The boy opened his eyes.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of oxygen supply to the brain, or because of the poor blood flow, what appears in his eyes is a gray world, and he can vaguely see something as indescribable as a tadpole wandering around—because he doesn't know whether it is a living thing or not, he can only refer to it as a vague concept, and before his gradually sober consciousness becomes curious, the vision is bright and bright again.

The head is a little dizzy.

It seemed to be the sequelae of the previous fake death, Amy didn't have even a little strength in her body, and after trying several times, she barely got up from the ground, and then gave up the usual half-sitting on the ground, raised her head unhurriedly, and faced the old man's green eyes.

"Don't you do it yet?"

He asked, his dark eyes not fluctuating at all.

"There's no need. Ignati said, although he looked down at the young man in front of him condescendingly, but there was not even the slightest arrogance on his face, "You have proved with your actions that you have the right to choose." ”

"So?" the Honorable One nodded knowingly, and as the blood flowed again, his pale cheeks grew bloody, "put an end to your evil plans, and then hand over control of Obadiah." ”

"Amy Ulysses," the corners of the old man's mouth drew a slight arc, and his voice was low and hoarse, "you seem to have mistaken one thing, all you have is the right to choose, and you want to sit down at the negotiating table with me and use it to fight it out with words? ”

"Looks like we can't talk to each other, right?"

"It seems to be. ”

After a brief conversation, the atmosphere between the two returns to sinisterness.

Then, the first to break the silence was the sound of the slapping of the trench coat - Ignati, who was not too far away from him, did not shy away from Ignati, the young man cleaned the dust from the tattered trench coat, and after a while, he looked at the old man in front of him again, and casually played the short sword in his hand into a sword flower.

"I'm on—"

With that, Amy was galloping out like an arrow from a string.

But in the next moment, the momentum of his advance came to an abrupt halt - the unfathomable old man in front of him did not dodge, did not parry, did not even move his steps, but just looked at him, looked at him with a chilling calm gaze, and then ...... The blood scab on his left chest ruptured, and crimson blood spilled out of the deep and unknowable cavity, turning into tentacles floating in the air, like a hyena that had found a corpse, and like a shark that smelled blood, they swarmed towards the boy.

Hide, can't dodge.

Block, can't stop.

All Amy could do was retreat, swinging her sword and slicing through a few tentacles near her side, and then standing still not far away.

"The ability to manipulate blood?" he raised his eyebrows, his gaze paused slightly on the blood-colored tentacles that seemed to merge with the old man, and then shook his head, "No, it's definitely not just blood manipulation. ”

If you just manipulate the fluid, you will never be able to produce the terrible pulling force and control like before, let alone form the creepy picture in front of you.

Caution must be exercised.

However, being cautious does not mean standing still, and in the absence of corresponding information, blindly indulging in empty thinking will not help to solve the problem, and it is completely useless to truly understand the essence of the enemy's capabilities and reverse the unfavorable situation facing him, without the consciousness of risking his life.

So, the boy took a step under his feet.

One step, two steps, three steps, his steps are light and slow.

After the previous encounters, he had realized that there was a huge gap between himself and Ignati, that was a huge gap that could not be bridged even by the harbinger of death, unless he could understand the nature of the opponent's ability, and just had the means of restraint, there was almost no possibility of killing him alone-but this was not a reason to give up--he didn't even die a few times, it was pointless to say despair and give up!

Since there is a possibility of defeating the other party, the boy does not intend to back down.

Onward, sword out!

Just stepped into the attack zone circled by the old man, and the tentacles that floated in the wind like catkins launched an attack - one, two, three, four, and in a short moment, the four tentacles at the front of the front woke up from their slumber, as if they had the wisdom of human beings, skillfully using all kinds of swordsmanship, and cooperating with each other to compress Amy's dodge space, for a while the glorious man seemed to be surrounded by three or five sword-wielding masters, and he couldn't get out.

But that's about it.

The battle itself is the collection of intelligence, and the low-intensity battle is more in line with his expectations, although the tentacles that can bend and stretch and bend and straighten can do many actions that humans can't do, and can attack from various angles that are usually unexpected, but they are essentially only the products of ability, and they also have a fatal weakness.

That's the conversion.

Ignati didn't deliberately hide his abilities, the bloodline he manipulated would have a very obvious lag in the rotation and connection of movements, perhaps for hundreds of blood-colored tentacles, this was just an insignificant small flaw. However, there are only a few people participating in the siege now, and after mastering their weaknesses, it is enough to cut them all off by grasping the moment of change in nature.

Amy thought so, but didn't put it into practice.

There is also a need to continue to observe.

Although it is not ruled out that the old man is clumsy, according to the information gathered so far, the traveler who has traveled through the deep night has the ability to manipulate blood, not only can he use the blood or fluid in his body like a finger, but also can give his blood a special property - such as firmness, if his guess is correct, the reason why the tentacles can fight hard with his short sword, and the reason why he did not pierce the heart before is here, at that moment, Ignati gave his own blood a solid nature.

This is a very tricky ability from any point of view.

However, tricky is tricky, judging from the characteristics that have been revealed so far, it is far from being invincible, and it has a rather conspicuous weakness, that is, it cannot give it the characteristics of the blood complex it controls at the same time - whether it is a deliberately woven trap, or a flaw that cannot be repaired, the blood-colored silk thread shaped like a tentacle has a very obvious jam in the turnover and connection of the action, which is an irrefutable fact and has the value of trying.

So...... Do you want to rush to kill a wave first according to the known information and try the depth?

The boy narrowed his eyes.

This method is theoretically feasible, but in practice it is not easy, firstly, it is not sure whether Ignati deliberately released smoke bombs that confuse his vision when he cannot endow the blood plural properties at the same time, and secondly, it is not easy to break through to the old man's side steadily, let alone arouse his vigilance—he does not dare to have the slightest contempt for the traveler who has wandered alone in the deep night, and he does not think that his small abacus can easily hide from the other party.

But...... He didn't intend to use intrigue to win, and the battle of the Glorious One was naturally inseparable from the use of his own abilities.

So sorry, I'm sure to kill you next time.

—Ignati.

Without any hesitation, Amy, who was originally in a stalemate with the tentacles, suddenly increased her speed.

Without giving the old man any time to react, he seized the moment of nature transformation in a series of fierce attacks of the tentacles, and the cold sword light easily cut off several blood lines, and the severed part fell to the ground without any struggle and resistance, while the part closely connected to the source recoiled and returned to Ignati's side, becoming an inconspicuous member of the dense tentacles.

"Interesting. ”

The boy looked at the blood on the ground and said.

Then step forward!

"I really don't know whether to praise your tenacity or criticize your stupidity. The demonized traveler was not surprised by this, and in the face of the menacing Glory, he only raised his hand, and his tentacles straightened his body like javelins, "If your reliance is only that I will not kill you, then I am sorry to tell you - I have changed my mind, and the fool who does not know how to advance and retreat is not qualified to uphold the blood of glory." ”

The moment the words fell, dozens or even hundreds of bloody guns shot out.

Perhaps quantitatively, it is difficult to give a real sense of reality when described in simple quantifiers such as two or three digits, but from Amy's point of view, an unvarnished direct description may be more able to make people feel the suffocation of the death crisis - yes, suffocation, under the overwhelming blood javelin, all the teenager can feel is suffocation - other than that, there is probably only the urgency of death with him.

Will die, will be killed.

The well-tempered sense of death is keenly aware of the danger contained in it, but sometimes the danger cannot be avoided by just being aware of it, in the face of the huge offensive that locks all the hiding places, Amy Ulysses's pace does not have even the slightest stagnation, at the critical moment, he does not have any thoughts of avoiding or dodging, he just forward, just forward!

Swing the sword –

One by one, the blood spears endowed with solid characteristics fell like stars, and the pure white and flawless earth was shattered in an instant, and in the drifting smoke and dust, the glorious person who was inserted by several javelins resolutely moved forward, carrying a body of blood, breaking through the last obstacle with an indomitable momentum, the dark eyes were so clear and calm in the bright white world, and the short sword in his hand was shining with a deadly cold light that moved the heart.

But in the next moment, time seemed to be frozen in the alchemist's shadow crystal.

Even if he was only a few meters away from Ignati, the boy had to stop his progress, maintaining this awkward movement like a marble sculpture, unable to move.

He was locked up.

Locked in by a ring of thorns made of blood-colored spears that pierced his body.

"You seem to have forgotten," the old man walked towards him, his expression not sneering at the loser, "I can change the nature of blood anytime and anywhere. ”

"Yes, I forgot. The restrained Amy raised her head, her black eyes as deep and empty as the starry sky at night, and the corners of her mouth slightly outlined an arc, "This is really a mistake that should not be made, and it is also the most fatal mistake, although you may not be able to keep your memory, but no matter what, I want to say thank you for always taking such care of me." ”

He paused, putting away that rare smile.

"And goodbye—"

Then, without caring about the thorny shackles in his body, he brutally drove his body.

Before Ignati could react, the Glorious One, whose internal organs had been completely destroyed, closed his eyes forever as the sound of flesh churning came.

He's dead.