The door of the cage was open, and Flandoro sat inside, holding her sister's head in her arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoRemilia's limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the splattered blood stained Fran's brown linen dress red.

Nalan Twilight stared at her not far away, and only thought of one item in his heart:

Sponge.

Fran's body was like a dry sponge, hungry for all the blood she could touch. Soon, her skin became full and elastic again, her complexion returned to its former ruddyness, there was no trace of sickness, and the river of blood flowing on the ground gradually dried up.

On her back, a pair of crimson bats are sprouting and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pair of wings were like newborn butterfly wings, exuding the glow of blood-colored life, just like when her sister had just completed her "transformation". Rather, it was her sister's wings, and they weren't bad at all.

This does not bode well.

Vampires draw their power from blood, and of all types of blood, only the forbidden blood of their own clan gives them the greatest increase in strength. This was the reason why Nalan Yu had been hunting other vampires for many years, and it was also the reason why he didn't want to see this scene in front of him.

He remembered the miserable face of Flandrew when he first came down to the cellar. In fact, he has had similar experiences. If there is a vampire who is too strong to stop, the best solution is to drain his blood, which is like pulling out the minions of a beast, even if he has brute strength, he has no way to use it, but can only obediently.

Terrifyingly, the beast has now retrieved her fangs.

And this fang, which was created by Nalan Hui for her sister, is a unique murder weapon in the world.

"Sister...... You're finally back with me. ”

Fran gently stroked Remilia's head and brushed her hair with her fingers, a soft smile like a mother's face.

She combed and combed it, and hummed again. It was a nursery rhyme that was very popular in Eastern Europe, and Nalan had heard it many times after staying here for so long. At this time, Flandorow only had her sister in her eyes (or a human head), and Nalan on the side was as if she didn't exist.

Nalan Twilight stood still and observed for a while, and when she saw that she was still sitting there motionless, she decided to take the initiative. His attack was very simple: first, he tried to go around to Flan without alarming her.

And then he died.

Nalan saw as his two arms broke apart and rolled to the ground along with the rest of his body. He was like a doll stacked with blocks, gently pushed by some invisible hand, and it fell apart.

And all Fran did was raise her head, look at him, and then stretch out a small immature hand, one, a hold, and bang!

Game over.

"Too ...... Easy, so easy......"

Nalan Twilight's head fell to the forefront, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and puzzlement.

"How is this possible, how can she beat me so easily!"

He had lived for more than 700 years and had never seen anything like this. No weird magic, no dazzling punches and kicks, not even direct contact, just a look, a child's play, can kill him.

"Wait a minute...... Eyes?"

In this desperate situation where it was completely impossible to see any hope, Nalan Twilight's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He remembered what he had seen before he was put down, the look in Flandro's eyes.

If there's one part that hasn't changed in the slightest, it's her eyes. The rest of her body was moistened by blood, and all of them were radiant, but the pair of eyes, which never had a trace of anger, were like glass bead eyeballs on the head of a doll, beautiful and beautiful, and after looking at them for a long time, people would be frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

At the last moment, in the lifeless pair of red eyes, Nalan Twilight saw something.

That's a mirror image of himself.

As the strongest of the vampires, his eyesight is quite good, too good to be true. So even from a distance, he could clearly see the image of his posture on the other person's cornea.

Thanks to this powerful vision, if there was something in the mirror image that he didn't have in his body, he could detect it immediately.

And in Furan's eyes, in addition to his own posture, Nalan also saw the "dot".

Numerous red dots fell unevenly on his joints, torso, and skull. When Fran clenched her fists, the dots in her eyes disappeared at the same time.

Then, Nalan Twilight's body shattered.

"I see!" he cried out in his heart, "this guy's ability is not activated by his hands, but by his eyes, and it is his eyes!"

"There is still a fight to be fought, and if it must be 'visible' before 'destruction' can be carried out, then I still have to fight! This battle is far from over!"

His heart once again ignited his fighting spirit.

Unlike Remilia, Nalan was not immediately blood-sucked after being pinched into a pile of minced flesh, which meant that there was still blood left in his broken limbs.

As long as there is blood, he has the strength to fight.

"Hey, young lady over there!" Nalan yelled, "This way, look at this side, there's something good!"

When Flandoro heard this, she was obviously taken aback, and a little unresponsive. She didn't understand why a dead man's head had the courage to provoke her, but she glanced this way anyway.

It was this unconscious glance that completely buried the good situation, making Nalan Twilight push her into the abyss in turn.

As soon as Fran turned his face, he saw two beams of blood rushing out of the pile of broken corpses. The next moment, all that was left in front of her eyes was red.

“Nice！”

Nalan Twilight yelled excitedly - by this point, he had already won half of the victory.

An unbearable burning pain came from his eyes, gradually spreading to the entire head of Fran. She let out a scream, covered her face with her hands, and curled up. Now, there was not even red left in front of her eyes, only pitch black.

She was blind.

Nalan Twilight's blood condensed into countless nails under her nose and pierced deep into hers, mashing her eyeballs into a pulp.

Now, a great opportunity has finally come to Nalan Twilight. Considering the vampire's self-regeneration rate, he doesn't have much time, at best about half a minute, but that's enough.

Under Nalan Twilight's orders, crimson blood gushed out of the fragments of his body, connecting with each other. Threading needles and leads, the pile of minced meat pieces that can't even be seen in their original shape, relying on the strings and traction of this thread of blood, they forcibly rebuilt a pair of bodies that were dilapidated but could also be called complete.

From the time the first "puzzle" piece was picked up, to the time he picked up his head and put it back on his neck, it didn't take more than ten seconds before and after, as fast as if he was in a dream. At this time, Fran was still squatting there rubbing her eyes, ignorant of the state of the enemy.

It was only now that Nalan Twilight's advantages as an older vampire were fully manifested.

"Imp, now is not the time to lick your wounds!"

Nalan stretched out his right hand forward, in a virtual grip. I saw a red light in front of him, and when the light dissipated, a crimson spear as fine as a work of art lay quietly in his hand, as loyal as an old dog guarding the house.

"Gungnir's spear!" he shouted, and rushed forward with his spear in hand.

Although his physical condition was very bad, with the spear in hand, the charge of the vampire who only had half a life left seemed unstoppable.

Flandoro is young, and she still has the fighting instinct of a vampire. Even though she lost her vision, the sound of the wind on both sides and the oncoming wind pressure were enough to make her aware of the danger.

So she hurriedly spread her wings and tried to escape.

But she ignored two issues.

For one, she was still in the cage, and there was no room to spread her wings or escape.

Second, her opponent won't give her a chance to escape.

Nalan rushed to Flandrew's approach and flew her with the tip of her gun, along with the cage she was in. Fran spat out a mouthful of blood, was pressed against the railing of the cage with the force, and flew backwards with the cage until it hit the cellar wall, and finally stopped.

With a loud "boom", small earthquake-level tremors spread throughout the building. The torches on the wall were shaken down and landed on Flandrew's back with unmistakable accuracy. Orange-red flames burned on her wings and clothes.

"Uh......h My wings!"

She screamed and burst out of the cage, rolling all over the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on her back before it could consume her whole.

The flames, which glow and radiate like the sun, are no less predators than the sun for vampires.

"Your wings?" Nalan Twilight walked over with a spear in his hand and said in a cold voice, "Those are the wings you stolen, and sooner or later they will have to be returned." ”

"Besides," he said, standing in front of Flandrew, raising his spear aloft, "you have to apologize to the owner of the wings!"

The voice fell with the tip of the gun, cutting off all sound.

Flandoro was pinned to the ground by Gungnier's spear, neither struggling nor screaming, letting the flames rage on her back, tearing her wings to shreds, leaving only a charred twig.

Remilia's body parts were scattered all over the place, and her fate was uncertain.

Nalan fell to his knees with a bang, his head hanging down, motionless. Blood poured out of his body, making him look like a strangely shaped fountain.

"It's over, Remy, it's over......" After a while, he finally opened his mouth and broke the silence, "everything is ...... It's over......"

In response to him, there was only a "crackling" fire that was burning brightly.