Almost the moment of contact, the blood shattered, even the cavalry army as strong as Accardo incarnated, and Walter's young and peak body, which was also traumatized after the extreme collision!

The vanguard cavalry troops were torn to pieces by the ubiquitous silk threads, and Walter, the initiator, was also strangled deeply in his hands, spilling blood all over the ground.

However, both of them showed fanatical expressions, as they both saw an opportunity to kill each other!

Almost in the next instant, both of them leaped high and slaughtered each other, and it was only then that Father Andrew realized that Walter was a madman with his own beliefs and persistence just like him!

"Click!"

The metal sparks shone and faded in the air, and the spear that was conjured up and held in his hand was the one that Accardo used most often, but at this time, he was engaged in a tugging battle with countless alloy threads in mid-air.

Walter and Accardo's faces were pulled apart by countless silk threads, but the two of them didn't have the slightest intention of restraining, and desperately rushed towards each other's location!

The terrible collision directly knocked out a huge hole in the air, and the shock wave even caused a violent explosion in mid-air, and the stirring debris splashed directly made the rest of the people close their eyes.

The threads everywhere are almost all Walter's weapons, in an instant!

Suddenly, the broken silk threads shook violently as if they had been blessed with aura, and then flew towards the center of the battle.

The loud roar spoke for itself, and the buildings around them began to be sliced open by the sharp blades of the wind, slowly falling towards the ground, and there was a sound that made the ground shake.

"There's... Is there a result? ”

A thirteen-lesson monk looked at the center of the attack and asked in a low voice, but received no response.

No one can guess the outcome, but the truth will be revealed.

It didn't take long for an embarrassed figure to come out of the dust, covered with blood, his face was covered with scars, and the aura on his body weakened to a certain extent, but the smile in his expression did not diminish at all.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A cough, followed by a mouthful of blood spitting on the ground, the figure groped in his pocket, only to find it empty, cursed something, and raised his head.

It is the strongest man of the previous generation who did not hesitate to betray the Royal National Knights in exchange for the peak state, Walter 'Death'!

"Did he win? That monster... The strongest and oldest immortal king is just gone?! ”

The monks of the thirteenth lesson couldn't believe it, after all, since they were sensible, this terrible being had been the most terrifying evil force in the world in their teachings, even if Gabriel had not destroyed it back then, but now he died at the hands of a human being?

Walter ignored them, searched for a moment, and finally dug out a slightly twisted package from the rubble, which happened to be the most famous cigarette brand in Britain, and with a few gentle taps, a slightly curved cigarette was squeezed out.

Holding it to his mouth, the silk thread struck a spark with a slight movement, and the cigarette was ignited.

After taking a deep breath, a white mist was spit out, enveloping his figure in an instant, but the smoke and dust behind him gradually dissipated.

A figure looms in it...

"That's... Is that!! ”

A whisper of disbelief rang out, and they saw a figure pierced through the air by countless silk threads, hanging like a puppet on the silk threads.

Blood covered the imperceptible threads, revealing the terrifying sharpness of them.

The barely blood-colored face is the most ancient thing, the Immortal King, Accardo!

"How is that possible! Did it really kill? ”

The people of the thirteenth lesson instantly boiled a little, after all, such a heretic fell in front of their eyes, and it was also a great event, even if they were brainwashed and fanatical, they couldn't help but be excited about it!

Only the true soul of the thirteenth lesson, the immortal priest, Alexander. Andrew showed a solemn expression, took off his priest's robe with his backhand, and took the two weapons in his hands, his keen perception like a beast sensed an even more terrible darkness was brewing!

"Whew~!"

Walter was now sitting on the ground leaning against a boulder, spitting through the clouds.

"I didn't expect that this wouldn't kill you... Sure enough, monsters are monsters, and with the power of human beings, it is still difficult to completely kill them! ”

With an indifferent look, as if the person who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle was not himself, the peak of his recovery after transformation and a short period of recovery, and after such a big battle, Walter could clearly feel the passage of his vitality, and his time was running out...

Betraying the Knights and joining the Millennium in exchange for a chance to fight with Accardo again, and even a chance to kill him, this is what he came according to his own will, if there is any regret, it is just that he did not completely kill that monster!

The cigarette in his hand has not been completely burned out, but the person holding him has no consciousness at all, only to see that his left hand is loosened, and a generation of strong people has completely lost the breath of life!

The personnel of the thirteenth class have not recovered from the fiery emotions, and when they saw Walter's fate, they suddenly felt a boundless chill in their hearts, when such a strong man sacrificed his life to reach the peak, he also forced out the flaws of the other party, even if it was so, there was no way to kill the immortal king?

Exactly he... How powerful is it?

Looking again, the figure locked in the silk thread had gradually blurred, and finally turned into ashes, but on the building not far away, a figure wearing a red trench coat and a blood-red top hat had already descended again!

I saw him jump into the field, splashing countless dust.

"Really... I'm almost going to die! ”

With a hint of mockery and a look of half-truth and fear, Accardo looked at the location of Walter's corpse, a little regret in his eyes.

'Is there finally one less person in this world who can be said to be familiar...'

This is the greatest sorrow and curse of the undead, not because of the desire for blood, nor because of the pursuit of power, but because of the loneliness that is entwined in life, whether it is a friend, an adversary, or an enemy, it will eventually disappear under the washing of time.

The rest, regardless of his past identity, were all just acquaintances in Accardo's eyes in the end...

Even his own developed descendants can only stay with him for a few hundred years, and then he will go crazy because of time, and will either become a beast or fall into an eternal sleep.

The reason why Accardo cares so little about his opponent or enemy is also here, there are fewer and fewer people who can bring him freshness and pleasure, as the oldest is not that he is the oldest vampire, but the oldest known vampire who is always active.

Many more vampires have either entered another dimension or fallen into an eternal slumber, like the sleeping gods.

"Looks like you're doomed to die at my hands! Accardo! ”

Father Andriy stood up with several sharp blades, staring at Accardo with fiery intent in his eyes, and the moment his words fell, a figure suddenly fell from the flagship ship in the sky.

The three of them are on one side, and a scuffle is inevitable!