Lear didn't know where the old man came from or what purpose he had for him, but the steppe elf's naturally sensitive heart made Lear feel that the other party's target was him, even in a blur.

Is it the enemy, or is it ......

The old man held a long black and red whip in his hand, and stood silently at the other end of the Dead River Bridge.

The moment Lear and the old man pass by.

"Go find Jory, he's waiting for you." Jack said in a deep voice.

The moment he looked back in surprise, Lear saw Jack with a black and red blood whip, and he was staring intently at the pursuers, and the guards of the auction house had already chased him to the Dead River Bridge.

Turning his head to look at Lear's distant back, Jack was holding the blood whip, still looking at the blood whip with some uneasiness, he muttered: "Jory, don't fool me, my life is all in your hands." ”

And when Jack's distrustful complaint fell, the blood whip in his hand suddenly rolled out countless bloodlines. The handle of the Blood Whip instantly disintegrated into a blood cocoon, completely enveloping Jack's right hand in the blood cocoon.

The black-red, blood-colored tentacles spread from Jack's right hand to his elbow until they wrapped around Jack's upper arm.

Jack, he's just a dying old man.

However, he had a weapon that didn't belong to him, and he didn't need Jack to work directly with these guards.

Old Jack stood there, Jory's voice coming from within him.

"Jack, I'll take control of your body next, and I'll clean up the mess."

The voice coming from Jack's body fell. His cloudy old eyes had a strange dark red shadow.

"It's such a strange ability, obviously there is no mana fluctuation. How did you control my body, and isn't your weapon a physical one? It looks like you're split. Jack's curiosity was at stake, and judging from his years of experience in necromancy, he couldn't see how Jory controlled his body for a while.

It can only be said that everyone's dark talent, even if you are a high-level demon. Don't underestimate the talent effect of the weak.

"Don't talk to me anymore, if it's not mine...... Damn, I'll do it myself. It's your turn to clean up these minions for me! ”

Jack knew what Jory was referring to.

Hell yes! Jack had never seen a half-demon heart gouged out and still running around alive.

"Old immortals, get out of here!"

The guards who rushed first swept towards Jack's neck with a sword. Seeing the blade sweeping in, Jack was a little uneasy and wanted to retreat. However, his arm moved on its own.

The blood whip suddenly turned into an afterimage. The screaming sound of breaking wind sounded, and the moment when the breaking wind sound was about to disappear, it turned to the reverse sound of breaking wind continued.

The blood whip, which had suddenly changed the direction of the twitch, snapped into the guard's face with a smack in alternating positive and negative volleys.

The afterimage swept over the guard's face, a cracked eyeball and a splash of blood.

A small piece of the guard was torn apart in an instant, and there was no time to let out a scream of rage, the blood whip in Jack's hand. It was automatically inserted into his eye socket.

Holding his thin arm flat, Jack felt it in amazement. His own arm was completely out of his control, and all of this was a spontaneous guided movement of the blood whip in his hand.

With his wrists shaking up and down, Jack watched as the unlucky guy whose eye socket was thrust into the blood whip exploded like a watermelon.

"Whoa—"

Jack took a few steps back, his arm driving his body to turn in a sharp circle, and the blood whip leisurely pulled into a narrow semicircle, sweeping towards all the guards.

The blood whip, which was as hard as steel, swept through all the guards in a half-moon shape, only to hear a dense crackling sound, Jack was like a bystander, watching his body behave, listening to the screams and angry curses of the guards.

Splatters of blood stood on Jack's body, his expression savoring the sensation of his body being controlled.

Killing, death, Jack has seen too much, so much that he is numb to the habit. It's just that dozens of people died, and for Jack it was like dozens of ants died, when he was experimenting with magic, he carried out ice sculpture condensation tests in a wave of more than 100 people.

"Tsk, his combat power, coupled with this weird natural ability, is not much better than a little devil." Jack was inquisitive, squinting and muttering.

The blood whip sometimes turned into a shadow of steel, tearing through the fierce wind, sometimes turning softly and changeably, and multiple forces twisted into a reverse reverse pump, tearing these guards covered in armor like crisp melons and fruits.

By the time the auction house guards notice that something is not quite right, it is too late for the front guards to escape, and the blood whip wrapped around Jack's right hand will flicker around some hapless escapee, tying the hapless man's ankle and slamming him to death like a sledgehammer.

Seeing that the guards behind him did not dare to come over again, it seemed that the idea of escaping came to him, and then the blood whip in Jack's right hand suddenly disintegrated on its own, and in Jack's somewhat surprised gaze, the blood whip turned into a misty blood mist and floated towards the most dense place of the guards.

"Crackling, crackling......"

This piece of blood mist floated near a dozen guards, and burst into fission-like raging flames!

The blood mist suddenly expanded into several times the volume of violent firelight, engulfing the surrounding air for more than ten meters, forming a fireball like the sun in an instant, almost incandescent firelight dazzling, as if a storm of destruction swept by.

The fissioning flames come and go as fast as they come. Jack had just raised his arm in front of him to fend off the terrifying heat and burn his eyes, but he had done something useless.

By the time he raised his arm, the furious flames had vanished without a trace......

Looking down at his smoky clothes, and looking up, Jack couldn't help but open his mouth as he looked at the humanoid coke standing upright in front of him.

The sun-like flames had disappeared, and what remained in place were the black charcoal that was turning, they were still alive for the first two seconds, and when the firestorm swept through, their lives were all evaporated, leaving only a charcoal that had kept fleeing in terror standing in place.

Even if Jory refuses to admit it, he is no longer the ordinary human he used to be. The initiator of the killing field did not show up at all, but borrowed Jack's body to stain the bridge deck of the Dead River Bridge red with blood, charred charcoal of human nature, and still maintained a posture of turning and fleeing with fear.

Although, they will never run away again.

"How many tricks does this kid have?"

……

"Hoo ......"

With his hands on his knees, Lear couldn't run anymore. How many days have I been locked in a cage without strenuous exercise, these days Lear's body has begun to rust, and today he sent out a dragon language twice, which consumed his mind on the verge of the limit, and it was Lear's obsession to be able to support this.

In a slightly blurred vision, Lear looked up, and he saw a young man in red sitting on the ground leaning against the edge of a tree, his hands on his chest, and he seemed to be bleeding a lot.

When Lear walked a few steps, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, even though he was mentally prepared.

"Jory?! You ......"

Jory, who was sitting under the stump, showed his chest, and he covered the hole in his left chest with one hand, and blood continued to spurt blood from the fist-sized hole, but Jory squinted at the ground with a calm face.

Diandian threw himself into Jori's arms, holding Jori's arm with two small hands, tears kept flowing down, his face pressed against the skin of Jori's arm, and he cried while rubbing and rubbing.

"Oh, you're here, I thought you could have come earlier."

It wasn't until Lear, with his stunned gaze, walked up to Jory's side that he came to his senses. Jory clutched the wound on his chest, frowned slightly, and then continued to communicate with heraldry.

"You just told me that you can use my heart as a beacon to take me into Castlevania......" Jory asked heraldic secretly, "But what am I going to do in Castlevania, don't you suggest that I go?" Besides, even if I chase into Castlevania, the one who snatched my heart is a high-ranking demon, do you think I can beat him? ”

"Master, this book never jumps to conclusions, you just need to enter Castlevania, and everything else will be handled by this book."

Jory frowned, he endured the cramping pain in his chest, and stared at the skull coat of arms on his right arm: "You wait a minute, when will you change your name to call me 'master', and why do you think you are ready to push me into the fire pit again?" (To be continued......)