"Senior, are you cold? You're in poor health, don't freeze. There are blankets in the car. Sirbe threw a red blanket at Mao, who spread out on her seat without a trace of blood on her face.

Sylbe glanced at Ma Ao worriedly, he was a well-known tech nerd in the school because his physique was so poor, and he felt that he was underestimating the lethality of the wind to say that he was weak.

Although everyone usually doesn't think of Ma O as a senior, Ma Ao is indeed the youngest alchemy professor in the history of Merlin Academy, and is known as one of the golden new generations who are most likely to become the next member of the Round Table.

Ma Ao was lying on the seat of the bus, and now he was the focus of everyone's protection, surrounded by members of the student council, and Suio was apologetically arranged to take the position at the back door of the bus.

Sueyang now had the two short knives pinned to his waist, staring at the back door of the bus like a god. His posture of sitting upright without anger attracted the constant sideways glances of the student council members.

However, only Sue Yang knew that the palms of his hands hidden in his clothes were full of sweat. All of his gestures now are bluffing, at least not to let the student council know that he is a useless second sword.

"Wouldn't there be a second attack? If the first attack didn't succeed, the Warlock wouldn't risk a second attack, would he? Ma Ao said with a weak face.

"But we can't let our guard down, at least until Senior Green arrives. Sylbe replied.

When everyone in the car was waiting, the group of necromancers they had to guard against was not very far away from them, but this group of warlocks were wearing special military camouflage, hiding in the forest on the side of the road, relying on night vision equipment to monitor the movement in the car.

"What the hell was that woman just now?" asked the warlock leader, shrouded in camouflage, to his men behind him, who shook their heads in unison.

"A wanderer, it took her less than 3 seconds to kill a person?" the leader still couldn't believe his eyes, the wanderer was a necromantic puppet that needed a lot of time and effort to shape, even if it was handled by professionals from the Ministry of Magic, it would require a team of manpower, including the Holy See personnel responsible for purification, the wandering spirit was almost immune to all simple spells and physical attacks, and it was absolutely impossible to eliminate it if it were not for the special purification ritual of the Holy See personnel.

But what was that? The wanderer was burned to ashes by a strange weapon? What kind of flame was that?

"But fortunately, the woman walked away, and took the evil knife with her. No one is stopping us now, and these little chicks are still too tender. Are you ready for your spells?" the leader asked again.

"No, and they won't prepare anything like that again. A cold female voice sounded behind the leader.

The leader frowned, reaching out and grabbing the pistol under his camouflage uniform. He turned his head slowly, meeting the blood-red eyes.

The woman he called the monster was standing silently behind him, and the men he had brought with him were all lying to the ground, lifeless.

The female monster didn't leave at all, she just hid in the shadows to locate her position so that she could cut herself to the roots.

At such a close distance, the leader was stared at by the woman's eyes, and suddenly felt dizzy, and an invisible oppressive force made him unable to move, but even so, there was still a strange feeling, which made him feel that the woman in front of him was really beautiful and incomprehensible. The leader was a veteran necromancer who was far less interested in women than in skeletons, but the woman was so beautiful that his body instinctively didn't want to look away.

"Seduction! you're a vampire!" The leader of the dark side of the wizarding world could immediately tell where this strange feeling was coming from, this woman's gaze was like that of a vampire, capable of seducing humans.

"It's been a long time since I've heard that name, and you bed bugs really like to me off. The corners of the woman's mouth turned up slightly, and the blood in her eyes suddenly became sheng.

"No, don't kill me, I have a relationship with the Crimson Council, you can't kill me!" the leader hurriedly revealed his connections and connections, hoping to deter the vampire in front of him. Vampires are very strange creatures, and they can only live in the dark and survive on human blood, but they still want to try to maintain the dignity of the so-called elegant aristocracy.

Therefore, the Bloods will definitely not kill themselves, as long as they understand their relationship with the Crimson Council.

"Council, you mean the three generations of waste?" the woman let out a contemptuous sneer, a look of disdain and disgust on her face, "how do you think they can command me from those rotten woods who are still attached to their bloodline and proud of their cursed status?"

The leader's face was as dead as ashes, and he couldn't even move a finger under the gaze of these eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm human, a real human. The woman grinned, revealing her shallow tiger teeth.

The cold blade sliced through the skin, tore the muscles, and slid through the bones, but the leader could only watch as the pitch-black blade stabbed into his chest like butter.

"I'm not mad at the vampire name, I'm mad at you for not thinking of me as a human. Probably a pest like you won't understand. The woman held the Suzaku in her hand, and her bright face leaned into the leader's ear and whispered, like a lover whispering affectionately in her boyfriend's ear, but the Suzaku in her hand was still slowly piercing into the leader's body.

"How can there be a monster like you in the human race, how can a monster like you be a human being!" The moment the woman put her face to the leader's ear, the leader's gaze left the woman's pupils, and the freedom of movement was regained under the trembling body, and before there was time to hesitate, the leader pulled the trigger of the pistol hidden under the camouflage uniform.

Even the Bloods couldn't dodge the shots at this distance, and the agility of the creatures of ancient mythology was not beyond the ever-changing technological level of humanity.

The PT92 is a weapon that the leader has quietly hidden, and in principle, even unscrupulous necromancers look down on those who use technological weapons, but he himself is a pragmatist, and he also believes that sometimes to kill a person, a pistol must be more effective than a spell of the mouth.

The 9mm bullet of the Pt92 tore through the woman's clothes and skin in an instant, leaving several bloody holes in her abdomen, but the leader did not stop firing, this Taurus Pt92 was copied from the Buretta 92, with a load of 17 rounds, and the leader did not hold back until he emptied a magazine, and then pushed the woman away tremblingly.

Suzaku was astonishingly sharp, and the woman who had been shot several times in her body was pushed back a few steps by the push, and Suzaku was carried away from the leader's body without any hindrance, like a sharp blade drawn from the water.

The leader hurriedly covered the wound caused by Suzaku, if it weren't for the cruelty of this woman, the speed at which she advanced the blade was extremely slow, and she didn't have time to inflict a penetrating wound on herself, if it weren't for the sharp blade in her hand that was too sharp to inflict secondary damage when she drew it, she would definitely be in a worse situation now due to excessive blood loss.

"Bah, stinking bitch, scare me to death, can the vampire dodge the bullets?" the leader scolded, his hand fumbling for the magazine in his pocket. He usually prepares two magazines on his body, so as not to encounter a situation that cannot be solved by one magazine.

However, halfway through his reloading, the woman had already raised her head, and the blood in her eyes was almost thick, as if substantial blood was flowing under her eyes.

The leader had already prepared, and the moment the woman looked up, he had already thrown a handful of green powder at the woman. When the powder touched the woman's body, it immediately turned into a thick mist, enveloping the woman's whole body. This would give him the opportunity to chant a spell and isolate himself from the influence of the woman's seduction.

He didn't think that 17 9mm bullets would be enough to inflict heavy damage on a Bloodline, let alone in the abdomen. As a necromancer, he doesn't know the banishment spells of the clergy, but for them, they are the ones who know the necromantic creatures best, and the Bloodline is just a corpse that behaves more gracefully than others.

"Ah, I'm amazed that you still have a toy like that. The woman's voice came from the green mist, followed by an orange glow in the green mist. The green mist beside the woman suddenly dispersed, as if it had been forcibly squeezed away from the woman's surroundings by some force, and the woman held the long knife in her hand that began to glow with bright orange brilliance, and said in a disdainful tone.

The 9mm bullets fell from the wounds in her abdomen, and the wounds they caused squirmed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were soon as smooth as ever, leaving only the snow-white skin that loomed under the bullet holes in her clothing.

The woman doesn't pay any attention to her wounds, as if she were disgusted by her ability to heal herself.

"Congratulations, you've reminded me in your way that I've given up my identity a long time ago, really, I remember, maybe I'm still a disgusting vampire. The woman looked up, and before the leader could react, the woman was already in front of him, and the face that was covered by anger was already enlarged in his eyes.

Suzaku pierced through the leader's body again, and the woman didn't seem to use any stances or swords at all, but just like when she killed the wanderer, she made the most powerful attack with the fastest speed in the most critical position.

This time, Suzaku was still in an active state, and although the orange-red blade could not see the flames, it contained an astonishing amount of heat, and the leader felt unbearable pain the moment the long knife stabbed in, and every cell in his body was captured by the violent heat.

"Ahhh

The woman pulled out the Suzaku with a cold face, and the leader's corpse turned into a mixture of clothes and white ashes like a wandering spirit. She sheathed her sword and looked coldly at the necromancer leader reduced to ashes, these guys who played with the dead were surprisingly vulnerable. At least in the past few years, the members of the Ministry of Magic have all been good at fighting skills, and the hunters of the Shadow Cloak are proficient in various genres of fighting skills and killing techniques.

"It is not for nothing that you can only live in darkness. Such a weak, so pathetic, such an ugly maggot is actually a human being?" the woman muttered to herself, but she knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, the reinforcements from Merlin Academy were about to arrive here, and the scream from the leader just now undoubtedly revealed their hidden position, and now the woman never wanted to come into direct contact with the people of Merlin Academy. Thinking of this, the woman's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness of the woods.

When the scream pierced the night, all the members of the student council in the bus instantly tensed their nerves, although they couldn't remember which of the necromancer's spells began with such a terrible scream, but words are the carrier of magic, and language is the chess player of magic, and the control of magic through words and the use of spells through language have always been the constant norms of all wizarding schools. The more dark and terrifying spells often become, the more malicious they convey.

And this scream is like a vicious accusation to the world by a wicked person suffering in hell, even if it is heard in the ears, it makes everyone in the car have goosebumps.

"All be on alert! the other side may be attacking!" Silbe ordered to warn. Everyone in the student council clenched their wands in their hands, and carefully watched the darkness outside the bus by the faint light of the spell on the bus window, for fear that if they didn't pay attention, rotten and twisted undead creatures would crawl out of it.

Sueyang was even more shocked, as the most famous and worst martial arts person in this group, he quietly shrank back half a step, but he didn't expect this half step to be seen by the other student councils who had been secretly paying attention to him, and immediately understood that Sueyang was moving closer to Mao, and while guarding the back door of the car, he could actually protect the others in the car. The awe in everyone's hearts for this unfathomable Oriental has risen to a new level, and many members have even been transformed into fans of Sueyang.

It is a great pity that Sylbe did not bring the female members of the student union this time, after all, the elite has been transferred so much, and the daily affairs of the student union need to be maintained by the delicate female members. Otherwise, when I go back to school, I don't know how many girl members will ask the student council president if the surrogate senior is single, and gossip materials such as his blood type horoscope, right?

After the screams, the forest by the road was calm again, and there was no sign of the necromancers' attack.

"It's really not good that the school is in such a remote location. Sueyang complained faintly, and if he was not careful, he was attacked in a place where there was no store in front of the village. Although a big road surrounded by trees is the standard feature of this kind of mysterious college, and at most it is to replace the road with a railroad or something, but you are already connected to the Internet, so why can't you move the campus a little closer to the city?

But in this tense situation, no one dared to answer Sueyang's complaints, and everyone was wary of possible attacks in the dark.

At this moment, in the distant night, there was a faint "click" sound.