Sebirus returned to his position, three steps away from Nalan Twilight, facing each other.

A drop of blood, dripping from the tip of Sebirus' chin. It rolled in circles on the scorching earth, stained with ashes from the grass and trees, and became a ball of ash, and then quickly evaporated into a puff of white smoke and went away with the wind.

"I didn't expect to be hurt so badly. ”

Sebirus said and glanced at the silver-haired girl behind Nalan Twilight again.

"Because there are three of your enemies. ”

Nalan said what Sebirus thought generously, and he was not ashamed of it.

Vampires, whether they are "born", "exist" themselves, carry bloody original sin. Every vampire realizes this when they become a vampire and keeps it in mind. As a result, no vampire will put himself on the side of justice and morality.

Whatever the method, as long as it can win, it is a good way, even if it seems a little mean. Both are evil spirits, whether they are high or low, and both sides agree with this.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me, Sebirus?"

Nalan said, glancing at Sebirus's injuries: except for the severed hand, which would not come back for a while, there was hardly any obvious damage anywhere else. He thought back to the part he had just done, where he had pressed Sebirus and tried to count the number of punches, but failed—it was too many to count.

I have to say that he is worthy of the old guy who has survived from the primeval era, and he is as hard as a stubborn stone. However, even if it looks fine on the outside, what about the inside?

The breeze of the night flowed into Nalan Twilight's nostrils, and he smelled the grass under his feet, the bamboo forest in the distance, the flowing water nearby, the smoke in front of him, and, mixed with, something very familiar.

That's the smell of "death is coming".

"You'll be dead in five minutes," he said, raising his left hand and pointing his index finger at the tip of Sebirus' nose. ”

Sebirus didn't reply, just silently raised his fist and struck Nalan Twilight in the head.

An empty swing.

When he raised his head again, Nalan Twilight, and the two behind him, were already standing ten meters away.

"Come on," Nalan twilight hooked his finger at him, a rather provocative smirk on his face, "I'll give you another chance, let's try it!"

Sebirus looked at Nalan Yu's smiling face, but still didn't say a word. His corpse-white, bloodless face, wrinkled like the folds of bark, did not move at all, and there was not the slightest hint of anger or agitation, nor could it be judged whether he was in pain. In other words......

Does this guy really have a sense of pain, and emotions or anything like that?

Nalan put a question mark at the end of the question, but in fact, he didn't think it was. Sebirus was nothing more than a humanoid machine, consistently carrying out the programs his maker had written for him until his death.

Sebirus stepped forward again, running, accelerating, galloping, and at a speed that Nalan suspected was even faster than when he had not been affected by Catherine's abilities. Nalan Twilight turned his head and glanced at Catherine standing behind him, who happened to look up at him and sent him a message with her eyes:

I did my best, and I didn't put any water, but God knows what this guy ate and grew up, and it didn't work at all.

Nalan shook her head helplessly, and snapped her fingers the moment before she was touched by Sebirus. So, the three of them teleported once more, appearing ten meters behind Sebirus, in other words, they returned to where they had been.

"Come on!" Nalan turned around and clapped at Sebirus, who was facing away from him, but his voice didn't show any excitement, "Work harder, you can do it......!"

Sebirus' left shoulder shrugged, no, it was more like an uncontrollable shudder than a shrug. Immediately afterward, Nalan watched as Sebirus's shoulder, along with his entire left arm, slipped off his body. The moment it collided with the ground, the arm broke into three, and then shattered into several pieces. Wisps of gray debris floated out of the broken sections of the limbs, looking like the ashes left over from the complete incineration of paper. A gust of wind swept by, and the pieces scattered into snowflake ash and swirled.

"I know," Nalan muttered, "the price this guy has to pay to maintain his speed and strength in Kate's incapacitation field is definitely not small." ”

Sebirus turned around, straightened his back, and faced Nalan Twilight, still unchanged. Nalan saw that the skin on his face was cracked and peeled off like an old wall. Beneath his skin was charcoal, charcoal, which had been burned and was about to be extinguished.

"It's actually ......," Yanhua covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes widened and he gasped, "He actually burned himself to gain extra energy, and used it to resist Miss Catherine's abilities." But why ......"

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Is this really necessary?" Yan Hua thought.

What kind of powerful obsession drove him, even if he sacrificed himself, to fight to the end in this battle with no chance of winning. What is this man fighting for, what does he want, and what can he get?

"Smack"

Another heavy step, stepping on the grass, and in an instant, the grass beneath Sebirus' feet was a little spark of ashes, just like his own body. For the first time tonight, Sebiruth's body was shaky and unsteady, and he was like a dying patient, hobbling through the last leg of his life. The burnt muscles and highly carbonized bones were clearly not enough to support his body. What drives him forward is a strong will, and nothing else.

But will can't change reality after all. He is a candle in the wind, and his death is fully revealed.

"Stop. Nalan said, "You and I are ten steps apart, and towards death, you only need to take nine more steps." You know what I mean, stop, Sebirus, this battle is over. ”

There was only the last faint glimmer of fire left in Sebirus's eyes, and he lingered, and he was extinguished from time to time. He stared at Nalan Twilight's bright eyes reflecting the light of the red moon with his dying eyes, and then took another step forward.

With that, he only had eight steps left to go.

"You, what, don't understand ......"

He said, taking another step.

There are seven steps left.

"I have never feared death......

Six steps.

"I've lived long enough......"

Five steps.

"Even if he was taken away by death, there was not a word of complaint. ”

Four steps.

"What I am afraid of is to disappoint the Lord, the Great True Ancestor, Lord Sheila. ”

Three steps.

"Single, I'm just ...... Lonely ghosts, only driven by Lord Sheila, can gain true value. ”

Two steps.

"I was born for her, and I will ...... Die for her, beyond that...... No more ...... ...... requested"

One-step.

Life and death, success or failure, one step away. Sebirus raised his arm, trembling, and reached for Naran's forehead. At the same time, the flame in his eyes was extinguished.

Zero.

Nalan Twilight pressed his left hand against Sebirus's chest, and a storm erupted, blowing away the burned body with only ashes remaining. It looked like a crumbling snowman had been toppled down, and the gray snow covered the ground, covering the charred black ground that Sebirus had walked on in his lifetime.

"Life falls in flames and will be born in flames. The flowers and plants on the scorched earth always grow very fast, thanks to the blood and ashes of you victims. ”

Nalan Twilight raised his head and looked at the Eternal Pavilion, which had completely collapsed and was burning, and spat out a Latin sentence from his mouth:

"Morituri Te Salutant (To the dead pay tribute to you). ”

"Let's go, Yanhua and Kate. He waved his severed right arm, "The final trial awaits us." ”