A person who grasps every detail of the battlefield is a qualified killer.

Each battle requires a foundation, weapons, and skills...... What's more important is that you have to use your brain.

What moves do I have that Orville knows?

And what fighting skills do I have that Orville doesn't know?

The answer is definitely - "flickering teleportation".

The killing move that has been hidden since Ye Yu came to the shelter, the most skillful technique he has used since mastering the spatial spiritual power.

However, how could he defeat Orville by relying only on flickering teleportation? Back in the first combat training session with Panis, Nighttime threw a dagger behind Panis, and she dodged his killer backstab with a simple second-stage thrust.

Orville is not stupid, even Yezhu knows that the biggest weakness of the blood clan is hand-to-hand combat, how can he not know his weakness? So Orville must have been on guard......

Nightshade is constantly thinking, the battle is changing rapidly, and there is not much time left for him.

If you insist on forcibly killing him in front of him, you must solve his backhand, the key is how to solve it? - When Nightshade was knocked to the ground, and he had no intention of grabbing the metal fragment in his hand, an unreliable plan came to mind.

"Seductive fraud, creating gaps."

There is only one chance, and the night must be sharp and swift to kill him with one blow. Otherwise, if Orville gets serious, keeps distancing himself and continues to use blood magic to consume his physical strength, he will burn his vitality and die within three minutes.

If Orville hadn't thought that Nightshade would have done it again, he would have stubbornly stabbed him with his spear, even though Nightshade might have teleported behind him...... There is only one ending, the night is pierced by a bloody spear, and there is no place to bury him.

That's okay, if you can't die...... Maybe he will be captured by Orville and trained to be RBQ.

This is a gamble, and Yelu chooses to play with his life.

It's a dangerous game, and one wrong move will be doomed.

Having won the gamble, Orville paid a heavy price for his arrogance, and his body was reduced to a white sculpture.

Eighteen percent of the body's composition was made up of carbon, and under the blue flame of the Darkmoon Blade, most of Orville's other elements in his body were vaporized and evaporated, and the remaining carbon instantly crystallized, turning him into a white sculpture.

The evening breeze blew through the bloody sanctuary and took away part of Orville. The snow-like ashes scattered, bringing a strange touch of color to the crimson space.

"Hey, Orville. Do you want to build a snowman? ”

Picking up the dark moon, the night slash at Orville's neck. The "statue" collapsed in an instant, and crystal powder splattered everywhere. There was a bit of metal in it, probably Orville's belongings, but it didn't matter.

The dead do not deserve to have a voice.

"Great!"

"It's finally over......"

"Uh......h (crying)"

With Orville's death, the townsfolk cheered and the townsfolk wept.

Cheer for this savior, be moved to turn a new page and see tomorrow.

I also feel sorry for my lost relatives and friends, and grieve for all the townspeople who died.

They wanted to come over and embrace the brave and powerful black-robed girl, but they were glared at by the golden pupils she hid under the mask. The bloodthirsty murderous intent in the girl's eyes was as rich as ink, and for a moment, the killing intent was revealed, like a frozen ice lake cracking, and the cold air bloomed.

The chaos of the commotion was instantly subdued, and the townsfolk cowered and stepped back, suddenly realizing something.

Is this girl really here to save them?

Looking at her figure walking slowly like Shura, what is the difference between her and those vampires......

Glancing at the townsfolk who had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation, Yelu did not speak.

To be precise, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Reluctantly reconverging his dissipating consciousness, Nightpale walked towards Wilbur, who was lying on the ground. He can't fall yet, he can't ...... yet It's not over yet, even if Wilbur is devoured by Orville, it's still a vampire.

Even if Wilbur were to die, Nightshade would have to cut off his head and dig out his heart, and would never allow for the low-level mistake of being killed for not repairing the knife.

If left unchecked, Wilbur would have a glimmer of life...... These stupid townsfolk are probably going to be eaten up by him, right? Then there will be no one to save them...... We can't let that happen again.

Yelu subconsciously wanted to conjure up a needle, but he couldn't even squeeze out a little spiritual power when he moved his fingers.

When going out on a mission, there is always a silver needle bag in the night. Silver needles can detect whether fluids are toxic or can be used to directly stimulate nerves when adrenaline is not available, triggering an excitatory effect and entering a state of excitement to reduce pain.

Today's night is like a dry sponge, even if it is twisted to crack, it can't squeeze out a drop of water.

Coming to the vampire lying in a pool of blood, Nightshade lifted the Dark Moon Knife and looked down at him. Wilbur was as silent as a dead body, motionless, blood gushing from the section of his severed arm...... Yeyu's eyes narrowed, and the conditioned reflex jumped sideways.

No kidding! A person who has lost too much blood will die of heart failure within a few minutes of falling to the ground! Even if he doesn't die, the blood will dry up and coagulate, but the blood on Wilbur's broken arm is still bright, which means -

He is constantly hematopoiesis, he is still alive and conscious!

"Uh-huh-hehe...... Ha. ”

As if to testify to Night's guess, Wilbur slowly got up from the ground, his face covered in blood.

He licked his lips and sucked the cloudy, earthy blood into his stomach like juice.

During the battle with Orville in Night, Wilbur, who had fallen in the blood, drank greedily regardless of the remnants of the blood. Even if the blood would poison him, he was almost frantically trying to regain his strength.

Either die at the hands of his own brother with dignity, or desperately get a chance to live. Clearly, Wilbur chose the latter.

The power mixed with poison poured into his body, even if he would become a waste person in the future, he would not hesitate to do it!

As the pride of the vampires, Wilbur's life is smooth sailing, and if nothing else, he can become a duke. Now it's all ruined! If it weren't for this human, his brother wouldn't have gone crazy, yes, it's all this human's fault!

In Wilbur's subconscious, he really saw Orville as a younger brother...... If he had the chance, he would definitely take good care of Orville and improve the relationship between his brothers.

Blood shield? Here you go.

Which woman do you like? Here you go.

Bloodliner? Title? You will be given everything you want.

But now that Orville is dead, Orville's mistakes cannot be corrected, and there is no one to give Orville the love he expects. The only thing Wilbur could do was to kill the human to avenge his brother.

“RUAAAAAAAAAAAAAA！！” Wilbur cracked his mouth and roared, revealing his scarlet canine teeth.

More than a dozen blood-colored spears burst out from the depths of the corpse pile, like a dragon out of the sea! The air was pierced by the screeching sound of extremely fast cutting, and the blood spear rolled up surging blood qi, and surrounded the night in all directions—