The iron sword roared slightly, and the white cold air was vented in the air, and the surrounding rain also turned into ice crystals at this moment.

The power of [Legacy] was exerted to the extreme through the power of magic, but somewhat surprisingly, the expected sight of the frost iron sword slicing through the opponent's flesh did not appear.

Under his own extreme thirst for blood, the female vampire actually made more agile movements than he imagined.

The thick crimson electric light of her thumb shot towards the muddy ground at the same moment, and the slight power of the feedback couldn't help but increase the amplitude of her leap by a few points.

The blade sliced through the side of her calf, and the frosty pain that spread quickly made Ai Lian snort, but her whole body still pounced on the old hunter.

The sharp teeth seemed to shine through the cold light in the rainy night, and with a "poof", the sweet liquid instantly slipped into her throat, and her pale face was dyed with a hint of blush at this moment.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder like a beast's bite, the old hunter's face twisted, and his body instantly lost its center of gravity under the other party's barbaric act, which was not in line with the demeanor of the blood clan.

Subconsciously pulled the trigger of his left hand, and the rebound force of the alchemy bullet made the old hunter's left hand tremble, but fortunately, another painful scream from the other party made him feel that everything was not so bad.

The short distance of the struggle caused the two of them to roll down the slope, and the iron sword was barely clenched in his right hand and plunged into the dirt, and the old hunter was half-kneeling on the ground to stabilize his body, and the hunter's costume on his body was already covered with sticky dirt.

Thunder flashed through the sky again, and near the bottomless rift, a demonic figure like a beast was now holding his left abdomen with one hand, biting something crimson with leather in his mouth.

The long blond hair had been completely dyed black and yellow after the imbalance just now, and this look was more like their nemesis, the werewolves, who were known for their wildness and flesh than the vampires known for their elegance.

Spit out the inedible part of her mouth, Ai Lian didn't expect the other party's shriveled flesh to give her any taste, what she needed most now was actually the other party's blood, or more accurately, the [magic element] in the other party's blood.

Rather than absorbing magic from the air and transforming it into magic power, the blood race itself, as a race with a high tolerance for magic power, is better at absorbing magic essence from other living beings.

It's just that Ai Lian is extremely disappointed that there doesn't seem to be much magic in the other party's old body.

She originally thought that the person who could hunt her down to this point would at least be the existence that had opened the [door], but as a result, was it just the relationship between the other party's skill and sophistication......

The burning pain in her abdomen made Ailian's reason a little crazy, and she finally thought that she could kill the other party, but it turned out to be just a mistake in calculation.

The muzzle of the other party's gun has been aimed at him, and in any case, he really has no way to retreat this time.

The dark valley behind him seems to be like an invisible nightmare calling him, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will really fall into this entrance to hell, and his life will be over.

The blood-stained teeth clenched together, and the body showed a killing shape, and she could see just now that the reason for the delay in shooting on the other side seemed to be that the other party's body only allowed him to shoot again.

The smell of the wind is not only on the shoulders of the other party, but also in other places......

The right leg was stuck on the outside of the iron sword, and the old hunter raised his right hand with some difficulty to use it as a bracket to adjust the muzzle of his left hand.

The pain in the left rib position made his face a little pale, and the sweat on his body had long been swept away by the night wind along with the rain, and some biting cold made his muscles tense again.

There is only one shot, and only one shot can be fired.

The associated recoil made it impossible for his current body to withstand it again, so he only had one chance left.

The sight of what might be the last battle of his life wasn't very grandiose, it was just a game of hunter and prey, plus a touch of luck, but he didn't complain about it.

Because most people are like this, and most hunters die like this.

The knee of his left leg was slightly raised, and the old hunter calmed his somewhat disordered breathing, and his cloudy eyeballs shimmered again.

Bless me, Helena......

Bang!

Bang!

Ailian, who was about to jump up and was suddenly hit by something, revealed that her face was full of incredulity, and she accidentally stepped on the smooth stone, and the tendency to fall after being shot and the unexpected imbalance of the center of gravity made her slide off the edge of the rift in an instant.

Until she died, she probably wouldn't understand why the seriously injured hunter could fire "two alchemy bullets" in a row.

Weakly put down the alchemy gun in his hand, the old hunter's hands trembled slightly, and the whole person sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Looking at the shards of some piece of glass he was stepping on near his left foot, he was lucky to have the first time he had fought at night.

Maybe when he goes back, he will have to thank the compatriots who carved the Boom Matrix on it when they have nothing to do......

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Dark and cold, a familiar smell invaded her mouth and nose, eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ai Lian slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing that caught her eye was a gray sky, neither as deep as the night nor as white as the day, as if the two were combined into one, and she was slightly surprised.

Subconsciously sat up, some kind of viscous liquid slipped from her body, and then she noticed where she was lying just now.

A large amount of crimson-red and blackened fluid seemed to flow slowly according to some kind of law. It's just that because of the peculiarity of her race, these life currencies that don't know when are converging on the wounds on her body, filling her flesh.

I don't know how long this process has lasted, at least in Ailian's opinion, she has almost no damage now, and even the magic in her body is almost complete.

Taking a slow breath and glancing at this place like an abandoned altar, Ai Lian stood up, the blood around her was a little boiling at this moment, and then she was attracted by an inexplicable force and wrapped around her body.

The bright red dress clings to Ailian's body, her bare feet are wrapped in bright blood-colored heels, and her feet are stepping on the somewhat blackened earth, Ailian's head is raised to look at the sky, and her plain white neck shows a graceful arc.

"So, is this really hell.......

The pitch-black sun hung in the sky, like some kind of abyssal gaze, which made Ailian's back inexplicably chill at it.

How can it be.

She sneered, she wasn't a cultist, and she didn't care about hell or anything just because she had never seen such a strange celestial body in this world.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated buildings around her, coupled with the blood-pool-like altar from before, Ai Lian estimated that this place was probably the ritual site of a certain demon church before.

After all, it was the nasty people who made such disgusting buildings, the twisted stone pillars, the carvings of crazy cultists embedded in the walls, all of which made her feel unpleasant.

Even a vampire like her instinctively loathed the demonic cultists.

In this cursed world, dedicating her loyalty to those culprits, Ai Lian genuinely thinks those guys are a bunch of crazy people.

Pouting, as if she was a little dissatisfied with relying on this kind of place to save her life, Ailian's brows furrowed, and at the same time she was thinking about what kind of place this was.

Although he was surprised why the old hunter could fire two shots in a row at that time, his situation here was even more strange now.

It was a rainy night when she fought the old hunter, but now it was a gray and sunny day. Even if she was in a coma for a while due to her injuries, the sun in the sky could not be explained.

Besides, is this really the bottom of a deep valley, and if so, how can the sky seem so close?

But if not, then where is it?

The cold wind blew past her, lifting the skirt of the gown, and Ailian's nose shrugged slightly, and she seemed to smell something strange.

The throat swallowed unconsciously, and the crimson eyes flashed with a longing essence.

The smell of blood that vaguely wafted through the air was more intoxicating than any blood drink she had ever tasted. At that moment, the soul seemed to have been hit directly, and a slight flush appeared on his face—

She was actually a little excited!

Biting her lip, her face revealing a look of hesitation, encountering this level of blood in such a strange place, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of trap awaited her in the depths.

But giving up like this would be impossible for any Bloodline.

High-grade blood can not only bring them physiological enjoyment, but more importantly, it may also optimize their bloodline to a certain extent. If the original owner of the body has a special ability to accommodate the magic in the air, then his blood is the best recovery potion for the blood clans.

Therefore, high-grade blood and blood servants have always been very sought-after in the blood clan, and even a long time ago, a certain [saint] almost caused a civil war in most of the blood clan with just one reagent amount of blood.

If it looks like this, there is no way for Ai Lian to give up the contents so easily.

She didn't know what it was that exuded the deadly attraction of her race, but even where the Demon Cultists had been, she was now going to break in.

The crimson thunder turned into a sharp spear, and inadvertently licked her gorgeous red lips, Ai Lian stepped on the black and hard earth and slowly walked towards the depths of the ruins.

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It was a cross.

Black gray granite, carved into the shape of a cross, occupies the very center of the area. At the bottom of the cross, the statues of the pilgrims hold objects in their hands, as if they were holding something invisible in the air.

However, unlike the usual church relics, the statues here are not devout believers, but all reveal some kind of fanatical demonic image.

Ai Lian could tell that this place once seemed to be a large altar.

The matrix carved by mercury and blood still partially remained on the mottled floor stone tiles, and the unique lines formed by those strange lines seemed to be wriggling tentacles, making her brain a little dizzy.

She immediately withdrew her gaze, not caring if there was anything else here, because what she was looking for was almost at hand.

But at this moment, she was a little hesitant......

Nearly twenty meters away, the black iron cross was not empty. To be precise, it would be more appropriate to have a corpse there, or rather, the corpse of an [angel].

The long silver hair like moonlight fell to the bottom of the cross, and the naked upper half of the body was evident in the lines of the muscles and various scars, and—

A cross-shaped silver steel sword that was stuck in the opponent's chest.

It was a man, a man who looked aesthetically pleasing, but who was permeated with an air of holiness.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party didn't have the rumored pair of snow-white wings, Ai Lian really thought that she had accidentally met some dead angel.

That's right, it's dead.

There was no sound of heartbeat, no breathing or blood flowing. The fatal wound appeared to be the steel sword that went straight into the chest, causing such a man who looked like a priest to die on the cross.

Subconsciously sighed, Ai Lian didn't have any interest in understanding the identity of the man and what happened here, she just wanted to figure out whether there would be any other problems with this corpse being placed at such a strange ceremony site from an unknown number of years ago.

The crimson thunder spear shone in his hand, and the depths of his soul became more and more thirsty for the occasional smell of blood wafting from the other party's body.

On the premise that she didn't overcome her desires in the end, Ai Lian still did it.

The color of blood streaked through the air, as if the space had been torn out of a gap of nearly twenty meters, and the thunder spear directly hit the existence on the cross.

Out of prudence, Ai Lian did not step forward immediately, but at the same time, she also controlled the magical power she released outward, so as not to turn the corpse into a charcoal.

It seemed to be cautious, but she seemed to subconsciously ignore something.

Even if there was some kind of treatment, there was no such fresh smell of blood from that corpse......

The expected sight of a thunder gun piercing the opponent's chest and exploding the cross did not appear. As if there was an invisible wall blocking [the angel's] face, the thunder spear stayed in mid-air, moving slowly, and then was finally swallowed up by the steel sword on the opponent's chest.

The hairs on her body exploded instantly, her back seemed to flow through an electric current, Ailian's breathing increased unconsciously, and her heart began to tremble violently.

Escape!

You have to run away!

Something that made the blood in her body surrender quietly appeared in that moment just now, and this feeling was many times stronger than the feeling of majesty she had received when she first met a duke.

If you stay any longer, there is only one way to die! Even if she clearly understood this truth in her heart, her legs could not take another step, and she did not even have the courage to go down, so she could only remain stiff.

Hiss——!

It was as if a scorching iron had stamped on the flesh, and with a slight sizzling sensation, Ai Lian suddenly heard the sound of something beating.

Then, there was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

His gaze lifted uncontrollably, looking straight ahead, and finally his heart paused for a few seconds at this moment.

The steel sword had fallen to the ground, and the beating of the heart like an increasingly dense drum beat was getting louder and faster.

The air heated up unconsciously, and strange sensations gradually flooded Ailian's brain, and she felt that her body was a little hot, and her whole body was about to melt as if she was in a scorching hell.

In the next second, the drum beat disappeared in an instant, and he opened his eyes that should have been closed all along.

[Angel], wake up!

The bright golden eyes with divinity clearly reflected Ailian's figure, and she could even see her panicked and helpless eyes and trembling soul in the pupils of the other party.

"Ged-Medgal-Gisgmed-Talgraph (Lord, sustenance in my body)!"

There is no pity, no sadness, no emotion. Unintelligible syllables suddenly sounded, like a holy prayer, slowly spitting out from the other's mouth with a sense of vicissitudes and tranquility.

Immediately after that, the world began to burn.

A golden flame ignited from Ailian's pupils, and the direct result of her soul being unable to bear the other person's posture was to create a reality that could not be seen directly.

However, there was no painful sorrow or superfluous struggle, as if she had found a spiritual belonging, and she, who had once disdained her faith, actually knelt on the ground with a reverent face and made a prayer.

The charred eyeballs scattered with the wind, and the hollow eye sockets seemed to desperately want to witness this miracle, and they were tightly facing the direction of the cross, ignoring the parts of the body that were quietly burning.

"Forgive me, O God......"

Boom ——!

The flaming cross rose into the sky like the Last Judgment, and a holy flame capable of melting everything swept through the space.

In the last moments of returning to the earth, the only thing Ai Lian could remember was the six-winged figure holding the Cross Sword that loomed in the depths of her soul, and the vague syllables of a man full of pain and self-reproach—

"Lola ......"