"I'm going to defeat you!"

Satarando's hoarse roar shook the only enemy on the battlefield, Mosfes, the backbone of the Blood Clan, known as the Burning Blood.

"Stupid, who can't see through my dark magic, how are you qualified to be with me...... Huh?" Mosfis's hoarse voice was originally full of disdain, but just as he was about to finish speaking, he suddenly paused, his usually fearless eyes, staring at Satarandot with red eyes, or rather, the cyan flames that flickered around him at some point, "How did you do that?"

Satarando didn't answer, and slammed straight into Mosphes without abating, taking advantage of the momentum to condense cyan flames on his clenched fists and wave them without any fancy fancy.

Mosphes slowly retreated in the firelight, and the black flames on it seemed to be powerless to float in the air as the bandage flicked, but it met Satarando's fist like a solid shield, and the lightning and flint exploded to force him back again.

"I underestimated you, and I actually analyzed my flames. Mosphes didn't seem to intend to pursue further, he could see that Satarandot's fire had been learned from him, but he was more curious than shocked. His own flame was comprehended from the depths of his soul, and even the well-informed Chakin once asserted that there would never be a repetition

Taking a few steps back to stabilize his figure, Satarando looked at his somewhat charred fist, and his heart sank. The other party is worthy of being the backbone, although he has obtained a cyan flame similar to him by analyzing some of the techniques, but both the power and defense are obviously weaker than the other party, so if this continues, it will not be able to cause him any damage at all, and if the talent he relies on loses its effect, it is difficult to imagine how to continue fighting.

Not hearing the words of the patriarch, Sataraldo was now completely immersed in his own calculations. Do you choose to attack or detour, use the dark magic of other attributes, or just continue to use fire?

"You're still distracted by fighting me, are you looking down on me?"

The hoarse voice crept into his ears, and a bandage had somehow wrapped around Satarando's side at some point. An inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly disrupted all his thoughts, and before he could think about it, a roar exploded with a storm of air, and before Satarando could even take a step, he spun upside down like a kite with a broken line in a violent wind, and was fiercely embedded in a ruin.

A touch of warmth ran down his cheeks. Satarando struggled to get up, but fortunately he used the cyan flame as a shield to alleviate some of the impact, otherwise his head would not be there at this time, right?

At this time, the battlefield has completely changed. Countless incantations wriggled bandages stretched out from Mosfeth's shoulders like tree roots, and like long snakes, they covered the battlefield. Mosfeth's retreat was not due to fear, but because he felt that he had no need to remain on the battlefield at all.

With so many bandages all over the battlefield, there's no way to fight.

Wait, bandages?

Satarando vaguely remembered that most of Mosfes's body was gone, replaced by these bandages. If you look closely, the bandages scattered all around are messy, but in the end they are nothing more than two bundles, like the infinitely extended arms of the other party.

In an instant, a bold idea took shape in his mind.

Mosphes undoubtedly did not see himself as an equal opponent, and even for him, he was just a commoner even though he had countless dark arts in his body. But it's this contempt that is your last chance to defeat the other party, but if you want to take advantage of it, you have to kill with one hit!

"Almost, I thought you would surprise me, but it doesn't seem like that's it. Even if you could use the dark magic of other people, you would be just a civilian. Mosphes shook his head a little unsatisfactorily as black flames rose from almost all of the bandages, and in the blink of an eye it was as if a pitch-black wall had been built around them.

Ignoring these, Satarando squatted down slightly to make a movement to prepare for the start, and the two blood shields condensed out one on the left and one on the right, and the cyan flames climbed up the blade-like arms with four fingers together, and it seemed that the posture was to forcibly bully him.

"The blood shield can't stop the black flame, don't you have a long memory after the blow just now?"

Silence, still silence. The silence was not because he didn't want to speak, but because his brain didn't have time to say anything now. At this time, he focused almost all of his energy on controlling himself and his two shields, the accuracy of which had reached the micron level. Angles, speeds, everything needs to be carefully calculated before an idea can be successful.

The wall-like black flames overwhelmingly crushed down, and at this moment, Satarando also completed the final calculation, and the magic suddenly unfolded under his feet, turning into a streamer, dragging the remnants of the road and rushing towards Mosphes.

"Foolish ......"

Before the words fell, the sound of the shield shattering sounded in his ears unexpectedly, but to Mosfes's surprise, Satarando, who seemed to be rushing straight towards him, turned around at the moment when he was about to collide with himself, and at the same time summoned seven blood shields between the two again, looking at the angle of his turn, he just wanted to make a feint and use the shield to block his vision and take this opportunity to escape?

I always felt that something was wrong, but the patriarch who was shown a set of moves in front of him didn't think too much about it, the bandages on his body were suddenly dismantled, and the soft texture became like steel in an instant under the infusion of magic power, and pierced the shield in front of him without hesitation: "This trick also wants to deceive me?"

Feeling the sudden murderous intent behind him, the corners of Satarando's mouth curled slightly, and he suddenly stopped his steps and turned around on the spot, raising his arm attached to the flames and stabbing towards the patriarch who was covered by the shield.

What was wrong with that? Mosfes always felt that the man who was called the brains of the Senate could not have made such a childish strategic mistake. But before he could come up with a clue, the strange touch on his arms forced him to divert his attention.

The black flames around him dissipated in an instant, but this was not Mosfeis's will. Between his arms, the fragments of the two blood shields were still clearly recognizable, but the two broken blood shields cut off the arms that connected all the bandages like blades under the rapid impact of Satarandot.

Shields aren't meant for defense? Isn't this guy ......

At the same time, on the other side of the shield, a handful of blood flowers quietly bloomed from Satarando's back, thick blood dripping from the edge of the bandage that tore his body, and the seven-sided blood shield that had been pierced under the suppression of the upper blood vein was folded and kneaded together like a flattened can, blocking between the two.

"Worthy of ...... It's Mistress Mosphes. Satarando said and spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood mixed with crumbs of internal organs, but at the moment when his life was about to die, he did not have any concern, but he curled the corners of his mouth without any concern, and his eyes flowed tenderly, looking ahead, as if what was in front of him was not a bloodstained blood shield but a shadow that only appeared vaguely in memory.

"Ahem......" Mosphes's voice was heard from the other side of the blood shield, and although he could hear that he was about to say this, he was completely unable to make any sound that anyone else could understand, because at this moment, his throat had been stabbed halfway into Satarando's sword-like palm.

Looking down slightly at the bloody arm that had also been pierced by the blood shield, Mosphes understood that the civilian in front of him was not trying to escape, but was using himself as bait knowing that he was going to die.

Blazing blood filled Mosfes' throat in the blink of an eye, gushing out of his mouth, and as Satarando's hand with black magic was stuck in the wound, the wound that was not fatal could not be healed, and as the blood was lost, Mosfes's life force continued to flow.

You have to retreat from the back, as long as you can get out, this injury is not a threat at all!" Thinking so, Mosfes struggled to retreat backwards, but with a soft sound, he found that he could not move at all.

"I really can't pierce this blood shield as lightly as you, although I don't know what you see, but that arm is already unrecognizable, right?" On the other side of the blood shield, Satarandot, whose eyes were already a little dim, said calmly as if he was chatting about family life, and in his other hand, the bandage that pierced his body that belonged to a part of the patriarch's body was being held tightly by him, and under the erosion of powerful black magic, this hand even exposed the white bones of Sensen, but he ignored it, " I won't let you escape, Senator. My sins are too great, so let me use my death to pave the way for their future......"

His vision blurred, and Satarandot's mind was reminded of the experiences he had had, happiness and sorrow, anticipation and despair, and how many people knew how much it took to earn and lose because of his talent, and how many people knew how much effort and loss there was behind it. My body is already in shambles, and it looks like my demise is imminent. In the end, I thought I would die silently, but I didn't expect to fight against the burning blood, and it was really not my talent to make a plan.

The last will sent the last trace of black magic stored in his heart down his arm to his fingertips and condensed it in Mosphes's throat, and Satarando seemed to have unloaded all the burdens, and said with great strength: "Senator, it's time for us to hit the road......

With the transfer of magic power, the blood shield suddenly disintegrated, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other again.

Mosphes was a little flustered for a while, not because he had nothing to do, but because the other party's eyes were too familiar, and the things contained in the eyes that had lost their brilliance were so similar to their former self, and they were eyes that would rather give up everything in order to achieve their long-cherished wishes.

I see. Thinking of this, Mosphes actually cracked the corners of his mouth and seemed to laugh. Yourself, you don't lose money.

As a cyan light soared into the sky and suddenly turned into a cyan cross and exploded in mid-air, this nameless town will be remembered forever in the annals of the Blood Clan, where eleven new elders and two members of the Senate will sleep forever, and the already existing Senate will no longer be glorious, and the impact of this battle that has been covered up will probably far exceed Satarando's initial prediction.

As he says, his talent is not to make plans......

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