In the blink of an eye, the sound had suddenly appeared above his head, and the sound wave was like a heavy hammer with the high-speed advancement of the other party, directly smashing on the terrace.

Oleg's people are much faster than the clouds.

A false shot, that's just a trick.

Soldiers are not tired of deceit, especially in the country of Manda.

Rumble!

The power was several times more violent than what Ian had just seen, and it was as if he had been torn apart into two worlds in front of and behind him, protected by a barrier that was faster than Nemesis' movements.

The smoke cleared, and Ian saw the Silent Six Pages and the real Oleg, surrounding the Bloodclan one after the other.

Even if someone helped cover the trail, it was only a matter of time before Ian was found.

However, the Blood, known as Ficher, didn't seem to have expected the other party to come so quickly.

"Oleg ......," he squeezed the sentence out of his teeth, his focus no longer on Ian.

"Hudruman, you lean back, you can't participate in this kind of battle. Six Pages of Silence, hovering behind Ficher, poked out his head and shouted to Ian.

And the blood clan in front of Ian also glanced sideways, and wiped his right hand on his face, and half of his face became the appearance of the chef in Ian's memory.

"Why didn't you just show up like that?" Ian asked slowly, stepping back.

"I'm not sure if you're real or not, and if the mage is holding you hostage. Oleg, who took off his wide hat, revealed his waist-length black hair, and there was a touch of red in his eyes: "Master Xiudruman, I haven't seen you for so long, you are still so stupid." ”

Tut. Ian gritted his teeth and squeezed out a disdain, and then stepped back with Nemesis and the others, watching the fire from the other side.

This inhuman battle seems to be rare in a century.

"Did you bring a helper with you this time?" Ficher didn't seem to be very proficient in magic, and instead of levitating in mid-air like the two of them, he stood on a broken pillar and asked Silent Six Pages, "Who are you?"

"Black Tower, six pages of silence. ”

"The people of the Black Tower, boring. Oleg, that's why you think you can defeat me?" his gaze fell on the blue light on Oleg's right hand: "Just those fancy ...... Spells?"

"You won't say that if you lose. Before the words fell, Oleg's figure disappeared in an instant. Between the lightning and the fire, the two people have collided together.

The Bloods are naturally extremely physically strong, and their fights are basically hand-to-hand. But in the centuries-old battle between Oleg and Ficher, another trick has already been played.

Ficher wielded a life-length blood-colored scimitar, and Oleg was bare-handed, a blue spell glowing with his bare hands.

But just as Oleg's fist touched the opponent, the distinct flesh and blood suddenly spread out into a ball, and Ficher strode back three steps, and the bat reformed his right arm, intact.

Every part of his body seems to have this means of escaping.

This is the origin spell that belongs to Ficher, and because of this, he can mix in the top three in the vampire guild.

"Age is the greatest weapon of the blood clan, Oleg, you were born four hundred years later than me, you can't beat me. What we fight for is absolute strength and speed, not the spiritual power that is difficult to condense in the Black Tower. As he said this, the scimitar in his hand waved casually, and he dispersed the attack spell that had been silent for six pages behind him.

As he said, with absolute reaction speed and power, the spirit spell is just a form of power.

"Ficher, I never thought what you said was right. It's just that when you sit in this position, everyone, and all the bloods, think that what you say is right. Oleg took an offensive stance again, only this time, Six Page noticed that the blue light between his fingers was gone.

But the spiritual power is still there.

The realm in which they fought also contained extremely powerful spiritual power. And these spiritual powers are also locked by some charms, like hounds ready to attack, aimed at Ficher in the center.

Perhaps Ficher could sense the anomalies around him, and he seemed to be planning to escape.

But Oleg moved faster than he did.

His breath seemed to swallow heaven and earth, blood overflowed from his skin, and a huge amount of energy began to gather in his body.

"Oleg! You're crazy! You've forgotten we're ......" Ficher, who wanted to escape, turned around in a hurry, but his attention had drifted away a little from fear.

Turning his whole body into a bat may only take 0.01 seconds, a blink of an eye.

But as he said, the victory or defeat between the bloodlines lies in the insurmountable gap in speed and strength.

Today, two thousand years later, Ficher, as the three ancestors of the Blood Clan Guild, finally feels a trace of danger.

For the first time, he hasn't had time to think about why. Originally, it was just an attempt to deceive Ian IV, and it was not illegal to deceive people, and Oleg had no reason to fight with himself.

But he didn't have time to think about what other people were like.

At this moment, of all the people present, only the silent six pages could barely see what was happening.

Oleg did withdraw the spiritual power scattered throughout his body, which allowed him to focus more on launching a fierce charge. The short knife in his hand was erected in front of him, and the whole person was like a sharp sword.

At the moment of Ficher's words, Oleg began to squat.

Then, without any fancy rushes, he rushed over.

Immediately after, the figure he rushed over was like a hand holding the thread, and all the cages that trapped the spirit spell turned into speakers that amplified the spiritual power, as if Oleg had torn open the curtain with one hand, and hundreds of state-of-the-art electromagnetic railguns were aimed at Ficher.

All the moves just now were to pave the way for this blow.

Based on physical fitness alone, there is no such thing as foreshadowing.

It is equivalent to Oleg exerting all his own strength, and at the same time laying out a killing array composed of hundreds of seventh-order attack spirit spells.

Are these enough to defeat Ficher?

Rumble!

This time, Ian and Silent Six Pages, who were watching the battle, were directly swept to the ground by this shockwave.

The original exquisite small villa is now gone, and only a big pit remains.

Ian felt himself being held and his little head buzzed, and it took a long time for him to recover.

When he climbed out of Nemesis's arms, he was surprised to find that he was the least injured. It wasn't Oleg's charge that caused the most damage, but the spell killing array he had laid. Many of the spells lost their alignment after his charge and began to explode uncontrollably.

From a long distance, he saw Oleg struggling to get up from the ground. His clothes were in tatters, and the short knife in his hand had been shattered into a cloud of crumbs. And his face, which was covered in deep wounds, as if someone had split his head in half with a knife, and was now covered in blood.

"Don't ...... Leave me alone, Hudruman, Ficher isn't dead...... He didn't die that easily...... You go...... Go and kill him. ”

"Hey, don't push this on me, what am I going to kill!" Ian looked around, and Silent Six Pages was also struggling to get up, but it seemed that he was not lightly injured.

As a result, Oleg gently patted the piano case on Ian's back.

"Damn, I forgot about watching you immortals fight. Ian quickly removed the case, and the action engraved in the depths of his memory was awakened by him, and a sniper rifle was quickly assembled by him.

While loading his bullets and adjusting the camera, Ian stood up and looked around for Fischer's traces.

Oleg said that he was not dead, so he should not be dead.

"There...... I feel something...... there" Passing by the side of Silent Six Pages, he half-crouched and pointed him in the right direction with a trembling hand.

There, on the edge of the shock wave, the forest is still well preserved.

There were just a few bats, waddling through the mud. Each bat seems to have been hit, and the smell of blood is thick all the way, and it is easy to track.

But at the moment when Ian raised the gun, another figure suddenly appeared in view.

It was the old man who brought them here.

"Mr. Ficher...... "Instead of glancing at Ian, Mr. Fischer ...... crouched down and muttered to himself as he held the bats as if he were his own child."

Then, without looking back, he ran in the opposite direction.

But it is clear that he is just an ordinary person.

An ordinary old man.

Ficher had far more servants than him, but he was the only one who rushed in front of him in the end.

After a moment of silence, Ian put his right eye back in front of the scope.

Bang.

It was the first time he had shot in this world, and it reminded him of the night he walked out of the House of Lords and nearly got shot by a sniper bullet.

Shooting, that's probably the result. Ian didn't look at the blood bubbles that burst out of the air, the old man's blood was sticky and smelly, he stood in front of the old man's body, his head was gone, and no one could come back to life.

But what about Ficher?

Suddenly a sizzling sound came from the corpse, and Ian raised the gun again, and a bat suddenly burst out of the old man's corpse. Ian saw its fangs and claws, and its devilish face.

When Ian knocked the bat to the ground, he broke it into a ball of flesh with his gun.

Only then did he realize that the old man's body had almost been devoured, leaving only some internal organs, and all the blood had strangely disappeared into the grass.

Looking up again, several bats flapped their wings and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

He walked back to the big pit, and almost everyone had slowly recovered. They stared at Ian as he came out of the forest, their eyes each with different emotions.

"Let him run. Ian spread his hands.

"How did you run?" Oleg asked first.

"His bat has eaten an old minion. ”

"Aha~ This is like his style. Oleg lay on the mud and spread his limbs: "But I still won." He couldn't recover, and soon, I would be able to rightfully sit at the top of the Blood Clan's guild. ”

Ian and Silent Six Page glanced at each other and grimaced bitterly.

"So...... Mr. Oleg ...... I'm here, what are you going to do?"