The battle has actually begun, and it has officially begun since a minute ago. However, the three of them never dared to act rashly, but they were just prepared, and they were on guard from a distance.

Sheila looked relaxed, her hands hanging at her sides, her skirt swaying lightly, and her ambiguous expression of half-smiling was unpredictable. However, the "power" released from her body, the "breath", and the ensuing "signal" that directly stimulated the most subtle and sensitive nerves of the three Nalan Twilight, only pressed them out of breath. The danger, the danger that makes people want to turn around and escape, is undisguised in front of the three of them.

It's not like the idea of attacking hasn't come to their minds. Yet every time they have thoughts of one kind or another, and when they look up and compare them with Sheila's figure, they always see their own death in amazement and clarity.

If you attack from the front, you will be crushed, if you attack from the side, you will be chopped, and if you sneak around the back, you will be scorched. They experimented with one tactic after another in their minds countless times, each time unlocking a new way to die, until their bodies began to experience phantom pain, and they gave up on these ideas. Sheila has not yet made a move, no matter how strong she is, she has not yet begun to show her strength, and the alarm from instinct is already deafening:

"No, you can't do that. While there's still a chance, run away, or ......"

"You're dead. ”

Seeing that the three of them were trapped by the illusion of death and did not dare to move, Sheila smiled lightly, took a step forward, and then bent down and grabbed a handful of white ash from the charred earth.

She sniffed the remaining ash in front of her nose, then reached forward, let go of her fingers, and tossed it into the hot air.

"Is this the end of my servant, Sebirus?"

Yes, that's right, the Second True Ancestor can't be wrong, and at this moment, the ash lying at her feet is the remnants of her servant, the "Cerberus" Sebirus, after it was burned out.

Forever Pavilion burned behind her, and she watched the pale ashes slowly fall, returning to the earth, her eyes glazed.

"I still remember the day he was 'born', when he fell down on one knee and pledged his allegiance to me. "I looked down into his eyes and knew that this man could be trusted." ”

"He has followed me for 10,000 years, never double-mindedly, and even in the most difficult times, when his peers usurped the leadership of the Bloodline, he stood firmly on my side. And when I finally retreated into darkness, he became the only servant by my side. ”

"And is this the end of him?"

Sheila slapped the dust that remained on her palm and exhaled lightly.

"The flames burned out, leaving only ashes. I have to say that this ending is really worthy of him. ”

In the tone, there was not a trace of sadness, nor a hint of approval, just a calm statement.

"It's a pity, but," Sheila's eyes turned to Nalan Twilight as soon as the conversation turned, "It's just the loss of a useful 'prop'." ”

She looked directly into Nalan Twilight's eyes, and that look, like a needle, pierced Nalan Twilight's soul.

"You know, Nalan, like you, Sebirus is a vampire I created. What I have paid for him is exactly equal to what I have paid for you, a drop of blood, do you know what that means?"

"I've completely recovered the value of his blood, and it's your turn next. ”

With that, Sheila vanished, leaving only a white afterimage that remained on Nalan's retina. When the smell of blood spread, Nalan looked back in amazement to find that Sheila had come behind him, and her fist had pierced Catherine's chest.

"I ...... Obviously ......"

Blood splattered, and Catherine's eyes were full of confusion.

"You've used your energy-wiping power, but why, I'm still able to touch you without hindrance?"

Sheila smiled and pulled her fist out of Catherine's body. The blood stained with her entire hand was absorbed into her skin, and the blood-red fist quickly turned white back to clean.

As soon as her legs went limp, Catherine sat down on her knees, her cold little hands trembling and touching her chest, and in the blurred vision, the blood on her hands clearly told her that this was reality. Her invincible wall, to put it mildly, was broken through like child's play, and she couldn't even hinder it a little.

This situation is different, this situation, she has never encountered before. Even if it is the ghost king Ibuki Sanka, relying on the strange power of the sky, he can't do this kind of thing. It's simply ...... It's like an ant holding a leaf and thinking it was indestructible, but being easily crushed by a human with a little finger. She began to feel that she and Sheila were not on the same level at all.

This is the True Ancestor, the legendary Bloodline.

"Miss Catherine!"

The closest to Catherine, Yanhua was obviously a little panicked, shouted, and stood up between Catherine and Sheila. Nalan Twilight didn't even have time to stop her, but she saw Sheila bounce her away with just one finger like an annoying fly. A big living person was bounced off by a finger, this kind of thing happened in front of him, Nalan Yu was really short of words for a while, and he didn't know how to evaluate it.

When he fights against Radu III, he always thinks of certain scenes from Naruto, and when he fights with Yuka, he unconsciously thinks of Frieza or Jeton. But in front of him, his brain, after receiving the visual signal, played back a cartoon that he used to like very much, and still loves, "Cat and Mouse".

He's Tom, Catherine is Jerry, Yanhua is the guinea pig who gets into trouble behind Jerry's ass, and Sheila is the neighbor's big dog.

It's not funny at all.

"Ahh

Watching the fireless Yanhua scream and fly away from him, a parabola was drawn in mid-air, and finally landed on several sharp broken bamboos, which were inserted into strings, dripping with blood, Nalan Yu's eyelids jumped twice, and he cursed in his heart:

"This unlucky thing that gave away people's heads!"

Sheila then lifted her leg and swept sideways at Catherine's head. Sheila's legs were beautiful, slender, rounded, and she wore semi-sheer white silk socks and smooth heels as white as ivory. To say how terrible the destructive power of such a delicate girl's legs can be, I'm afraid most people don't believe it. However, Nalan could imagine that if this leg went down, Catherine's head would inevitably be slammed by the club like a golf ball, and then she would leave the rack and fly away. Of course, he wouldn't let that happen right under his nose.

With one leg down, only to kick into the air, Sheila looked up and saw that Catherine had teleported several meters away. She turned around again and looked at the only person standing besides her, Nalan Twilight.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you kill her. "Unlike you, my companion, it's not a 'good prop.'" ”

"If you kill them in front of me, I'll be so angry that I can't control myself. ”

"Hehehe......"

Sheila smiled, her smile, Nalan Twilight still couldn't tell whether it was true or fake.

"Last time, you were like that. ”

As she spoke, she took a step forward, and Nalan took a step back accordingly.

Honestly, not good.

It's been tricked, it's cool, and Sheila's attention has been attracted to him. In this case, Nalan Hao thought about it carefully, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Because he's real, he can't beat Sheila.

"I walked down from the mountain of corpses, and you yelled at me, screaming and screaming. I couldn't understand your feelings at the time, but later, when I thought about it, I guessed...... Does my existence make you miserable?"

Hearing this, Nalan Yu was stunned for a moment, and then, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled.

"Hah......" he let out a sigh, "I ......"

How to say, how to answer this question? He brewed in his stomach for a while, organized the language well, and at last did not organize a fart, so he could only raise his head and answer frankly:

"Yes, every word you say, what you do, your very existence makes me miserable. You are the source of all the suffering of my life, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Hmm!" Sheila nodded, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, like an innocent little girl, "I am relieved to hear you say that." ”

"I, actually, have always had a dream. "It's about finding someone like you, who is brave, resilient, determined, who will face up to the top and never give up." I've always wanted to find someone like that and ......"

"Hurt him completely. ”

"I'll give you two or three punches!"

Nalan shouted loudly, rushed forward with his fist raised, and slammed it down on Sheila's face.

He didn't want to be angry, because he knew that in the face of the enemy, it was never a wise choice to act rashly. But, why, when he heard Sheila's last words, he was so angry that he could no longer control his fists.

He unleashed a left fist with a mana crystal, and the thick wind armor wrapped around his fist, expanding the impact of his punch by two turns, and the power increased exponentially. He wants to smash the beautiful face in front of him, he wants to see blood, and only the blood of the enemy can bring him inner peace.

"Have you forgotten who I am?"

The moment he punched, Sheila's voice followed the wind and entered his ears, and his hot heart began to shake all at once.

Then, he saw Sheila catch his fist with one hand, and with the strength of her wrist, she crushed the airflow armor outside, and her five fingers dug deep into his flesh like nails. He could feel a tremendous force that poured into his fist, flowing through his arm and into his body. He tried to fight it, but his pitifully weak arm, in the face of Sheila's strange force, was like a stream into the sea meeting the rising tide of the water, and could only be ruthlessly crushed, and then forcibly reversed course and went upriver to where he was.

Nalan Twilight knelt down on one knee, which was not his intention. The wrestling lasted only for a short moment, and then he lost his center of gravity and all the strength to keep the confrontation of this intensity going. It's a shame to say it, zero distance, hard to beat, pure strength competition, Nalan Twilight can't even fight with Sheila for a second, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's not that he is cowardly, he lacks fighting spirit, he really can't do it.

"Since you are a 'thing' created by my own hands, you should know me better. ”

Sheila muttered, pulling the five fingers out of Nalan Twilight's fist. Nalan Twilight's left arm hung limply, and the only thing he could do now was to kneel on the ground and look up to his creator, the Great Second True Ancestor, Sheila.

"Or are you too carried away by emotions to make a rational judgment?"

Sheila licked the blood that belonged to Nalan Twilight between her fingernails, like a gluttonous kitten. Nalan Twilight's lips were a little dry and a little pale, his Adam's apple moved up and down a few times, and then, only listening to this sentence in his throat:

"No...... Not really. ”

Hearing this, Sheila put down her hand, just caught a glimpse of the smile on Nalan Yu's face, full of confidence.

"Every choice I make is the result of rational judgment. And it is precisely because I know you that I know that there is no point in smashing your face or using my 'cutting' ability to cut you into pieces. It's a pleasure to do, but it's a waste of opportunity and it doesn't really kill you. ”

"In that case, Sheila, ask yourself, why do I throw punches at you when I know my fists won't work?"

Nalan tucked the corners of his mouth, raised his left hand, and raised the little finger of his left hand. On the second joint of that little finger is a very thin red thread that can be ignored if you are not careful. Seeing this, Sheila subconsciously raised the right hand that had just been fighting with Nalan Yu in front of her—the other end of the red line was wrapped around the second joint of her right little finger.

"I don't have to beat you with any strength, and it turns out I can't either, but as long as you reach out and take my non-threatening punch, I'm sure I'll win. ”

"The bloodline of fate connects you and me, from the beginning to the end, 1,200 years ago, and now. This is the connection of life, Sheila, you and I are going to share the same life, one in glory and one in loss. ”