"Daywalker, what an accident, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it to my banquet, so tonight's movement is your fault?

Before Buffett could answer, a flirtatious voice came to mind in the middle of the two people, but the dust caused by Buffyment blocked the view, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the dust settled, Blade looked at the red light in front of him, not knowing what to say.

This thin man in a half-sleeved fancy shirt with his arms open is the Deacon Firth he has been looking for, a radical vampire, because of his rebellious behavior, no one knows who his owner is, and everyone knows that he is not a natural vampire.

The situation in front of him even after fighting vampires for half his life felt weird, Buffyment's slash from the sky accurately split Deacon in half, but Deacon not only did not turn into ashes, but smiled energetically.

The cross-sections of the body bulged like a boil, and the foam of the blood tumbled, screaming and converging in the air, pulling the two bodies together, and a red light flashed through the wound, and Deacon stood there as if nothing had happened, as usual hanging.

"It seems that this is the so-called 'blood god' ability, only in this way, will it become a bat and fly around, that is the vampire's signature skill. ”

Buffett stood up and waved his hand to sweep away the dust in front of him, the crisp children's voice was mixed with the unstable hoarseness of the voice change period, and the tone of his speech was equally frivolous.

"Buffyment, Tongyin Minotaur, I've admired your name for a long time, have you entered the period of voice change? ”

Deacon made a polite appearance, with his open floral shirt, ripped jeans and elongated face-to-point shoes, and even the wild-grown blade twitched and took a step back.

"It seems that you think you are a blood, and you still want to imitate those contrived manners, but I think you may be wild now, and those hypocrites who lift their jaws to the sky are not as lewd as you, did you learn from a waitress in a second-rate hotel? or a part-time kind, that's the only way you can get your hands on the word politeness, right?"

A thin woman with blond hair flew upside down from the entrance of the passage, and before she could land, she turned into a burst of screaming ashes, and it was naturally Frank who made a few tactical gestures, so that the commandos behind him did not appear in the empty altar hall, but exuded a burst of footsteps, monitoring every entrance.

Buffyment's poisonous tongue worked, and Deacon's face turned pink, which seemed to be a sign of his anger? Buffyment looked curiously at the blade that struck Deacon on the opposite side.

"Depending on his height, he may or may not be able to turn into a bat. ”

Blade doesn't have the potential to become a cold-faced smiler, and he doesn't have the strength to speak.

"Hmph, be jealous, tremble, ignorant mortals and monsters, I am now immortal, and the endless blood is under my control, I am the god of blood!"

"Turn on the lights. ”

Frank, who was always the most puzzling, interrupted Deacon's rant.

It's like the emperor superstar is on the stage, and beams of chasing light hit Deacon's body, and these high-intensity ultraviolet rays hit his body to make a "zizi" sound like frying butter.

At first, Deacon was also startled, and jumped back two steps to avoid the spotlights, but he immediately realized that although there was black smoke coming from his body, he didn't actually receive much damage.

"Haha, do you see? This is the power of the blood god! I am not afraid of the sun, and I will never cause any harm from the hell with garlic and silver! I am the Lord of the World from now on......"

Deacon opened his arms and let the ultraviolet rays shine on him, billowing black smoke as his backdrop, his pale face disappearing in the black smoke, and he roared wildly.

However, a loud "bang" interrupted his swinging nature, making his face gloomy.

"WTF! We've been busy all nights about this neurosis? What can he do? A blood sausage that can never be eaten? Can't you add garlic paste? What about the ancient vampires? How many times have I told you, if it were false propaganda, the reader's grandfather would not vote!"

Buffyment angrily threw aside the big axe in his hand, because he just put it in his hand, and the axe was slapped flat on the ground, which not only interrupted Deacon's surging speech, but also jumped his nervous companions.

Then he pointed at the little man with blood-red eyes and complained to the blade, which made everyone frown and laugh.

"You nasty embryo, you have succeeded in angering me, so you can understand what kind of power you are facing. ”

Although Deacon didn't understand what he meant about the traditional food of the Yellow North, the United States was also a similar thing, made with pig's blood and milk fat cereals, with minced meat and offal, which was his favorite British breakfast, and of course, as a vampire he used human materials.

Before the words fell, a terrible and swift knife light slashed in front of his eyes, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized that the blade had slashed and poked more than a dozen knives on him silently, and he couldn't help but roar, and a heavy punch in annoyance and anger hit the blade's chest, knocking the daywalker back a few steps before standing firmly.

"Ha, Daywalker, now you are no match for me, my blood is higher than yours. ”

Deacon was triumphant, Daywalkers were more than betrayals to vampires, all vampires wanted to learn the secret that they could walk in the sun, and now, he could call himself a Daywalker, even if the smoke was a bit of a fly in the ointment.

The little man Deacon took a few steps forward, kicked the blade through the defense of the blade in succession, and stepped on his chest, using this force as a pedal, he flew and pounced on the hated minotaur, and his body slid through the air like a light water bird.

He jumped very high, and with his height of less than six feet, he was able to smash a condescending punch into the head of the seven-foot-six Buffyment, and his knee was also raised to the front, faintly hitting the Minotaur in the face.

The ultraviolet spotlights have all been turned off, and these lights will affect the line of sight in hand-to-hand combat, and Frank's gun rang off two accurate bullets, and the stagnant Deacon's body is a little deformed, and he can no longer maintain a posture that looks comfortable.

However, this did not affect Buffyment's counterattack, he grabbed Deacon's fist, and with the force of his pounce, Deacon crossed his head, and with his fierce downward swing of his arm, the whole person fell to the ground.

There was a loud "boom", Deacon's eyes were empty, and the ground under him was smashed into a half-human crater, some radial cracks spread instantly, and his entire body was bounced off the ground by the force of the shock.

This stretch was also borrowed by Buffyment, he held Deacon's hand and refused to let go, straightened the half-turned body, took advantage of Deacon's opportunity to be bounced into the air, and swung Deacon hard from the top of his head, and fell hard in front of him - this set of actions he repeated three times.

Deacon was completely blinded, this was not a bleeding skill, he was not familiar with the newly acquired ability, and there was no way to escape from Buffyment's clutches, until he was like a rag doll discarded by his master, he was thrown away by Buffyment, and fell heavily from the air to the ground to love that, he didn't react to what was going on.

"Izumo Tou Connecting and Cutting Plants Returning to Root Pulling Ori Investment!"

Buffett triumphantly rubbed his horns and told jokes that no one could understand.

"It's a little bit, you dare to jump up and attack others, did you learn that martial arts from Hollywood? Do you think that if I am high, I will not have the ability to attack the air?"

The Minotaur hurried over and picked up his axe, and stood in front of Deacon, who had risen from the ground and was half-kneeling and shaking his head desperately to sober himself up, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt—only half of it, and it was inconvenient to grasp his shirt.

"Listen, dwarf sweet potato, why do you do all this, who gave you the Book of Errebos, honestly explain, master, I am in charge of giving you a good time. ”