At this point, the battle in front of the iron door leading to the roof of the tavern was over.

Ferrandon calmly pulled the hand that pierced the killer's chest from his enemy's body, and watched as the hood covering his face lifted as he fell down, revealing his blood-red pupils with a frightened look, and finally lay down on the ground with a heavy "thud", not moving again.

Confirming that the other party was lying on the ground obediently, Ferrandon raised the hand she had just used to kill the other party and put it in front, driven by an instinctive impulse, she couldn't help but stretch out the tip of her tongue and gently dip it into the blood stained on her fingers. When the taste of blood was transmitted to her perceptual nerves through the tip of her tongue, her eyes froze, as if she suddenly remembered that she was not a real vampire, and then closed her mouth in disgust to examine her blood-stained finger, then gritted her teeth and shook her head, raised her chin and slowly closed her eyes.

After slowly opening her eyes, as the blood-colored halo in her eyes gradually faded, she took the initiative to relieve her of the frenzy on her body, and a feeling of fatigue and sleepiness then became irresistible and entangled her.

"Blood Fury" is a talent ability that requires the Awakened Talent to be activated before it can continue to make the Awakened Talent Keeper go berserk. In a state of madness, Ferrandon's physical potential will be temporarily ****** to the maximum extent due to her tainted bloodline, and her three attributes of strength, agility and physique will be greatly enhanced, but the other three attributes of perception, intelligence and charm will also be greatly reduced, not only will the whole person behave like a madman completely dominated by animal nature during the battle, but also fall into an inevitable period of weakness for a period of time after the talent effect ends.

This is also why, she always uses her natural abilities with extreme caution.

Due to weakness, Ferrandon's legs went limp, and he lay down on the floor of the platform. His eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling above, his mind recalling the night he and Arroyo fled the village five years ago.

She remembered that on the run, Arroyo looked at herself like the Nightspawn Slayer, an ugly monster herself, though she was grateful. But it's more of a biological instinct for fear.

She still remembers the look on the thief youth's face at that time.

"Probably, this is the curse......" Looking at the ceiling for a few seconds, she felt her vision blur and her hearing gradually fade away, and she smiled bitterly, ready to close her eyes like this, and fall asleep for a while in obedience to her body's protest.

And yet, at this moment-

"It's not over yet...... You stinky ****! The familiar voice reached the girl's ears with a sense of struggle and viciousness.

Ferrandon's consciousness, which had already intended to sleep for the time being, suddenly shuddered. She overcame her weariness and opened her eyes wide, only to realize that the last Nightspawn Slayer, who was supposed to have died at her hands, wasn't dead. Instead, he rose from the ground at this moment, hunched over his waist and moved to the side of his fallen body with a dagger in his hand, looking down at himself with a gaze full of resentment and murderous intent.

The killer's eyes lit up with a scarlet halo again, his chest still open, and the bloody cavity revealed several broken ribs and the heart that was barely beating with some terrible force, even though it was half mutilated.

His appearance was as terrifying as a zombie in the undead species. Although Ferrandon knew that this guy was just barely breathing, she was helpless that her own state at this time was even weaker due to the side effects of the end of the blood rage. You can't just move one arm to support your body and get up from the ground.

At that moment, she thought that her cursed life was about to end in this way.

So the red-haired girl, whose blood was polluted, chose to close her eyes. Waiting for that moment to come,

However, faster than the killer swung his dagger, there was the sound of an iron door being slammed open - the iron door that Ferrandon had locked for Arroyo with a "bang" at this juncture, and the figure of the young thief followed closely behind the door, and the roof door on the roof of the tavern rushed out.

The change in reality was so abrupt that the Nightspawn Killer, who was struggling to kill Ferrandon, looked up with wide eyes in surprise, and saw Arroyo clenching what looked like a crowbar in his hand, thrusting into his already badly damaged chest with the momentum of a sprint.

"Hmm-!" The killer immediately let out a scream.

Arroyo kept his eyes on the guy who almost killed Ferrandon. Twisting his teeth, he squeezed the crowbar in his hand into the opponent's chest a little more, until he saw that the opponent's eyes were completely white, and he fell to the ground again, and then he gasped for two breaths with a nervous feeling and let go of his hands holding the crowbar. Hurriedly turned around and crouched down beside Ferrandon.

"Ferrandon!" He leaned down and put his hand around the girl's limp waist, bringing the latter's cheek close to his eyes.

"Arroyo?" Vaguely able to hear the words of the thief youth, the girl tiredly supported her hazy eyes to look at the young man's face, and the blood-stained cherry lips opened and closed slightly, "Ah, fortunately, my appearance has changed back...... But speaking of which, why don't you wait for me a little longer? I can solve all this alone......"

Of course, Arroyo could hear that the girl she knew was nothing more than a sophistry.

He knew that she was like this in the past, obviously her strength was limited, but she was always so arrogant, she liked to be strong where she could see, and sometimes she was stupid like a cute idiot.

“…… I should have pried open that damn door sooner. So, with a choking in his throat, he looked at the girl's half-open eyes, and then couldn't help but take the latter into his arms.

Ferrandon leaned feebly back on Arroyo's shoulder, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

"I thought you were going to be scared away again." She suddenly mentioned casually, "It's like five years ago." ”

"But now is the present." Arroyo took her into his arms and hugged her tightly, and his words were more determined than ever, "At least...... Now, you can count on me. ”

"Hmm...... Then let you rely on me for a while. A smile of relief tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she closed her eyes in the smile, and a faint flow of breath slowly emanated from her nose.

In this way, she leaned on the young man's shoulder and fell asleep.

In the midst of dreams, there is a small happiness.

……

"Where did you get that sword?" Out of the corner of his eye, Raymond glanced at his companion beside him.

"When I was downstairs, someone died at my feet, so I picked up his sword." Locke's hands were held in front of him by the sword he had clenched at the hilt, and his heart was full of nervousness in answering Raymond's casual question, "But now is not the time to talk about that, friend. ”

As the words fell, the young man who claimed to be a scholar did not dare to distract himself from any superfluous gossip with the future Sword Saint, and instead focused all his attention on the confrontation with the five black-robed men in front of him with hooded and red eyes.

He and Raymond each held a sword and faced off with the five Nightspawn killers who rushed up the stairs, and the half-elf girl protected by the two of them stood behind them with clenched little fists. Although the confrontation situation has not been broken for a while, both Raymond and Locke know that it is like a brief peace before the beasts pounce on each other and bite each other.

Just as a venomous snake with its head held high and spitting out a flaw in its prey, it will attack in an instant, and the calm before the storm is only a temporary illusion.

"Brother Raymond......" Tina grabbed the sleeve around her wrist and looked at the back of the swordsman youth.

The atmosphere was chillingly quiet.

The sight in Raymond's two eyes was to be used to guard against the enemy, although he heard the little girl's voice worried about him, but for a while he didn't dare to turn around and sell the flaw in the back of his head directly to the enemy.

“…… Don't be afraid. So, after a second of silence, he turned his back to the little girl and comforted the latter in a calm and confident voice, "I'm here, so don't be afraid." ”

At this time, as if seizing the opportunity for the swordsman youth to speak out loud with a little concentration, the bodies of the five Night Spawn killers moved in unison, and the next second they had disappeared from the spot.

"Raymond!" Locke immediately realized that the enemy had attacked.

The future Sword Master's eyes widened at the same time, and an instinct cultivated from the battle prompted him to move his right foot and take a small step back, and immediately raised the curved sword in his hand in front of him.

"Boom-"

Immediately, the sharp blade of the dagger hit the side blade of the curved sword near the gauntlet in the next second, and a crisp and sharp sound erupted. (To be continued.) )