In the night, the juxtaposition of bright red marks is the afterimage of the vampire's fingertips. The radial spread of glass points of light is the rubrum of the cherubim that is constantly shattered, and the fragments of armor are getting more and more fragmented!

Other than that, nothing was visible, and the two seemed to be crumpled together between the afterimages, unable to break down.

It's just that on the black earth, the frequent splashing of bright red blood is a reminder of the progress of the battle.

This blood belongs to the vampire Zack.

A halo of vague brilliance suddenly erupted from Cherubim's body, and the thick fingers of his right palm that kept moving in the air injected countless points of light into the halo that crashed into the vampire!

Zach's arms were already in tatters, and his pale skin was covered in blood and lacerations. Look at the wounds that are constantly being produced and healed, and they are all caught by the vampires themselves!

Zack's curled palms converged and wrapped around his shoulders the moment the halo appeared! Sharp fingertips were embedded directly into the muscles on his shoulders! Under the grinning lips, next to the sharp teeth, the corners of the vampire's mouth ripped apart by the smile rose!

The cherubim had already begun to try to push away the entangled vampires, trying to distance themselves!

The fingers embedded in the flesh arched suddenly! The vampire seemed to be making a bigger wound, drawing more blood!

In the chilling sound of muscle tearing, five bright red blood stains on Zack's left and right sides pulled out under the traction of the arm that opened forward! Crash into the oncoming glass halo!

Like drops of water touching a red-hot soldering iron, a piercing screech sounded! But it wasn't the blood of a vampire that vanished at this point. It's the halo of misty light, as if the colorful snow is invaded by the hot red hot water!

The colored streamer was just like being attracted, pulled into the blood beads of the projectile invasion! The halo that was supposed to push Zach back, was already shattered by the time the vampire crashed in, and had no effect!

After the shattered and dissolved halo, the cherubim's body was no longer protected by a wrinkled, yellowed skin. Attached to a wide skeleton. The calloused fingers were still moving, trying to ......

Cha!

Zach's fingers together pierced the right palm of the cherubim standing in front of him! On the back of the hand!

"This hand!" Zach's face pressed to the cherubim, "it's too much of a hindrance!"

The cherubim's palm, which had been pierced by Zach, began to become transparent at this moment! It seemed to be a bright red and domineering color of the cherubim that belonged to the blood! Colorful streamers suddenly lit up on the entire arm! As if uncontrollably, they poured into the wound in the palm contaminated with vampire blood!

The intact palm pressed against Zack's chest, and Zach did not resist. With a chuckle, Ren Cherub pushed himself away!

It was only at this point that the chaotic battle scene became clear!

Compared to the violence of the first contact, this time, Zach was only pushed back two steps slowly, stretching his somewhat sore body, tilting his head sideways, and looking at the tattered sleeves with regret.

The opposite cherubim touched the ground on one knee after pushing Zach away. His entire right arm resembles a prosthetic leg made of glass. Stiff hanging on the side of the body! In the transparent arm, after the initial burst of brilliance was swallowed up by the wound in the palm of the palm, there were now only sparse points of light. Dragging the winding streamer, struggling to be pulled by the remaining vampire blood in the wound in the palm of the hand!

And this trend is spreading, and at the shoulders where the arms meet the torso, the colored streamers are being pulled by an invisible force, detached from the body, and pulled into the arms. 'Reluctantly' turned his elbow and was devoured by the bright red blood!

Zach's gaze scanned the empty cemetery. Seeing that his blood was spilled everywhere, he shook his head helplessly. Finally, he spotted a metal wine bottle in the half-hidden soil, and he was in a good mood and ignored the object of the battle for a while, and walked towards the wine bottle.

The vampire bent down to pick up the bottle and shook it, satisfied with a sense of heaviness. He unscrewed the bottle and gulped it down.

In the quiet cemetery, the sound of vampires swallowing is especially clear. Soon, the voice had a hint of companionship.

Click!

The crisp cracking sound caught Zack's attention, and the vampire licked the blood from the corner of his mouth without wasting it, smiling at the cherubim.

Black cracks spread across the right arm of the cherubim, which was already as transparent as glass, and the cherubim was half-kneeling on the ground, his thin left hand grasping at his useless, completely burdened right hand.

Click!

Transparent shards scattered at the cherubim's side!

Zach smiled and regretted that the other party didn't give him more time to find a supplement, "Okay, second round." ”

Pale skin, freshly healed wounds embedded in sharp fingertips once more! The vampire's body turned into a blur again in the moonlight, rushing towards the barely standing cherubim......

The flames, different from the ones we know well, are what Crowley calls the flames of judgment in hellfire, and the flames that torture souls erupt in the graveyard.

Of course, cherubim had no choice, did he? his shield had shattered and vanished under the onslaught of Crowley's angelic form, demonic form, and Zach. His magical right hand, which was able to transform the invisible into a tangible one, had been abandoned by himself, and the ancient creature had run out of tricks.

The hidden pain from the depths of his already decaying soul made Zach frown. The flame didn't make Zach unbearable, but it made people unconsciously irritable!

The vampire didn't want the scene to be so 'tragic', but this little irritability made Zach focus on his left hand, which could release flames!

It's as if the previous scene is an upgraded repetition.

Instead of letting the cherubim push away his hand that had pierced his opponent's left arm, the vampire stepped back on his own.

The cherubim fell to his knees with his head bowed, his left arm sucked into the wound contaminated with vampire blood after a sudden burst of colored light. It was as if the left arm of the glass object hung stiffly on his side, if it weren't for the mud stained on his body, and the black mud stain on the transparent left arm, this transparent limb would not have a little real feeling.

The vampire's gaze drifted away again, searching for his own bottle in the darkness of the night.

The sound of Suosuo's friction was heard in the graveyard, which had been silenced for a while, and the huge skeleton of Sen Bai was slowly pulled up on top of a beautiful body with terrible scars all over its body. Crowley's long, dirt-stained blonde hair slid across the ground and raised.

The red veins began to grow from the fallen angel's back, slowly covering her bone wings. The textured skin recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the quivering fluff and newborn feathers gradually hide the white skeleton.

Crowley's face was expressionless, and she coldly picked up a bottle of wine beside her and threw it at the vampire, but her own eyes were on Seth, who had been standing in the distance.

Zach catches the bottle, unscrews it, and refills. Smiling at the cherubim who was slowly standing up, "Now, he still has strength, and I think we can come to the third round." ”

At the junction of cherubim's shoulders, the streamer of transparent left arm sucks. The cherubim no longer had his right hand to wield and destroy the left arm that was eating away at his power.

Crowley stood up, her wings behind her shoulders still a little uncomfortable, trembling slightly. She turned to look at the cherubim, who was standing on his feet, "You lost." ”

The cherubim did not speak, but kept his head down, his gaze not on anyone, but on the land in front of him without emotion. This is not acquiescence, nor is it resistance.

Zach raised an eyebrow and stopped fighting.

Crowley walked over to Seth, dirt-tainted hand outstretched, "Weapon, witcher." ”

Seth frowned, he didn't know what mood to use right now. The purpose of this battle is only one, to make the cherubim disappear, because the cherubim are a threat to all the demons that walk in the world, and there is no choice. However, under the reminder of the vampire Zack, consciously or unconsciously, Seth realizes that the battle here is nothing more than a re-enactment of history, a continuation and rewriting of the religious history created by ancient beliefs.

The intricately engraved dagger was handed to Crowley, whose brow furrowed at the touch of the soul-destroying weapon, a hint of disgust on her face. The affection was fleeting, and she turned and walked towards the motionless cherubim.

"You. The cherubim's face was slightly raised, his face was pale, and his eyes were still cloudy, "Are you here to give me the final blow?" ”

"No, former comrades-in-arms. Crowley stared at the dagger in her hand, "I'm here to deliver the final blow to enemies who are opposed by different beliefs." ”

The cherubim closed his eyes and seemed to agree.

When the silver dagger touched the cherubim's throat, the cherubim's lips opened and closed as if to say something.

Zach squinted and frowned, his vision illuminated by a flicker of scorching red.

The black-gray edges of ash, surrounded by bright red scorching marks, fluttered around Crowley's body. The huge black wings trembled slightly, and the air currents swept away the traces of the cherubim.

The moment of silence vanished as the moonlight took over the space again, and Crowley turned, a silver streamer thrown out of her hand and streaked at Seth in the distance.

Crowley didn't want to hold the 'butcher's knife' anymore.

"Send Mike back. Crowley's outstretched wings spoke to Zach as she pressed down on the ground.

It's over.

Zach looked at Crowley, who had disappeared in the moonlight in a moment, and shook his head. He turned his head to look at Seth, who seemed to be shaking his head with a dagger, and a smile appeared on his face, "What are you still standing for? Your day's vacation is over." Now, I can return you to the 'General' in good condition. ”

Zach really has no flaws.

The wagon restarted and went straight into the North End, dropping off Mike with a stack of books and countless pastries at Mary's Chapel and Seth at the Southeast. Zach couldn't wait to step on the gas pedal and head to the South End, he needed to get back to the Grand House quickly.

In a world where everyone belongs, vampires tug at their belongings tightly. 'Alone', this is the real hell of vampires. (To be continued)