"That must be an illusion!"

The pitch-black muzzle was raised towards Gracefield again, and the man in black said slowly, "Really?"

He pulled the trigger at the girl not far away, and Phil subconsciously raised the particle cannon in his hand to block it in front of his head.

Hey!

With the sound of the firing pin hitting the air, Gracefill trembled slightly, and then found that the gun in the man in black's hand had not fired either.

She put down the weapon in front of her face, and couldn't help but joked about it: "It seems that your organization is not rich, and the bullets in the magazine can't be full when you come out to kill someone..."

"No way, because the inferior special bullets are also very expensive."

The man in black grunted twice as if he was amused by the scene in front of him, and casually dropped the pistol that had also been turned into scrap metal, and pulled out a gleaming dagger from his arms.

"But to kill you, a human, a cold weapon is as easy to use as it is!"

Unexpectedly, Gracefield frowned when he heard this, glanced down at the 1.3-meter-long metal particle cannon in his hand, which was as thick as two arms, and said with a smile: "Are you sure?"

Chapter 161 Non-fatal kill

Like holding a long knife, Phil grasped the barrel of the gun with both hands and made a posture ready to fight.

The figure of the man in black had rushed over in two or three steps, and waved the dagger in his hand at her.

The unique sharpness that only belongs to the blade of a cold weapon is as clear as instinct in Phil's perception. Facing the tip of the knife stabbing his heart, Phil immediately made a gesture to block the attack.

The metal knife tip cut through the air, and all movements seemed to be slowed down, but when Phil really started to turn his wrist, he realized that his movements were half a beat slower than his own thinking.

Although the particle cannon used as a melee weapon in his hand is very strong, it is also not light. The streamlined gun body weighing at least four kilograms cannot be wielded by Gracefield's body like an arm. In the final analysis-it is still power lack of.

clang!

But Phil, who had already acted in advance, managed to block the deadly stab of the man in black. The force transmitted from it was so shocking that his arm was so numb that he almost couldn't hold the barrel of the gun. .

Phil said something was wrong in his heart, and the man in black didn't seem to expect that the human girl could keep up with his speed of melee assassination, but he couldn't be distracted in the melee hand-to-hand combat. Afterwards, there was no intention of giving Phil a little room to breathe.

I can't fight recklessly... With my current strength, I can't even wield the weapon in my hand flexibly, I can only dodge...

Fortunately, this body's agility is passable.Phil spotted the man in black's shoulder and elbow movements and dodged several of his fatal swings.

Once, the guy almost cut off his ears with a knife, but fortunately, he just shaved off a little hair from the sideburns... It was a risk and a risk.

At the moment when the opponent was about to close the knife after the continuous attack, Phil found an opportunity to swing the fire stick in his hand and hit him hard on the shoulder.

Snapped!

The metal gun body hit the man in black's shoulder impartially, but the previous tricks that could instantly cripple an arm just knocked him back and let out a cry of pain.

"Well, miss, you hit really hard, it hurts a lot!"

Damn, this could have cost you a hand!

Phil pursed his lips tightly and didn't answer, but just stepped back and opened the distance from him again.

The man in black rubbed his sore shoulder, moved his lower arm and found that there was nothing serious other than the pain, so he raised his knife again and approached Phil.

Fatigue and hunger are constantly eroding Phil's current physical state. Up to now, she has not had a drop of water in her body, she just feels that her throat is about to catch fire, and the arm holding the cold gun barrel is trembling uncontrollably.

Trying his best to control his breathing, Phil could only pray for a chance to escape, relying on his familiarity with the city's dark alleys and roads to throw off the enemy, otherwise it would not be a wise choice to continue fighting him head-on.

Unexpectedly, I, the majestic swordsman, H.L., the black-haired and white-sworded god of death who made all the evil forces fearful, would be forced to run away by a third-rate killer... What a turn of events!

But the thrill of tying your life to your belt like now, as if holding hands with Uncle Death and dancing together, is much more exciting than the invincible days like Kaihang before!

Think of this as the highest difficulty game with only one chance to pass the level!

Gracefield could clearly feel the constant beating of his heart in his chest, pumping blood to the whole body, and the feeling brought to him by the constant secretion of adrenaline, so he couldn't help but think so.

"But it's all over here, go to hell!"

The man in black rushed up again, but this time he didn't swing the dagger first, but quickly stretched out his other hand, grabbing Phil's hair, so that she couldn't be like a loach like before. Hiding back and forth under the attack, he raised the dagger and stabbed towards Phil's heart.

"What! No!"

This dog doesn't talk about Wude!

Human hair is actually very tough, and it is impossible for Phil to break out of control in a short time by relying on his tired and hungry physical strength when he is grabbed by the other party like this.

But life and death are only decided in a split second. Other people might protect their hair because of subconscious pain, but Phil obviously won't do so.

Pain was already as ordinary as drinking water to her, and now she could only think about how to survive this seemingly fatal situation.

The other party had already put aside moral restraint and adopted the most indecent method to kill himself, so it can't be blamed for Miss Phil's disregard for benevolence and righteousness...

True secret technique!It will make you unable to get out of bed within seven days. The world's invincible teasing feet!

Snapped!

To be honest, if the other party didn't talk about martial arts first, Phil would not want to use this kind of nirvana on him that can make his phantom limb hurt.

Really, that hurts too much... Even with the medical technology in HL, if the force method is correct, you will have to use artificial prostheses to replace the original ones to support your sexual life for the rest of your life.

The sound of cracking eggs sounded from his crotch, accompanied by a violent trembling of the man in black as if he was suddenly electrocuted, the dagger that stabbed Phil in the chest and the hand that grabbed her hair The son lost his strength.

"Ow!!"

It made those who heard it sad, and those who saw it shed tears. The miserable howling that could almost make the roosters in a radius of ten miles quarrel and crow on the spot broke through the long and painful night of Hershalemz Rot.

"Sorry, I have to..."

With a pityful look, he took one last look at the painful figure who was huddled on the ground, covering her legs and unable to breathe. Phil dropped the fire poker in his hand and ran away. In the blink of an eye, her petite figure disappeared around the corner.

in the dark alley.

The shrill siren sounded as promised, and the blue and red police lights flashed, completely tearing up the silent night of this street.

The first thing the police officers who ran down from the police car saw was the convenience store with shattered glass, in which lay an alien whose head was shattered, and a black figure who was shrinking on the ground and kept screaming. .

Of course, there is also the individual particle accelerator on the ground... that thing is a big killer, they had to control the man in black on the street outside the door immediately, and put him on the police car .

"What happened, are you a victim? Answer my question!" Police officer Danielle Low pressed the guy lying on the hood and asked him.

Look at his painful appearance...snot and tears are running down his face, his lips are white, his whole body is shaking like chaff, and he keeps talking nonsense with his thighs between his legs, Daniel saw his first At a glance, he was substituted into the ranks of victims, without realizing that the person in front of him was the murderer of the convenience store clerk.

It wasn't until another investigator picked up the black pistol on the ground and found consistent traces of gunpowder on his hand, and the rapid ballistic comparison evidence also pointed to the man in front of him, that Daniel had no choice but to believe the crying man. The guy who looks like a girl is the culprit behind the robbery of this convenience store.

So the question is, who made him into what he is now?

Daniel, who was checking the man in black's injury, couldn't help but feel his crotch go cold after seeing the tragic situation between his legs, and countless questions lingered in his mind.

Is this an act of righteousness?

Speaking of which, in this city, there are still guys who can stand up for righteousness...

Walking into the convenience store, Daniel picked up the 1 Zell coin on the counter and stared at the expired bento that was stained with a lot of blood and brains, with an indescribably complicated expression.

And Phil, who hid in the depths of the alley, could finally lean against the wall to take a breath, listening to the sirens not far away, knowing that she couldn't explain clearly, she didn't want to touch this trouble, in case the group of cops gave her If you are charged with this crime, you will lose more than you gain if you go to jail.

Phil, who gradually calmed down his breathing, was suddenly attracted by the movement coming from the opposite garbage dump. After looking closely, he found that a guy in ragged clothes was lying in it, and he kept humming something that he couldn't hear clearly. words come.

Phil, who had no curiosity about such things, immediately wanted to get up and leave, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the scarlet eyes that suddenly opened and looked at him.

"Blood....."

A chill more piercing than this winter's cold wind penetrated Phil's collar all over his body, and she, who was all too familiar with this look, felt despair from the bottom of her heart.

It was a blond-haired woman. Although one arm was completely gone, the wriggling granulation on the wound was slowly growing at an imperceptible speed. Gracefell knew that she was even without a mirror. what.

"Family of the Blood World..."

Chapter 162 is about to be squeezed dry

Now Gracefell's situation can't be worse. After fighting and escaping with the man in black in the convenience store, she has exhausted almost all her strength. Now even the act of propping herself up against the wall It will make Phil's hands go weak.

There was a burning sensation in his stomach, which kept protesting from hunger. Under the watchful eyes of the blood family members in front of him, Phil seemed to have no capital to escape. He was just a blood bag delivered to the mouths of the blood family members.

And the vampire in front of him didn't hesitate at all, and rushed straight at Phil!

A huge force that ordinary people can't resist came from the arms of the blood family members, and Phil was slammed into the wall.

Before he even had time to shout, the blond vampire in front of him showed a pair of sharp hollow fangs, biting towards his neck.

The sharp teeth pierced Phil's skin without hindrance, and then an indescribable coldness radiated to the whole body at the speed of light along the wound, and strength and blood were sucked out of her body like running water.

The seriously injured family members of the blood realm were very greedy, and they didn't even intend to stop halfway to treat Phil as a ration for the future, and they were about to suck up all her blood in one go.

The consciousness in Phil's brain disappeared as quickly as if it was sucked out together with the blood, and she roughly guessed the reason for the injury of this blood family member.

【BB-8】

This may be the level 8 blood family member who appeared nearby and was bumped into by Stephen, and the ice slag on the broken arm that has not been completely cleaned can also illustrate this point.

Damn it, sure enough Stephen alone couldn't stop her from escaping, so Klaus was notified.

But how did this guy get near the hotel!

The time left for myself to think is probably less than 1 minute. Phil's only thought now is to survive!

If you cannot complete this side mission, you will not be able to obtain special access rights in the small garden, nor can you obtain rewards that bind your identity... Then you need to rely on this identity and access rights to retain the plan of retaining the memories of your companions in NoName. It’s completely impossible to implement!

You can't die... yourself, absolutely can't die!At least, not here...

With the last of his will, Phil kicked and beat the blood family member in front of him, trying to stop her from draining her own blood, pulling her hair, scratching her face, and eyes.

But even if she

No matter how much she resisted, she couldn't break free from the control of the Blood Realm Familiar. The pair of sharp fangs were still firmly clasped around her neck without shaking at all, and the flesh wounds she had scratched by him recovered in the blink of an eye.

His own strength is getting weaker and weaker, while the blood family members are getting stronger and stronger. Even with the passage of time, the severed left arm of the blood family members has begun to regenerate at an accelerated rate, and even the palm has grown again.

......

The hand that tore off a few strands of blood family member's hair also lost its last strength, and Phil's breathing began to gradually weaken.

So that's the case...So this is the feeling when the blood is drained little by little by the family members of the blood world, and there is no resistance to meet death?

There is really no humanity at all, except despair or despair.No wonder the Yahuns will fight to the end with them, until they die.

No wonder Klaus would say... hate, pardon, and give up when sealing every family member of the blood world. Our atrocities are all to protect the human world.

That's not a line said at all for the sake of being handsome.

The seemingly prosperous human world was invaded by the Blood Realm Families. If the Yakari hadn't had the consciousness to fight with their lives...

The so-called world status of human beings as the overlord is really about to collapse at the touch of a finger.

It seemed that the miracle would never happen again, and the white light that made Phil feel dazzling began to block his vision, and it became more and more dazzling as his consciousness gradually blurred.

Staring at the golden hair of the blood family members torn off between his fingers, Phil thought of the girl with the same beautiful long golden hair.She is still in this city four years later, waiting for her to go back, right?

"Isabella..."

It seemed to be the last sigh at the dying moment, Phil called her name softly, slowly closed his eyes, and was irresistibly engulfed by the darkness.

But the blood family member who also heard the name suddenly trembled slightly, and suddenly stopped the action of sucking blood as if recalling something, and propped himself up from the dying Phil.

"What did you say?" She stared at the unconscious girl in front of her in shock.

"Hey, wake up, what did you say? You said 'Isabella' right! Hey!"

She shook Phil, who was limp, trying to wake her up like this, but it was obviously impossible.

Harsh noises rang in his mind, and the scattered memories eroded by the blood transformation ceremony were gradually pulled together with the name in the mouth of this strange human girl.

Isabella... who is it?

A touch of gold and azure blue appeared in the chaotic mind. It was the same beautiful golden long hair as himself, and the azure blue eyes like the ocean.

"Mom." She called to herself.

"Mom? Who am I? Who am I?!" The blond blood family member shook the unconscious girl in front of him as if he had gone mad, trying to get the answer from her.

His left arm has been completely regenerated, and the blood family member stared at the unconscious girl in front of him, as if determined to get the answer he wanted from her mouth, and bit her fair neck soaked in bright red again.

But this time, instead of absorbing her life like a candle in the wind, he reinjected his huge bloodline vitality back into her body through the blood infected by the operation.

It didn't matter that a crude transformation that wasn't exactly a ritual for Ben might have killed her a few days later.

The blood family members only want to get the answer after that name.

Gracefell's consciousness returned to his mind along with the hunger, thirst and heat that spread from his heart to his whole body.

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