Without warning, without any sound, it was as if the young man had emerged from the void. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just one way of appearing makes the likes of Aras and Martin, who are already afraid of the name of the Bloodline, despair.

Even Adam didn't see exactly how the Bloods appeared in the camp, he only sensed the aura of darkness descending, and then a figure appeared in the camp.

"Good evening, gentlemen." The handsome blood clan performed a meeting etiquette between nobles, and appeared polite.

"Jerome of the Johnson family has met you, especially this young mage who is very good at white magic, and I am amazed by your performance. If you can bring your head back to the castle, trust me, it will definitely be the most exquisite trophy. ”

The magnetic voice of the Blood, named Jerome, spread through the camp, and the tone was very soft, like the whisper of a lover, but the content was chilling.

"And this chubby merchant gentleman, I've finally found you!"

Just one sentence made Martin, who was already so scared, tremble, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

"But before I deal with you, I think this Mr. Mage would prefer to say hello to me." When Jerome finished saying this, his entire body gradually dissipated.

The next moment, his body had appeared less than a meter away from Adam, and a palm stretched out towards Adam's chest.

Although Adam had already focused all his attention when the Bloodclan entered the camp, he still didn't react for a while in the face of the Bloodclan's elusive attack.

However, the militia who had been guarding Adam's side reacted and protected Adam behind him while stabbing the trident in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of Jerome of the Blood Clan reappeared at the gate of the camp, this time with a bloody heart in his hand, which belonged to the militia just now.

The militiamen who had lost their hearts fell to the ground, but the remaining six militiamen clenched the trident in their hands without the slightest fear, and protected Adam in the middle.

Despite knowing that Fawkes had lost only a body that carried consciousness, Adam felt uncomfortable.

Completely different from the feeling of losing a class in the game, facing the bloody facts, while feeling guilty at the same time, Adam really realized for the first time that this is a real world, and if he is careless, the loss is not as simple as the seemingly class.

Throwing the heart in his hand to the ground, Jerome had a mocking smile on his face.

"I seem to sense the anger in you, but it doesn't work. Let me think about it, one of the mages who offended our Johnson family last time was transformed into the lowest blood slave by the elders of the family, and finally put to death in the scorching sun. I forgot to tell you that he's a white mage just like you. ”

Everyone in the camp was horrified by the attack of the Blood Clan's Jerome.

In all fairness, if the Bloodline's target was themselves just now, the end would not be much better. When they thought about it, they sadly found that what little faith they had left seemed to be gone.

Even the middle-aged mage of the Martin caravan secretly prayed in his heart that the power of all the people in the combined camp could escape from the hands of this terrible bloodline.

But when he thought of the strength of the Bronze Rank of the Blood Clan and the great name of the Blood Clan, despair engulfed him little by little.

For Adam, a good white mage, Jerome didn't intend to kill him in the first place.

He had heard that in the human kingdom, butchers would keep lambs running before slaughtering them, and it was said that the meat of the lambs was more delicious when slaughtered. Human beings are the same, provoking him, humiliating him, torturing him, struggling with anger, unwillingness, and despair before dying, only such blood is more sweet.

If the subject is a young and beautiful virgin, the taste of blood is definitely sweeter.

However, to Jerome's surprise, the young mage did not impulsively strike immediately, only to see him show a sad expression, and stretched out his hands as if to touch the dead warrior who had fallen to the ground.

Ha, what's the use of being sad? But what happened next left Jerome's eyes wide.

The body of the warrior who had lost his heart suddenly disappeared, and if it weren't for the fact that there was a pool of blood on the ground, and a heart not far from him, Jerome would have thought that everything just now was an illusion, that the warrior had never existed at all.

A great curiosity and fear of the unknown made Jerome uncomfortable. Not only Jerome, but also the people in the camp were surprised, or rather shocked.

Only Adam felt it, and the moment the militiaman's body returned to the sanctuary space, it turned into a puff of light and spread out.

Laughing dryly, Jerome calmed himself down, he was just a white mage of the black iron rank, there was nothing to make a fuss about, everything just now was just a trick.

After comforting himself in this way, Jerome pretended not to care at all and said, "I don't care what tricks you're playing, but noble Johnson should be serious." ”

When he finished saying this, his body disappeared again as it had just been.

This time, Adam finally felt it. Jerome wasn't using any magic, but he was moving at a terrifying speed, which, combined with the dim light of the camp and the way he preemptively appeared, made it look as if he could appear in another place at any time.

If it's daylight, he's just moving faster.

"Shane!" Adam spat out a name, and seven holy lights appeared in front of the militia in a line, and when the holy light dissipated, seven marshmallow-like spherical creatures floated in the air, which were none other than the seven light spirits that Adam had summoned from the sanctuary space.

When the Holy Light appeared, Jerome subconsciously stopped moving, and he had seen the fate of the vampire who had been shrouded in the Holy Light just now.

Although he felt disdain for Adam's light in his heart, his body was very loyal to the instinct to stop, which made him feel a little ashamed. The members of the noble and great Johnson family were actually frightened by the white magic of a human.

Under Jerome's vigilant gaze and the others' curious gaze, seven spirits of light circled around Adam and the six militiamen. At the same time, seven rays of light emerged from the bright round body and landed in front of Adam and the militia, turning into shields made of bright energy.

Templar Spells, Holy Shields!

If you use this spell at the beginning, you don't have to lose a militia.

Adam reflected in his mind for a moment, then put it all behind him, and now killing the Bloodclan was the most important thing. Now it's time to fight back.

"May the Light bless you, Mr. Jerome." When Adam said this, Arras swore that he was in the holiest temple of God.

But God knows, he'd never been to any god's temple, but he just felt it.

In fact, not only Arras, who was standing next to Adam, but also the adventurers and Martin and others in the camp also felt this way, as if they had met the most pious priest preaching, and they couldn't help but make people bow down.

What the? Jerome didn't even know what it meant, but he knew right away what it meant.

A flash of light shot out of Adam's hands, and Jerome tried to dodge when he saw the light appear in Adam's hands.

The speed of the Bloodline is fast, but the speed of light is even faster. Just before the body could complete the dodge command, a complete healing technique had already fallen on his body.

Just a few minutes ago, the two vampires had been purified by this holy light.

Now it was Jerome's turn to feel as if his body was no longer his own, and the light penetrated into his body from every pore of his body, causing the most violent reaction. He had to close his eyes and cover his face tightly, he had a hunch that if he didn't do so, his eyes would disappear completely in the light.

Jerome finally couldn't hold back the sharp pain coming from his body, and screamed miserably, comparable to the howl of the vampire before him.

The clothes on his back were torn apart, and a pair of bat-winged wings stretched out from his back. Shrouded in holy light, Jerome finally showed his most powerful fighting form.