"Hmph, that's kind of interesting. Edward, the Black Prince, casually drew a circle of swords and removed the strength of his sword.

"Hahahahahaha......" The killer suddenly laughed wildly, his body spasmed uncontrollably, looking at his crazy appearance, the black prince Edward narrowed his eyes curiously.

"Thirty years...... It's been thirty years......" The murderer said incoherently and incomprehensibly, his blood-red eyes were full of resentment and madness, he suddenly stepped out, and the whole person rushed towards the black prince Edward like an arrow from the string!

Slash!

Slash!

Don't kill you!

Completely abandoning his defenses, his sword poured out like rage, and the mad dog-like attack of the murderer made it extremely difficult for Edward the Black Prince to resist. As Edward III's most satisfactory executioner, Edward the Black Prince's swordsmanship was among the best among the Bloodline, and he was able to accurately identify the flaws of his opponents and fight back, but today, his proud skills have failed.

The Killer completely ignored his sharp blade and allowed it to slash at his body, while the Killer slashed at Edward the Black Prince with a near-furious sword. Wounds for wounds, blood for blood!

In just a few breaths, the two of them were covered in scars. The old wound has not healed, and the new wound has burst open...... Edward, the Black Prince, fought and retreated, and finally, after bypassing a large tree, the two distanced themselves.

“...... Damn, bastard, you damn mad dog!" said Edward, the Black Prince, angrily as he felt the sharp pain from his wound. The chain mail on his body has been damaged and unpresentable, and in some places there are even large areas of mutilation, although the wounds on his body are recovering, but his heart is shocked and angry.

The murderer's condition was even worse than his, his upper clothes were almost blood-stained rags, there were sword wounds on his right chest and left abdomen, and a piece of flesh had even been cut off from his left shoulder...... If it were an ordinary person, he would have gone to God long ago with such an injury. Even so, the madness in the eyes of the murderer actually increased instead of decreasing.

"Whose creature are you, bastard?" asked Edward, the Black Prince, with his anger suppressed.

"Who's ...... Creation?" The killer repeated in confusion, and suddenly smiled, "Who knows, I only want your life!" With that, he tore his shirt with his left hand and rushed over again with his bare chest.

"Bastard!" Edward the Black Prince scolded in a twisted rage, raising his sword in both hands.

The swords collided, and the tremendous force made the weapons in each other's hands hum overwhelmingly. Their weapons pressed together, and brilliant sparks flew from the junction. Suddenly, the murderer's head jerked forward and slammed into the black prince Edward's defenseless face, and the black prince, who had received a heavy blow to the face, couldn't help but relax the strength of his sword, and the murderer instantly cut a deep scar on his chest.

"Damn, damn, damn......" the Black Prince roared, his blood-red eyes beating with a real rage, he took a step back to steady his figure, and then raised his sword at his side. The killer roared and rushed at him, his sword stabbing fiercely into the heart of the Black Prince Edward.

Almost at the same time, the weapons of the two pierced through each other, and the huge force caused the ground under the feet of the two of them to crack, and the blood beads they brought up were beaten into a blood mist by the strong impact before they could hit the ground......

"Damn. The murderer scolded unwillingly, but the hand holding the knife hung down uncontrollably, and his whole body hung weakly on the blade of the black prince Edward as if he had sucked out the bones of his whole body.

Edward the Black Prince stuck his sword in a big tree, and the murderer hanging on the blade of the sword watched all this with resentment, but he couldn't even struggle - Edward the Black Prince's sword cut off his spine flatly, and due to the barrier of the blade, the spine could not be connected at all......

Edward, the Black Prince, was also uncomfortable, and the murderer's knife almost cut open his heart, and a large part of the blood was carried out by the blade, which made him even more tired. He grabbed the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out, the pain of the blade swimming between the flesh and skin was unimaginable to ordinary people, not to mention that the knife had already been full of gaps in the previous fight, and in the process of pulling, the skin and flesh were constantly affected by the gaps......

Holding the bloodstained war knife upside down, the black prince Edward pinched the murderer's chin with his hand, and the force was so great that even the joints creaked: "Say, who are you, if your answer can satisfy Yu, Yu will consider letting you go." He said in a seductive tone, but the hand holding the knife was bruised.

"Hmph, put away your hypocrisy, bastard. Although the murderer's mouth was full of blood, he still mocked disdainfully. Lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the madness and recklessness in his eyes.

"Hush. Edward, the Black Prince, snorted disdainfully, and then punched the murderer's head to the side, revealing his pale neck, "I hate drinking the blood of mongrels the most." With that, he opened his mouth and bit down hard.

The sharp fangs easily cut through the skin and blood vessels, and the blood poured into the mouth, but there was no wonderful sweetness at all, and while the dead salty ape slashed through his throat, some unfamiliar video clips flashed through the black prince Edward's mind. After a few seconds, Edward, the Black Prince, raised his head and wiped his blood-stained lips with the back of his hand, and he sneered: "Interesting, such a boring thing can produce such an interesting result." If you don't say it, Yu really doesn't remember that these things have happened, after all, the death or life of the ants is not something Yu should worry about......"

"Bastard......" the killer roared in pain and rage, but he couldn't control the rest of his body except for his head. He lived in hatred for thirty years, thinking about the moment of revenge all the time, and for revenge, he learned to kill, learned to use blood to strengthen his body, and learned to evade the pursuit of blood hunts...... But when this moment really came, the efforts he had made for thirty years were as easy as a mirror.

The battles elsewhere were also quickly over, and the newly-born Blood Slaves were simply unable to compete with the battle-hardened Blood Slave warriors except for the initial geographical advantage, and with the help of the three nobles and Becky, the initial advantage suddenly disappeared. After a near-one-sided slaughter, the remaining Blood Slave warriors and nobles reconciled and surrounded the murderers.

Edward, the Black Prince, glanced at Becky, who understood, and chained the killer's hands and feet together.

"Fleister, that's your name, that's what the old woman you remember. Edward, the Black Prince, lifted the killer's hair, and said slowly despite the other party's vicious eyes, "You are very lucky, and Yu admires your ferocity, your madness, your stupid persistence, and your skill. Yu is very generous, as long as you surrender to Yu, Yu can ignore your collision, and will give you unimaginable wealth, how about it?"

Thunder came from afar, raindrops began to fall, and the vampire bats fluttered uneasily and gradually flew away in the direction they came.

The rain swept across Fleister's face, adding a touch of sadness to his otherwise hideous expression, and he grinned and sneered, his laughter extremely hoarse: "You are so generous, you were like this thirty years ago, and you are still like this thirty years later. I, Fleister John...... I'll never forget that night, the night I was torn apart by you bastard!" Fleister roared suddenly, like a dying wolf, "My grandmother, my father, and my mother all died at your hands, and I still vividly remember how my poor sister died of blood sucked up by you!...... Why...... Why didn't you bastard just kill me in the first place?"

"It's fun, of course. Edward, the Black Prince, said lightly, "It's a pleasure to think about killing the beloved relatives of the untouchables, and then turning him into a mongrel, and watching him wallow in pain." Edward, the Black Prince, licked his lips and looked extremely intoxicated. The king's lackeys, the god of war of the Bloods, are all bullshit, and it is only his intention to watch life die in pain.

Edward, the Black Prince, let go of the hand that was grabbing Fleister's hair and gently stroked it on the hilt of his sword: "You should thank Yu for giving you great strength and almost immortal life, and this power should be loyal to me, so your answer is ......"

"I want you dead, bastard. Freister gritted his teeth.

"Unfortunately, the answer is wrong, then...... Farewell, poor little John, go and reunite with your dead man's family......" As he spoke, Edward the Black Prince slowly drew his sword, preparing to decapitate Fleister's head.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!