(Thank you for the monthly pass that you can take!Thank you!Hmph,Vote for yourself.,I'm so undisciplined!)

"Don't panic, look at me!"

The caster roared in the banquet hall, but the projectile he unleashed had no effect on the bat, and the giant bat shattered the missile with a flap of its wings. It then circled to the caster's side, opened its canine-sharp beak, and bit down on the man's neck.

In a few moments, the caster collapsed to the ground in convulsions. The bat landed on the ground and transformed into a pale, feminine and cruel man.

It wasn't a vampire bat at all, it was one of the top beings among the undead—the Bloodline!

After realizing the true nature of the bats, fear began to spread like the most terrible disease at an alarming rate. The ladies screamed loudly, the men ran for their way, and except for a few men of real courage who resisted sporadically, the rest were infected by fear and confusion, and became headless and chaotic ants, scattering for their lives in the venue.

Vampires in human form play a nasty game, appearing from the sky in front of a person who is about to flee to the window, scaring the panicked people into turning around and running, and then using their speed to get ahead of each other, causing them to stand on end again. After a few times, the person who was being played with was exhausted, lost his soul, and collapsed to the ground with sore limbs.

Even if the lucky ones occasionally escape to the window, the invisible enchantment force field will be blocked in the window. After desperately slapping and attacking the barrier to no avail, it collapsed to the ground like a balloon draining the air, looking completely desperate.

And the Bloods seem to enjoy this despair and fear, sniffing greedily at the taste of fear, and happily playing with the desperate people. As Villerit said –

"The real dinner has begun, Mr. Leonard. In the face of such confusion and despair, Villerett smiled gracefully.

"You don't look flustered at all. "I don't know if it's because Wellett is on her side, Charlotte hasn't been attacked here.

"But you didn't panic at all. Willett licked her cute tiger teeth, "My sense of smell can't be wrong, Mr. Leonard, you have delicious blood in you!"

"Trust me, that's not for you. Charlotte revealed her identity, "Miss Bloodline of the Constellation, or should I call you proud Gloria?"

Villeret's face changed, no longer with that elegant smile, but asked with a grim face, "Where did you hear about this name?"

"Looks like you're not Gloria. Charlotte immediately understood.

If she were Gloria, she should have quickly thought of her provocative message, but she didn't, and asked Charlotte in a wary manner. But whether Gloria is a name or an organization, Charlotte has found the right owner.

Judging by Willett's reaction, she definitely has a lot to do with Gloria.

Thinking in an instant, just as Charlotte came to a conclusion, Villette sneered, "Even if I ask you, it seems that you don't intend to answer." It doesn't matter, when you become my blood servant, you will naturally fall on your knees crying and begging me for answers. ”

"I don't think so. ”

The two exchanged words, and their hands were not idle. Violet went from static to extremely moving, a sense of inversion that made people vomit blood, and her fighting style was different from the rest of the fighters Charlotte had ever seen, she was agile, lightning-fast, and most importantly, the so-called gravity, inertia, and the like seemed to be completely ineffective in her.

Almost instantly, Willett, who had just been talking in a glass of red wine, crossed a short distance to Charlotte, and not only that, but she also hovered strangely to Charlotte's left, and waved at Charlotte's neck in a way that ordinary people would never have done and violated the laws of physics.

"Didn't your initiation teacher tell you? "She's determined to win.

With a wave of her hand, a blood-colored blade poked out of her cuffs, faintly tinged with the scarlet sweetness of blood in the wind. If it were an ordinary mage, he would never be able to dodge the close attack of Willett.

But Charlotte was no ordinary mage.

"It's not a good idea. Charlotte retorted.

With a wave of his right hand, the half-sword at his waist stabbed obliquely into Willet's wrist, which was not lightning fast, but it was strangely accurate, and it looked as uncomfortable as Willett's own wrist stabbing Charlotte's sword.

Villet's face changed, she was just about to flip her wrist to dodge, but the sword in her hand was slightly tilted upwards as if she had predicted her movements, and now she couldn't avoid it anymore, and Violet was like a stupid rabbit she sent to the door, and was slashed by the tip of the sword.

As she did at the beginning of the attack, she instantly retreated in violation of the rules of physics, and her inertia failed in her, and her body maintained an attacking posture while retreating, without the process of ordinary people exerting force, which can undoubtedly shorten the time of attack and defense in the fierce battle. That's probably the power of her bloodline.

This time, Charlotte's half-hand sword had the effect of bleeding, but Willett stepped back five meters, and the wound on her wrist did not shed a drop of blood, but squirmed and repaired it at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the wound healed, and it seemed that the magic of the half-sword in her hand had no effect on her.

"Are you a warrior?" said Villette, with the annoyance of being deceived.

"It really deserves to be the oldest undead blood family. Charlotte replied as he stared at Violet's recovering wound and said something that made Violet inexplicable and frightened, "But it's an idiotic idea to distance yourself from the mage. ”

Charlotte flicked her left wrist and snapped her fingers loudly at the same time. The simplified casting gesture unleashed a powerful spell, and several vines made of shadows sprouted from the soles of Willett's feet, instantly winding fiercely around the Bloodclan Maiden.

Although the Vientiane Eye no longer has the absolute control over the Shadow Energy, it also retains a certain amount of power. This made Charlotte's mastery of illusion and shadow even more proficient, and according to Sylvia, almost to the level of her eight-ring years.

Mistaken for a warrior and caught off guard, Willett snorted, tangled in the shadow vines, her eyes widened and her eyes gradually turned into scarlet eyes with an unbelievable rage. But the next moment, Violet fought back with a non-inferior attitude.

"You think you'll trap me?"

The moment they met Charlotte's eyes, a dark red glint flashed in her scarlet pupils. In the next second, she turned into countless pocket bats and broke free from the entanglement of the vines. Bats flew all over Charlotte, each of them was Villette's real body, and each of them was a doppelganger, and if she wanted to be dealt with in this state, all the bats would have to be wiped out.

Willett, of course, would not give the strange man who looked like a warrior and a mage a chance, and even when she made eye contact with the strange man, she used the natural abilities of the Bloodclan to give him a hallucinatory hint. Since it is impossible to subjugate the enemy by brute force, it is normal to use other means.

As expected, the strange man who had been tricked into the illusion stabbed his sword at one of the bats, which in his eyes was Villette's true body.

Although I looked very good, I had to be defeated by noble Christian and become my blood servant.

Velette transforms into her true form and swings her Hidden Blade at the strange man who has been tricked by illusion and misjudged his target.

Qiang –

The violent sound of gold and iron rang in her ears, and Wellett woke up from a dream, her eyes wide as she looked at the half-sword in her hand. The sword was only a few inches away from his snow-white neck, and if it weren't for a bone blade the color of gold and iron that happened to block the sword, he was now afraid that he would be in a different place.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood clan did not have the function of sweat glands, the current Willett could only be described as drenched in cold sweat and like rain.

It turns out that it is not the weirdo who is dominated by illusion, but herself!

Because of misestimating Charlotte's ability, Willett made several big mistakes in a row. If she hadn't distanced herself in the first place, or had not used illusions to attack Charlotte, she would have been a formidable enemy. Because of the miscalculation of the situation, she almost died in just a few moves.

"You really don't pity the jade, don't you deceive such a beautiful woman, don't you feel a little ashamed of your iron-hearted heart?"

The woman's voice, what should I say? It wasn't loud anyway, and it didn't have any deliberately stiff technique to accentuate her tone, neither gentleness nor please. If you really want to describe it, it is the kind of pride that comes calmly from the bones.

"Let me guess who lies beneath your ordinary exterior. Moving Library, no, it should be Senluo, the Red Dragon Slayer, the most gifted mage ever in Icewind Castle, Master Charlotte Clayderman. ”

You don't even have to look back to guess who this proud voice is coming from.

"Proud Gloria!"