Countless bats condensed the body of Count Iskar in the clearing, and he ran in the streets in panic all day long, drenched in torrential rain.

He shouted to his knights and crusaders as he frantically questioned in his mind, "Demon, get out of here!"

"You're deceiving me, you said that the power you gave me was the third order of the middle order, but why can't I even beat a mere first-order witcher!"

The demon's cold voice replied with obvious banter and teasing, "Are you questioning me, the great, supreme vampire Grand Duke?"

The third order of the middle sequence is indeed the rank of the Grand Duke.

Further on, there have been no high-order vampires in the human world, so there is no way to trace it.

The demon's playful voice was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the anger of Count Iskar, and he tried to calm himself down, saying, "I didn't question you, I just can't accept this fact. ”

The demon lazily replied, "Oh—to be honest, that's a bit of a surprise to me, and though you're just a piece of shit, I'm surprised that the witcher can do that. Iska, I'm already thinking about whether to change a spokesperson. ”

"No, absolutely not!"

As if he had lost his life, Count Iskar said in a panic, "I am irreplaceable! That fellow is just a lonely witcher, how can he sacrifice so many souls for you like me?"

"Hmm—it seems to be. Iska has once again succeeded in convincing me. What, do you want me to save you? The witchers are almost here!"

The demon's voice was unhurried, like a spoonful of boiling oil, poured on the heart of Count Iskar's burning with rage.

But he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Three thousand souls! As long as you help me kill those two demon hunters, I will sacrifice three thousand souls to you in the next big battle. ”

"Deal!"

The moment the demon's cold voice rang out.

Throughout the camp, all the crusader soldiers and knights had scarlet colors flashing in front of their eyes.

More or less on their body surface, there are more or less growths such as bone spurs, tentacles, and lumps, and the demonic power has already silently eroded their bodies, making them invincible on the battlefield.

Armed with weapons and armor in hand, they left their barracks in an orderly manner and converged towards Count Iskar.

The white smock fluttered in the night wind, like a banner of God fluttering in the heretical world.

Both the soldiers, and the horses in their robes and chain mail, stood silently as if they were machines, their consciousness temporarily erased.

But this is not permanent, as long as the battle is over, their consciousness will be returned.

This is by no means the generosity of the demons, but the demons also hope that this army can hunt more souls for him.

As for the great part of it to be sacrificed to the rulers of the eternal abyss as a wedding garment?

So what!

He himself is digging the corner of the abyss of eternal day, and no matter how much he eats, he will make a sure profit.

Surrounded by soldiers, Count Iskar finally felt a little safe.

The whole world was silent, but at this moment, a bright full moon reappeared in the gloomy sky.

The scorching silver glow fell on the earth, reflecting the white splendor on the moist surface.

The sight was enough to inspire the bard, but the Count of Iskar instinctively felt a haunting sense of danger.

Under the full moon, vampires can also get bonuses, but tonight's full moon seems to be full of hostility towards him!

He could clearly see the moonlight resting in front of him, distinct from his pale skin, not bathing him in the slightest.

It seems that even this full moon can't wait for him to die immediately!

Click-Click

The sound of cold horses' hooves beat like a drum beat on the heart of Count Iskar.

A knight dressed in black scale armor and riding a white war horse covered with a layer of ice slowly walked out of the darkness and stopped in front of the waiting army.

The moment the four hooves of the snow stepped into the mud, the edge of the horse's hooves was covered with a layer of spreading hoarfrost.

The knight looked coldly at Count Iska, who was heavily protected by the soldiers, and made a decapitation gesture at the neck.

"You can't run!"

With such a distance, Count Iskar naturally couldn't hear what Leon said, but he was still startled by his movements, and took several steps back.

This self-proclaimed son of destiny, the chosen emperor of God, came across a man for the first time who had cut off all his courage and ambition with a single sword.

In the sky, a mighty dragon roar sounded.

The dragon fluttered its wings, with a winter chill, swooping down towards the ground.

From its mouth, it spewed out a deadly winter dragon's breath, instantly freezing an entire row of crusader soldiers.

But the Crusader soldiers did not show the slightest fear in the face of this legendary creature, and they drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows were haunted by a turquoise hue, and the poison from the abyss made these arrows even if they hit the sequence, they could have a certain degree of lethal effect.

"Rhaegar!"

Leon raised his hand, and Rhaegar's huge body suddenly turned into a white light, falling from the sky and rushing directly into Leang's body.

At the same time, under the four hooves of the self-shining snow, the solidified hoarfrost spreads in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye - >>

And go.

This is the ability of the Hunter Demon - [Master Horseman].

Leon's voice did not carry the slightest emotion, like the low temperature that had dropped to freezing point in the polar regions, "Whoever stands in my way, die!"

He no longer cares if he hurts the innocent, if he angers the church.

The caution of daily life was all forgotten by him at this moment.

At the moment, he just wants revenge!

Inherited from the evil spirit Catarina's resentment and ice, combined with the power of resentment that has lingered here for a long time, catalyzed by the hatred and anger in Leon's heart, and blessed by the power of winter in Rhaegara's body, the rain falling in the sky turned into goose feathers at this moment.

An overwhelming white mist of extreme cold surged out from the cracks in Li Ang's armor.

The crusader soldiers, who were swept by the white mist, suddenly froze in place, like ice sculptures, and did not make the slightest movement.

Under the panicked gaze of Count Iskar, Leon rode on the snow, like a silent killing machine, smashing a shattered blood-colored ice sculpture and killing him.

Iris shields, spears, riding spears, hook sickles

Countless weapons and soldiers in strong armor could not stop him from advancing in the slightest.

His blade slammed through the entire array, making the black-armored knight finally come to him.

Keng——

The Sword of Victory severed the razor-sharp claws of Count Iskar.

Panic and horror filled the heart of the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan.

He dodged weakly, and the spells were frequent, but the other party was like a machine without consciousness and pain, carrying a thousand acres of moonlight, and slashed the blade in his hand towards him again.

One time!

Twice!

Three clicks!

No matter how Count Iskar dodged, the black-armored knights followed him as if they were a prophet.

He was like a ghost, and the strings of Count Iskar's tense heart snapped quickly.

"Please, don't kill me!"

"Whatever you want, I will give it to you, gold and silver treasures, lord fame and fortune, we can join forces!"

He raised his voice, learning the demon's usual methods to bewitch the menacing black-armored knight.

However, there is not the slightest meaning.

The silent black-armored knight is simply a vengeful spirit from hell, and there is no possibility of forgiveness and anger.

The demon's taunting voice rang in Iska's ears, "It's ugly, Iska. ”

"You should already know what your fate will be. Therefore, before dying, why not simply show the slightest generosity to die. ”

"So humble and ugly, really worthy of calling yourself the Chosen One?"

Count Iskar roared madly, "Help me, demon, as long as you save me, I can give you whatever you want!"

The demon's disdainful voice sounded, "It's too late, it's too late to fall into such a situation, except for the high sequence, it's hard to stop him." It's time for our contract to come to an end. ”

Immediately, Count Iskar felt as if something was permanently missing from his body, and his body quickly festered, and the power of the blood clan was stripped away with the interruption of the contract.

Now, he's just an ordinary human being eroded by magic.

He was abandoned.

After the pseudo-strong who was given it lost the favor of the superior, everything fell apart in an instant, like a tall building that dug up the foundation.

Poof—

The Sword of Victory severed the head of Count Iskar.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish on shore.

"I am the Chosen One, the Lord of Destiny, how could I die in such a place"

Click-

The cold blade of the sword pulled sideways, splitting his head through the center.

At this moment, the cold voice of the black-armored knight finally sounded again, "William, how can you be killed by a rat like you?"

"You deserve it too?"

As if he had heard the unbelievable news, he raised his tone again and asked, "You are worthy!"

Iron Boots stomped on the shattered skull of Count Iskar, crushing flesh and bones into mud.

Wearing a raincoat, Luo Jia slowly appeared behind Leon, he patted Leon's shoulder, and said softly, "The deceased is gone, mourn." ”

He wanted to help, but Leon said it was his revenge.

The dry reassuring was followed by a long silence.

It wasn't until Lorga began to wonder if Leon had been badly injured that he saw frozen tears rolling down Leon's feet.

A dull and muffled voice rang out.

"I know very well that as a witcher, I shouldn't expect to die peacefully in my bed. ”

Leon raised his head and looked at Luo Jia, his eyes full of joy and sorrow.

"I've long said that I don't want to be friends with people like him, because they're going to die very young, and I've been mentally prepared for that since I became a witcher. ”

"I just can't accept his death, I didn't die in a hearty battle with the enemy openly, but was plotted by such a small and weak person. ”

"It's an insult to him. ”

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