The scientific name of an innate ability consists of a subject word and a suffix noun that describes its manifestation.

Ferrandon's natural ability is "Blood Fury", a talent scientifically known as "Blood Fury", which proves that her bloodline is indeed tainted by the vampire clan, and the effect of this talent in reality is not the grace of the dark nobles walking under the night, but rather makes people feel directly wild and terrifying.

Just like at this moment, in front of the closed iron door, when the three dagger-wielding Nightspawn killers only blinked their eyes for a moment, they suddenly noticed that Ferrandon lowered his head and his hands were claw-like and his fingers were terrifying, giving them an intuitive and intense killing intent, as if they were not facing a tavern bartender, but a beast that was about to be provoked by them.

The red-haired girl looked up suddenly.

The blood in Ferrandon's eyes widened further, completely occupying the sparkle of reason in her pupils. The claws of blood clotted appeared on her ten fingers again, and she leaned forward in the face of the three Nightspawn killers, and suddenly lunged forward, bouncing at one of the enemies in front of her like a cheetah that had caught the back of its prey.

Her body was as fast as an arrow in midair.

The Nightspawn Killer who had been attacked by her immediately raised his head, taking a step back and raising the dagger in his hand, attempting to stab her throat with the force of the girl's pounce.

In the next second, the sound of the tip of the knife stabbing through the flesh reached his ears as he wished.

However, the Nightspawn killer was horrified to find that Ferrandon had put his throat against the dagger in his hand and threw him to the ground. The moment she landed, the red-haired girl sharpened her teeth and raised her claws, both of which had turned into claws, and aimed them at his face in a frenzied tear.

The killer's consciousness then left his body. His head tilted to the side, revealing an unrecognizable face beneath his shredded hood, causing the other two Nightspawn killers next to him to shudder as they reacted.

The remaining two killers suddenly became vigilant. Glaring at the red-haired girl who had pounced on their companion who had died tragically, he saw the latter seem to confirm the death of their companion, and then turned his frenzied face to watch the two of them slowly stand up.

As she got up, the girl brutally pulled out the dagger that had been stabbed into her throat, and at first a bunch of blood burst out of the gap in her neck. But the wound healed after about two seconds as the blade embedded in the flesh was squeezed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With her current crazy appearance, the image of the girl fell into the eyes of the two remaining killers, and it was like a ......

“…… Monster. The killer, who had gotten a little closer to Ferrandon, shuddered and stepped back, looked down at his tragically dead companion, and swallowed in fear.

But of course, the battle continues.

Ferrandon's blood-red eyes were open like murderous beasts sticking out the tip of its tongue to lick two drops of blood splashed at the corners of her mouth, followed by another movement at her feet, and pounced on the second prey in her eyes.

The two Nightspawn killers immediately dodged on either side of the platform, their remarkable agility helping them to dodge Ferrandon's claws and whirring wind this time.

The red-haired blood-descended girl crouched down on the floor of the platform with the momentum of the impact the moment she landed.

The killer who was close to Ferrandon twitched out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly feeling that the girl's back was full of flaws, he then selectively forgot the death of his companion just now, turned around and raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed the girl in the back of the head.

As long as she uses a little more force this time, this monster-like woman will inevitably die the moment her brain is destroyed! -- He encouraged himself fiercely in his heart.

However, Ferrandon's body, which was still crouching in front of him, blurred for a moment, and then disappeared from his eyes as if turning into a shadow.

"Shadow Attack!" The Nightspawn Killer immediately lost his voice and called out the name of the skill Ferrandon had unleashed.

A second-order skill that thieves can only learn after advancing to an assassin, why can this woman also use it?!

Mo Fei, as a member of the Brotherhood of Thieves, the other party is not only a second-order professional. And the path of advancement that he has chosen for his rogue profession is also an assassin?! -- and he was immediately amazed in his heart.

At that moment, the killer's companion yelled at him with wide eyes, "Idiot. Behind you! ”

“！” The Nightspawn Slayer, who attempted to turn Ferrandon on his back, quickly turned his head behind him at the reminder of his companion.

The moment he turned his head, his gaze hidden under the hood immediately collided with Ferrandon's red eyes that looked like they were about to drip blood, and at the same time, he felt a terrifying sharp pain in his chest.

The Nightspawn Slayer's eyes bulged out suddenly, and a line of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he lowered his head in a daze, seeing the girl's clawed right hand mercilessly pierce his chest. And pinched his heart tightly.

The fear of dying didn't haunt him for long—the red-haired girl forcibly pulled the killer's heart out of his chest with an expressionless face, and a large amount of blood immediately "poofed" like a fountain rushing out of his chest, his eyes rolled under the hood, and his unconscious body then weakly loosened its grip on the dagger's five fingers and fell.

Defeating the second enemy, Ferrandon glanced down at the heart in her hand. Then, as if throwing garbage, he tossed the last of his beating to his feet, and continued to walk slowly towards the last of the Nightborn Slayers.

"Don't... Stay back! In the face of the red-haired girl who overwhelmingly tortured and killed two of her companions, the last remaining Nightspawn Killer finally felt his will begin to crumble, and his legs under the black cloak retreated without choice, now acting like a lamb trembling in the face of a fierce beast, "Monster... You monster! Who the hell are you?! ”

Ferrandon didn't answer him, just stared at him, and continued to approach him step by step.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you have the same eyes as ours, if not even more scarlet...... Could it be?! Suddenly, he finally noticed that the pupils in the girl's eye sockets were more scarlet than the eyes he was hiding under the hood, and the killer, who was a little broken in his heart, felt that he had guessed something, and subconsciously raised his finger and pointed at the girl's eyebrows tremblingly, "Could it be that you are also a vampire like Lord Gascol?!" ”

"Gascol?" Ferrandon stopped at his feet, and it was very rare to be able to maintain a little rationality in a state of madness.

She looked the killer into the killer's eyes with her terrifying scarlet eyes, causing the latter to grit his teeth and gasp.

Then, as if misunderstood from her words, the last remaining Nightspawn Slayer gasped, plucked up the courage to look the girl in the eye, hesitated for a moment, and then pleaded, "Please wait, Miss Vampire." Please spare me, please...... I know what you might want information about, whether it's the deal between Lord Singler and Lord Gascol, or the news that our organization has received a gift from your circle...... As long as you go around my life, these things can be told to you! ”

As the words fell, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and gambled away the dagger in his hand, expressing to Ferrandon his determination to defect and betray the Order.

The psychological quality of this Nightborn Assassin was obviously not up to the level that his other companions possessed, and if his Night Mother really found out that he had been mixed into the Killer Organization that believed in him, he would not know how he would feel.

"Miss Vampire?" After a while, the killer, who had no intention of fighting at all, saw that the red-haired girl was just staring at him and did not reply, and he suddenly spoke again with a little nervousness.

However, a second after his words fell, Ferrandon's icy gaze swept over his face, and then-

"Poof—"

The claws of the blood clotted drove the arm through the chest, and the blood squeezed between the flesh and the internal organs with a loud sound.

"Hmm...... You?! The killer stared incredulously at the girl who had moved in front of him.

Obviously, while it's unclear why Ferrandon didn't choose to keep him as a captive in order to extract more information from his mouth, the Nightspawn Slayer's plan to protect himself seems to have failed. (To be continued.) )