Sophia, who was attending classes at the Astrad I School, suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart inexplicably, and then involuntarily turned her eyes in the direction of Karin Castle.

She stared out the window, completely oblivious to the sounds of the class.

Gladys, who was sitting next to her, noticed Sophia's distraction, nudged Sophia's arm, and whispered a reminder, "Madame Huck is watching you." ”

Sophia subconsciously looked towards the podium, and Mrs. Huck who was lecturing looked away from her without a trace, apparently, the old teacher had noticed Sophia's distraction.

"Thank you, Gladys. Sophia also softly thanked Gladys.

Gladys shook her head, saying no thanks. She turned her head and smiled at Sophia's line of sight, since the last time, she felt that Sophia and her classmates had been estranged, so now the relationship with the other party can improve a little, which can make Gladys breathe a sigh of relief and let go of the last regret.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but look at Elaine in the front row, and then sighed silently.

On the other side, Sophia quietly looked out the window.

I don't know what happened to my brother.

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After Sven was shot, the crows in the sky lost the support of their magic power, and they all wailed and turned into pieces of black feathers, which slowly drifted down from the sky like a black rain.

The black spot spread from the palm of Sven's bullet to all sides, and as the black spot spread, Sven's flesh gradually rotted and blackened, revealing Sensen's white bones, just like the mirror image of the bones that Yang had just chopped into the bones.

As the palm rotted, the bullet that Yang had hit into Swain's palm slipped out.

"It's ......" Swain's pupils shrank as he looked at the bullet, even though the bullet had been deformed, and the shape of the silver bullet was exactly the same as the one Swain had given to Sophia and Katarina.

"Where did you get this?" Swain's eyes became terrifying, thinking of Yang's words just now, and his actions, Swain overturned his conjecture just now, obviously, Yang didn't lie, Manfred was indeed dead, otherwise, the vampire who used to hide would not have appeared until now.

And what Swain cares about the most is the bullet in his hand. The pistols he gave to Sophia and Caterina were specially ordered by him to the Hobarton Company, and absolutely no one else had them, and the matching bullets had been baptized by the Garons Grand Sanctuary, and it was impossible to get them in Young's current situation.

"Heh, hehehe......" Yang staggered up from the ground, there was no Swain's crow flock to shade the sun, the sun shone on him, directly burning his skin, and smoke came out of some of the injured places. Although he still looked embarrassed with bruises all over his body, his injuries were really nothing compared to Sven.

"How many times have we fought, three or five?" Yang stared at Swain, his face undisguised from the pleasure of his victory, and looked at Swain with a provocative look, "This time, you finally lost." ”

"I'm asking you. Swain clenched his palm, holding the bullet in the palm of his hand, and with his force, the spread of the black spot stopped at the wrist, although the palm of the hand had been corroded to expose the white bones, but it could not spread further, unlike the corrosion of the magic power, which spread all over Sven's body.

"Are you still going to play dumb now!" Young roared, "where did this bullet come from?" the one you used to kill him that I found on Manfred's corpse—"

"Click"

Sven's palm slammed into force, and the bones in his palm made a crisp sound, as if something had broken.

"What did you say?" Sven looked at Yang with a gloomy face, at this time the power on his body was not weaker than when he first caught up, although there was no flock of crows in the sky, but Sven still seemed to be a terrifying existence that could cover the sky, and the coercion on his body firmly pressed Yang.

"Don't you want to admit it? It's ugly. Yang took a sip and looked at Swain without fear, "In this imperial capital, who else has the ability to kill Manfred besides you? And the curse on this bullet, this extreme corrosiveness, isn't that what you have!"

Sven glanced at his palm, which was about to be corroded, and couldn't help frowning, Yang was right, this extreme corrosiveness was indeed very similar to his magic power, at least in the eyes of others. But Swain himself knew that he didn't kill Manfred, that the curse on the bullet had nothing to do with him, and that even the corrosiveness that was similar to his own magic in the eyes of others was not the true nature of his magic.

"Maybe it's useless for me to explain to you, and I don't have the obligation to continue to explain to you, but listen," Sven clenched his grip on the warhead, although the magic on his body was emptied, but in the face of the newborn vampire who was eyeing him, Sven still didn't have any fear, "Don't touch my bottom line, at least so far, I still plan to spare your life, if you really want to die so much, go to your sister and use your head to break her heart." ”

"Ha, I really admire you, you always speak so beautifully. Yang sneered, and the sword fell into his hand again, "Do you think you are still the Midnight Earl who can match Manfred? Without magic, you can't even beat Ernest, so don't talk about it here! Spare my life? Let's see who is keeping who's alive now?"

Holding three swords in each hand, Yang rushed straight towards Sven, now Sven is unarmed, and the residual magic power in his body can't even summon the demon, and in the face of the menacing Yang, he doesn't seem to have any power to fight back.

"I warned you," Swain raised his right hand, which had been corroded to a disfigured degree, "you brought it on yourself!"

Yang ignored Swain's threat, his steps were so fast that he could barely see a shadow, and in an instant, Yang had burst in front of Sven, his blade teleporting close to Sven's cheek, and he could stab the sword into Sven's head just an inch further.

"Die, you ......"

"Bang"

A bullet came from behind Sven, grazed Swain's hair, and struck Yang in the center of his eyebrow.

At the moment when the bullet was about to shoot into the center of his eyebrows, Yang's extraordinary physical reaction after turning into a vampire gave him a very extreme reaction time, and almost instantly, he saw the appearance of the bullet clearly.

The silver bullet, the exact same bullet he shot into Swain's palm.

His pupils shrank, and he immediately judged the trajectory of the ballistic, and then dodged to the limit, but the silver bullet still grazed his face, bringing a blood mark on his face.

Moreover, because of the dodge action, he also lost the opportunity to stab the sword into Sven's head, only to graze Sven's forehead.

While Young was still shocked by the bullet's pattern, Sven had already attacked.

One punch.

Sven punched Yang in the face.

Then beat him out and flew him out.

Even Swain's right hand, which had been almost corroded to bone, shattered, and the entire right hand, from the wrist up, was detached from Swain's arm, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and he didn't even look at it.

"Weapons are sharp, power increases, magic is blocked...... You didn't attach any of these spells to yourself, and you forgot the basic swordsmanship rules, so you rushed straight up. Why, in your eyes, I can't even fight without magic?"

Yang gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, he wiped the blood on his face, the damage caused by the silver bullet was far beyond imagination, and he felt that the strength in his body was also suppressed, although it was only a small abrasion, but the effect was unexpectedly strong. He looked at Swain in disbelief, especially at his severed right hand.

"It can't be, that bullet...... What the hell is that bullet?Is your mass-produced weapon, specifically for Manfred?No, no, there's no one else in my senses, can it be ......?" he looked at the carriage he had forgotten in surprise, "it's the princess!"

"You underestimate others too much, that's the lord I have chosen, her determination and perseverance are ten thousand times better than a half-person like you, Yang!" Sven walked slowly and limply towards Yang, it seemed that after the magic disappeared, the injury on Sven's leg that was cut by Ernest also reappeared, "You are also the leading battle mage of the thirteenth class, you hone your fighting skills day after day, but you can't even see the key to determining victory or defeat?"

Swain walked up to Yang, who tried to stab, but Swain threw another punch into Yang's face, knocking him to the ground. This made the young battle mage wonder why Swain's fist could arrive first when his speed was obviously faster.

Before he could think about it, Sven lifted his foot and stomped on it so hard that he stomped on Yang's back, crushing Yang to the point of spitting blood.

"Count Hecate and Manfred are going to cry, the student they taught is a fool who only knows how to fight, but can't fight, or is he a self-righteous fool!"

Yang gritted his teeth, and the pressure on Swain's feet became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but lift himself, and even his breathing became more difficult. He remembered what Manfred had said to him earlier.

"They are truly amazing men, nothing can shake their determination, they do not doubt whether they are right or wrong, they only stick to their beliefs, and they will face no fear of facing enemies, whether strong or weak. That's it, if you don't do this, only such a warrior can be called a 'person', and this is the 'person' I want to see!"

He braced his hands on the ground, trying to lift his body up, but Sven's feet pressed him so hard that he couldn't move.

"Mr. Ernest is truly remarkable, like the men I have ever met, brave and strong-willed, with a sword in his hand who can fight for his convictions. But his son, the Count Jericho, you only see him on the surface, but not the roar in his heart. In him, I could see, yes, very similar, really similar, just like me once was, but a little different, he was stronger than me, not like me, completely turned into a monster. ”

"I used to ......," Jan gritted his teeth, even his lips were broken, and his already blood-stained face became even dirtier, "I don't understand why Manfred would say that, calling you and Ernest 'amazing men'." Now, I understand a little, you, and me, and Manfred, and ...... It's all different, your motivation to fight doesn't come from your own desires, but from the pursuit of what you want, so you don't care about yourself at all, whether your leg is broken, your hand is gone, you can do nothing, because ......"

Yang tensed the muscles of his whole body, the green tendons on his face protruded, and he tried to lift his chest one centimeter off the ground, leaving a certain space for his abdominal cavity.

"You bastards, you live to die!"

Sven's foot slammed down again, pinning Yang to the ground again, and his calf bones made a crunch.

"I should have killed you, and if you open this box, you should be the first to be devoured by the calamity that comes out of it. Swain leaned down and grabbed Yang's hair with his intact left hand, "But I don't want to kill you now." It's not because of your sister's pleading, but now that I realize that you're so worth torturing. ”

Sven grabbed Yang's head, and although Yang resisted desperately, Sven forced his face to himself.

"Look!" Sven's mouth turned into a sinister smile, the kind of smile Yang had seen once, in his first duel with Swain, the knocked out Sven also got back up like this, and then beat Yang bitterly.

"The curse you unleashed, after losing my magic, something I can't suppress. ”

"The Source of Chaos!"

Yang's eyes reflected an incredible thing, a translucent gray ghost was wrapping around Swain's back, at first Yang thought it was a cloud of mist, but when he looked closely, he found that it was a ghostly ghost with a half-skeleton, Yang could only see its upper body, the ghost's arm was around Swain's neck, as if a woman in love was lying on the back of her intimate lover, but Yang looked closely at the ghost's face, he would feel creepy- It was a completely skeletal face, although it was empty, but it still made Yang, who was used to seeing killing, feel terrified from the bottom of his heart, especially when he saw the smiling appearance made by the fleshless jawbone, Yang only felt a chill down his spine, and even forgot to blink.

"Listen to it. Sven leaned his head against Yang, his eyes were already red with blood from his forehead, and he couldn't see clearly, the only thing that could be seen clearly on that face was his mouth, the mouth that showed the same smile as the skeleton behind him.

"This is from the howl of Atropos!"

Countless whispers drilled into Yang's ears, and the penetrating sound continued to torture Yang's brain, as if to pour all the information that could blow his brain into his brain. The old man's constant nagging made him feel annoyed, the child's shrill cries made his heart burn, the woman complained about this and that, and there seemed to be endless broken words, while the man only scolded loudly, and the sound that almost shattered his eardrums almost shattered Yang's head. The old men are whispering, presumably to deal with their enemies, the heavy breathing of the coolie workers is boring to listen to, the teachers are rambling on what they have already preached countless times, and the students are cursing the teacher who is still procrastinating. These voices are so vivid in Yang's brain, but he can't hear a word clearly, he knows what kind of person is saying, whether he is laughing or crying, but he just can't hear the content clearly, all the voices are mixed together, and the sound and words are like a swarm that can't distinguish each other, drilling straight into Yang's ears.

"No, no!" Yang was about to go crazy with these voices, he howled hard, and his bruised body was also struggling, but Sven always suppressed him, and Yang couldn't get out of the restraints.

"Stop, stop! I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it!"

"How's it going?" The smile on the corner of Sven's mouth was cruel and hideous, but the distracted Yang couldn't see this rare smile at all, "Is the pain I suffered delicious to you?"