In addition to Vincent's physical characteristics that are slowly changing at this time, as well as the gradual blurring of his inhumanity*, they are completely destroying his bottom line as a person.

Now it can be said that there is no such person as Vincent, and there are only demons wearing his body.

The sharp blade flickered through the air around him, and Vincent, who was blinded by his senses and dominated by desire, was completely unaware of all this, perhaps even if he was really awake at this time, he probably couldn't dispel or see through this mist full of fighting power.

"Poof. ”

The sound of the blade cutting into the flesh was clear and audible, and at some point, a two-inch-wide and long-lasting wound suddenly appeared on Vincent's body.

However, on the basis of the powerful demonized flesh, the blood only spilled a small amount and then stopped flowing again, and the whole process took less than a breath.

But the black shadow on the side did not stop moving, and the extremely fast speed and the mysterious whereabouts were all daunting.

Often just look at the flawed fierce attack, after the blow whether it is hit or not, will choose to hide again, quietly waiting for the next opportunity.

And Vincent, who was already in a semi-demonic state on the side, seemed to be a little irritated by the impact of this inexplicable injury.

His limbs fluttered wildly, as if trying to catch the invisible attacker, but the thick fog was so dark that there was no possibility of spotting the corners of the enemy's clothes.

Although the demonization has significantly strengthened Vincent's strength, he is obviously unable to make a favorable analysis of his current situation and break the situation in one fell swoop.

After being beaten passively, he will definitely not be able to escape defeat in the end.

Faced with the increasingly serious and deep injuries that could be seen in the bones, Vincent raised his head to the sky and roared in pain, his voice was bitter and sad, like a wounded lone wolf.

But the enemy on the other side won't give you a chance to breathe, and with another sword, a two-inch-long hole was torn open in the throat, and now he couldn't even scream.

Now in his throat, he can only gasp with a strange gurgling sound, and the blood on his throat is constantly spraying around with tremors, as if he doesn't want money.

However, the strong vitality still did not allow this tenacious "beast" to die easily. In the darkness, his two hands tightly protected his neck, which was almost divided into two sections, and he knelt on his knees with a hideous expression.

......

The time had come to the afternoon time before I knew it.

The sunlight in the sky was not so intense, which added to the power of the black mist below.

The light was so dim that even the faint shadows in the fog were now invisible, and it was impossible to see what was really going on inside.

In the middle of the mist, Vincent's figure still stopped there alone, but looking at his current situation, he was already more inlet and less out.

At this time, he had long lost the strength to stand there, and he fell to the ground on his back with a limp body, and if it weren't for the slight rise and fall in his chest, he might even be recognized as a dead body.

After taking a closer look, Vincent's whole body is now covered with large and small scars, and they are all relatively fatal, and even the temperature on his body has begun to cool down, and it seems that he is really dying.

Perhaps realizing that the people on the ground no longer had the power to fight back, the dark mist in the air slowly dissipated at this time, gradually fading until it disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared in this world.

Brian, who had been hiding for a long time, finally revealed his figure at this time, still in the same outfit, black clothes and pants and a hood that was blindfolded.

But at this time, he didn't look so good, his skin was withered and thin, his face that was still clean was dense with wrinkles at this time, and even his original black hair was sickly pale at this time, and his breath was also extremely weak, just like a drooping old man,

It seems that the sequelae of this marrow extraction pill are not ordinary, and the current Brian is like a candle in the wind, which may extinguish the flame of life at any time and disappear between heaven and earth.

"Ahem, ahem... Facing Vincent lying still, Brian seemed to want to say something, but his fragile body was greatly restricted even by this ordinary behavior.

As if he wanted to cough out all the coughs that he had never coughed up in his life, his posture was a little intense, and his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and it took a long time to gradually ease down.

"Ahem. Brian, who covered his mouth with his hand, felt his palms wet and warm.

Retract your hand in front of you and gently open it. I saw that in the middle of the palm that was as thin as firewood and like a ghost's claw, a pool of black and smelly blood was quietly staying there.

Brian just looked at his palms quietly and was a little distracted, and his whole body trembled slightly because of his weakness and weakness, and from his appearance, he looked as lifeless as an old man who was about to step into a coffin with half his feet in the coffin.

"Purr, purr. Vincent, who was lying on the ground, finally spotted the annoying flea, but unfortunately he no longer had the slightest power to fight back, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The only thing left to turn was to stare at Brian viciously, as if to eat him alive.

Brian, who was in a daze, gradually came to his senses after hearing the movement in front of him, and his expression became a little complicated after his eyes met Vincent's eyes.

......

"Count your kid lucky, if it weren't for taking the marrow extraction pill, I really wouldn't be ready to let you go," Brian's face was gloomy for a long time, and finally he finally figured out what to do and frowned.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then reached out and took something from his close chest.

After careful inspection, I found that there was an inch-long object in my hand, and with its simple structure, it was not difficult to see that this should be the prayer and blessing object used by the priest and priest of the temple - the cross.

The cross in front of me is crystal small, exuding an incomparable jewel, granular fine diamonds are inlaid and covered with the entire cross, which is beautiful in the streamer, but the position at the end is not as flat as other styles in general, but the end of this piece is like * with sharp thorns, and it is not a handicraft just for viewing.

And just in the center, a transparent hexagonal crystal sits there impartially, which suddenly makes the value of the whole artifact rise by more than one notch.

But the actual meaning of this thing should be more than just priceless, and even Brian, who didn't care about being angry at this time, couldn't help but feel a little painful when he took it out.

"You saved me once, and now I'll save you again, and I don't care about the rest of the matter. Seeing the man in front of him who was gradually losing his life, Brian muttered to himself as if he was saying something to himself and as if he was answering Vincent.

Without hesitation, he held the cross high with one hand, and then stabbed it downward.

"Poof," the sound of another sharp weapon entering the body sounded again.