"How dare you ——!"

With angry shouts, the white pillar of light dissipated, and Shinji finally had a chance to see the true face of the Dead Apostle King.

The first person who sees Otten Rochet will not think it is a vampire, but will think it is an angel.

Yes, Angel, it may be ridiculous, but this is the first impression that Tefanmu Ottenroche of the "White Winged Prince" gave Shinji.

Blonde hair, fair skin. It's not the sickly pale of ordinary Dead Apostles, but as delicate as milk, which is the envy of countless women.

The proportions of the human body, which are more perfect than the statue of David, and the appearance that cannot find a single flaw, are as perfect as the gods of art are meticulously carved, with an aura that transcends the mundane and surpasses human beings.

The most striking thing is the pair of pure white wings that exude holy brilliance, which are exactly the same as the "angels" in myths and legends, which is the origin of his name "White Winged Gong".

If he walks in the world in such a manner, it will inevitably attract many people to bow and worship.

However, Shinji will not be included among these people.

Regarding the "angel" posture of Oteng Luoxie, Shinji only has infinite complaints in his heart.

"It's really in response to that sentence, it is not necessarily an angel who has wings, but also a birdman. This guy is not only a birdman, but also a vampire birdman, and it really doesn't make sense to talk about this kind of thing. ”

"And this guy is a little too handsome. I know that True Ancestors, regardless of gender, have extremely high appearances, but why are the servants so handsome? Surrounded by handsome guys and beautiful women, won't you get tired? Can't you find someone ugly? Could it be that the standard for you to pick a servant is to look at the appearance first?"

Well, Shinji won't admit that he's jealous that the other side is more handsome than himself. Although Shinji himself is also a handsome guy, compared to Otten Roche, it is like the gap between the beauty made by the Koreans and the highest masterpiece of alchemy, Yusitsa, one in the sky and the other on the ground.

Driven by such emotions (in fact, only a little), Shinji felt that he couldn't weaken his momentum.

The Divine Thunder Cage gradually faded away because of the exhaustion of magic power, and the golden magic weapons that hit the white streamer head-on scattered as Lingzi, the rumbling thunder calmed down, but the piercing sneer rang out.

"How dare I? Why don't I dare? The Dead Apostles suck human blood and feed on humans, why can't we humans hunt down the Dead Apostles? Do you really think you Dead Apostles are superior to others? It's ridiculous!"

"The age of the gods is long gone, the age of the elves is gone, and now it is the world of men. A group of parasites that rely on humans and hide in dark corners and can't see the light, and they don't know where their superiority comes from. ”

"Oh, Dead Apostles, I'm phew, King of Dead Apostles, I'm bah!"

"I hope you'll be able to say that after you become my servant. ”

The angry "White Winged Male" casually tore the last golden thunderbolt. It had been a long time since he had such extreme emotions, but even so, his handsome and holy appearance had not been affected.

"I'm sorry, but there's only one vampire in the world for whom I'm willing to drive. Unfortunately, that person is not you. ”

The left hand hidden in the cloak silently crushed a healing rune, leaving the internal organs injured by the collision of forces intact.

"Bai Yigong" doesn't say anything more, he prefers to assist in practical actions than the ability to speak.

The slender fingers bend naturally and make a grasping motion. This is a favorite weapon for most vampires, and vampires trust their strong bodies, such as claws, and fangs, more than swords and firearms.

As the king of the Dead Apostles, the Dead Apostles of the Dead Apostles, they believe that the Dead Apostles do not need to rely on special supernatural abilities, and Otten Roche, who is strong enough only as a vampire species, has done this to the extreme. He had torn through the bodies of countless enemies with his claws, and no one dared to underestimate the terrifying power contained in those hands that no pianist could match, because those who dared to underestimate were dead.

The curved fingers pulled seemingly casually in the air, and violent ripples rippled in the air in an instant. Fingers swiped across the trail, as if five invisible blades were cutting through the air, intending to split the humans who dared to offend the majesty of the Death Apostle King from top to bottom.

Knowing that his physique is not as good as his opponent, Shinji will naturally not be stupid enough to hit hard, and he has already carved into the instinctive step, and the whole person is like a wisp of green smoke floating out of the range of invisible slashing.

Five invisible blades fell to the ground, leaving five clear ravines.

The first catch missed.

However, "White Wing Gong" did not have only one hand, and while Shinji dodged the first claw, the second grasp was immediately swung out.

This time it was a horizontal pull, and the invisible slash directly blocked the horizontal dodge space.

The moment "White Winged Gong" grabbed the second shot, Shinji knew that he couldn't dodge. The taller than tall "Snake Hunting Scythe" plunges straight into the ground like a flag. The "Vajra Left Arm", strengthened by the relics, moves forward, and together with the Snake Hunting Scythe, it forms a strong line of defense.

Skaha once taught Shinji that no matter how cautious he was, he could not be too cautious except for his hole cards before he could find out the depth of his opponent. As a result, Shinji put on the most complete defensive posture he could put on so far.

The five slashes derived from the second catch arrived as scheduled. The sound of the invisible blade colliding with the scythe's hilt was louder than a real sword strike. The power carried by the slash is more powerful than that of a tangible sword.

Of course, the swords here are just ordinary swords, not divine weapons like the "Snake Hunting Scythe". The sharpest part of the invisible slash was blocked by the handle of the scythe, and the shattered slash sliced through Shinji's clothes, but did not break the skin that was protected by the relics.

The second catch was prevented.

However, the two grabs of the starting hand were just a greeting for the "White Wing Gong", and the real attack had just begun.

I saw the oldest of the dead apostles spread out the pure white wings behind him and swept forward.

In the blink of an eye, he has come to the top of Shinji's head.

Shinji, who had just blocked the invisible slash, pulled out his scythe and slashed it with his diagonal hand, slashing at Oteng Roche's chest. The latter had already been prepared, turning out with one hand and twisting inside with the other, with light movements, with indescribable beauty, dangerous beauty.

The hand that turned out slapped the joint of the handle of the sickle just right, and the inner elbow slammed out at the same time, bouncing Shinji's right hand that was trying to parry, and then the elbow stretched, and suddenly twisted Shinji's arm, and a round, like Shinji, who was more of a warrior than a magician, was smashed out.

"White Wing Gong" didn't give Shen Er a chance to breathe, so he repeated the trick, and the white-clothed White Wing continued to sweep forward, unforgiving.

In the blink of an eye, a claw slapped on Shinji's left arm, pushing the latter more than a dozen meters away.

The world blinks quickly, but for the two of them, it is long enough to decide the direction of a battle.

The third blink of an eye, coming.