Victor, the captain of the third brigade of the "Song of the Ashes" mercenary group, although his strength is very good in the mercenary world of Afron, but in the face of two extraordinary strengths, it is like a child watching an adult fight, and he can only shout twice to show his existence - on this night, he felt as if his mind was stirred into a mess: first the strange behavior of the old Hugo in the station, and then the old man of the mercenary group appeared in front of the church as an ascetic of the church, Monica, the beautiful mercenary, faded her reserved appearance in front of him and turned into a terrifying beast......

What happened?

They say, Monica is an undead? But Victor didn't believe it, he also took Monica's little hand, the skin was soft, the touch was smooth, with a faint fragrance unique to a girl, he really couldn't think of Monica as a rotten flesh or bone frame that could move and talk, and so on! The church may have been mistaken. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With her arms crossed in front of her, Monica just rushed up and saw that the ascetic was releasing the [Flame of Sin-Cleansing], she immediately retreated, and the speed of retreat was even faster a little, the man's sudden sound made her stunned, and then, she saw the man's figure jump down the high steps and rush into the position between her and the ascetic.

"Old Hugo, you can't do this to Monica!"

At this moment, Monica has fully demonstrated his first form as a vampire lord, but Victor ignores this reality, he bends his arms and crosses his sword, his lower body is half-squatting, and the huge difference in strength makes his vision blurred, but his rich mercenary combat experience over the years still makes him make an instinctive prediction, and he captures the trajectory of old Hugo.

The sharp wind pressure blew the facial features of his face deformed, and he saw that old Hugo's gaze was more serious than ever, and his gray brows were raised higher and higher.

"Run!"

Victor stopped old Hugo in a defensive posture, and he shouted hoarsely - Victor did not look back, and the vampire lord Monica looked at the tall back of the man, and her eyes suddenly dimmed a little, she put away her wings, turned and jumped, and disappeared into the vast darkness of the night in less than a breath.

Old Hugo's figure stopped, he put down the bronze oil lamp in his hand, and sighed leisurely:

"Victor, one day, you will pay for the wrong choice."

"But, I do."

There was a hint of stubbornness in Victor's voice, and he was half-crouching, his gaze level with that of the rickety old man.

Light rain, turning ill.

The dark clouds of the deep night sky obscured all its brilliance, and on this late autumn night, scattered raindrops began to turn into fine silver threads, and on the other side of the street where the church was located, the sound of shouts and horses' hooves falling to the ground rang out one after another.

Glo was not in the hussars of the Lord's Guard, he was alone, wielding his sword, into a secluded alley - the vampire lord Monica heard the noise, she narrowed her eyes, the sound of human breathing fell on her ears, and she quickly judged that it was all ants that had not yet been inaugurated. Normally, dealing with these annoying little bugs would have been a simple effort, but now, she knew she didn't have any time to spare, it wasn't far from the church, and maybe the ascetic was still behind her.

She thought for a moment, and rounded the neighing hussars, jumped from a high roof, and entered into a thought—the gloomy corners of bustling cities were always disgustingly filthy, and Monica smelled the rancid smell of garbage and pungent urine.

Damn it!

If it weren't for the collection of fresh flesh, she hadn't planned to come to the city, and the information provided by that guy almost caused her to get into a big mess and couldn't get out. The cloak on her body had been reduced to rags in the battle with the ascetic, and Monica thought about her adjusted plan of action as she recalled His Majesty's confession to Eddie.

She gradually returned to the appearance of an ordinary human girl, and the torn clothes on her body made her somewhat inevitably gone, but she didn't care too much, her steps were fast, her feet stepped in the muddy potholes in the alleyway, splashing a puff of water mixed with all kinds of debris, maybe it was not appropriate to call it a splash, the brown and black color looked more like a lump of mud.

"Miss, are you in trouble? Need help? ”

She was wandering in her hurried footsteps when she suddenly heard the voice of a young man, and she looked up at the voice, the man was standing at the corner of the alleyway, he was wearing a rain-proof animal skin cloak, his face was shrouded in shadow, except for the bearded chin and lips, the rest of which was not clear.

Cloak?

Monica's red eyes rolled suddenly, and she suddenly felt that she was not dressed like this, and she looked at the man's hooded fur cloak—and after a quick glance of her eyes, she did not see a figure nearby, and she ran towards the man with a nervous and frightened expression.

"Sir, help me!"

Monica's girlish voice is as tactful as a yellow warbler, an ordinary man, once he hears this voice, his heart is almost melting. But Monica didn't realize that the man on the other side had known her true identity, and she squeezed out tears and pretended to be pitiful, while secretly observing the man, ready to kill this bastard-

Yes, this man is indeed an out-and-out bastard.

Monica, who was in the form of a human girl, with a delicate face and a graceful figure that was convex and backward, noticed that the man was staring at those white bulges, secretly swallowing saliva, and her heart couldn't help but be extremely angry. She had only planned to snatch the guy from his cloak, but now, she had changed her mind: she had decided to slaughter the bastard.

This man did not have the slightest fluctuation of strength in his body. 10 steps, 5 steps, 3 steps......

She's getting closer!

The white peaks swayed up and down, with a striking blush on them—Glo couldn't help but roll his throat, and as a young man with normal physiology and vigorous yang energy, he felt a heat rise within his body. In the sleeve of the wide cloak, the stabbing sword [Justice of Justice] hidden against his arm suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness, and he bit the tip of his tongue and immediately regained his due calm.

This is a Dill deceased. Although it has a glamorous appearance, in essence, it is just a pink skeleton.