will find that the Spider Lost Bottle that was inserted into the slot in the past has now been switched to another full bottle.

——A bottle full of silver.

"SteamAttack!"

"FullBottle!"

The muzzle of the gun fired a fatal light bullet mixed with spiritual power that directly vaporized Marshall's body, and even the heavy metal door behind him was penetrated.

'Sure enough, this vampire is a crispy one...'

However, in Heywood's small clinic, Lin Qiao, who observed this scene through the perspective of BloodRiot formed by genetic factor mimicry, did not relax his vigilance.

Although such damage is done to ordinary creatures, no matter how many times it is done, it is not enough to kill them.

But for the vampire in front of him, who even conservatively estimated that he had at least five-digit resurrection coins, it was just a hair lost.

It is really impossible to get rid of him once and for all with this kind of attack.

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

The next second after his body was evaporated, a violent wind sweeping the blood mist appeared in the room out of thin air.

In just one breath, a rough human shape was reconstructed.

Even the clothes on his body have been restored.

"The time for resurrection was actually shorter than expected..."

In the clinic, Lin Qiao's body frowned and muttered softly.

Moreover, the effect of Yinman Ping seems not to be as effective as initially expected... Is it because the weakness of the relationship is weakened or removed through the system?

Although it was expected, this is not good news anyway.

But he still has spiritual power.

"Tell me, where is the ancient blood?"

After quickly completing his body reorganization, Marshall's face turned a little dark.

Although it's not a big deal if the whole body is evaporated, just losing a life is just a loss.

But the pain and nausea caused by contact with silver objects lingered in his heart.

Of course, if possible, he doesn't plan to start a fight with the opponent just yet.

At least talk about the terms first.

"As long as you give me the blood of the ancients, I will leave this world directly, never entangle with you, and let the system judge you as the winner."

This is a win-win condition for both parties.

At least that's what Marshall thinks.

He can get the power of the blood of the ancients and leave the system behind; while Lin Qiao can complete the task and get 12,000 points given by the system, increasing the possibility of survival in the future.

Everyone has a bright future.

Of course, the reason for doing this is not because Marshall is a good guy or something, he just wants to avoid the worst plan.

After all, there is a great possibility that Ciri is in the hands of the opponent now.

If the opponent gets angry and kills him, he won't even have a place to cry.

And even if he is not there, if the two people really fight, it is likely to be a fight to the death...

Even if he wins in the end, he is not confident that he can find Ciri in an hour.

So first stabilize the opponent and get the blood of the ancients.

As for the agreement between the two parties after that...Why do you trade with me with my things?

It's always like this.

Although he had a good plan, unfortunately, Blood Riot, which was emulated by Lin Qiao's genetic factors, ignored his plan.

He pulled the trigger and fired the smoke gun again.

Ding Ding Ding!

The light bullets strengthened by spiritual power were blocked in the next second as Marshall waved the dagger in his hand...

But this thing is not a physical warhead after all.

The moment the dagger touched it, it exploded.

And as a result, two of his fingers were also blown off.

‘Damn, this feeling...! ’

A burning sensation came from the wound.

Although it was not the existence of Yin that made him feel disgusted physically, he was inexplicably disgusted.

Therefore, Marshall's mood became worse.

“It seems that I have to knock you down first...”

The scarlet eyes glared at Blood Riot.

Anyway, eating this guy can also obtain information about the ancient blood... At least he has to show him some power to let him know that his patience is not infinite!

Crack!

Accompanied by a harsh sound, countless blood-red thorns pierced out from under BloodRiot's feet, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the place where he was originally standing.

However, just before the thorns rioted, Marshall's BloodRiot, who was always alert, immediately jumped up from the ground.

He pointed the muzzle at Marshall below and pulled the trigger while dodging.

Bang, bang, bang!

The spiritual light bullets shot from the muzzle exploded in the thorns, instantly breaking more than a dozen of them...

But then they were filled with more thorns.

The thick blood-red thorns squirmed violently, and the sharp spikes left dense scratches around.

Countless wires were cut off, making a "bilibili" sound.

And as countless blood thorns squirmed, they quickly pieced together a monster with a bloody mouth.

That was Marshall's familiar - the blood dragon.

The huge dragon head almost occupied two-thirds of the space in the room.

The moment it appeared, it bit towards BloodRiot standing on the ceiling.

The powerful bite force and impact force directly bit through the entire ceiling.

However——

"IceSteam!"

At the moment of being swallowed, BloodRiot adjusted the valve on the smoke sword.

The smoke sword flashing with blue energy danced quickly, and the thorns that made up the blood dragon were directly frozen in place.

But the next second, countless thorns surged up like sea water.

In an instant, the frozen blood dragon was turned into pieces, but...

"Didn't catch it?"

The feedback from the blood thorns that were like an extension of his body made Marshall stunned for a moment.

Before he could make the next move, a puff of smoke suddenly appeared behind him.

"!"

Gripping the dagger in his hand, he quickly turned around and slashed.

Clang——!

Bright sparks lit up between the smoke sword and the dagger.