"I can't believe that you still have a hand. Victor wiped the blood from his lips, "That dagger must have been the work of Daedalus." ”

"Exactly, the biggest feature of the Blood Crying Dagger is that every time it sucks blood, its magic power will be stronger, if the power of the blood owner is higher, the greater the power of the Blood Crying Dagger, and it is worthy of your identity as the Grand Inquisitor to die under this holy artifact. "The Council has paid a lot just to use it, and three members of the Senate have volunteered their blood and lives before this mission. ”

He didn't go into any further details, but what was revealed in a light way was enough to make the red-glove around him tingle.

"Three members of the Lucifer Council? Victor shook his head, he knew that the arrogant Marquis of the Blood Clan never lied, and in normal times, it was definitely an extremely happy thing to hear the death of the three great heretics with his own ears, but where could he be happy now, and dare to pay such a big price, which showed that "Lucifer" was determined to succeed in this operation.

Borhertz looked at the dagger with a gaze full of intoxication, as if he was appreciating a precious work of art, and then, the intoxication was even more fanatical, "After it sucks the blood of the gods, it should be a genuine artifact, hehe, even the archmage of your human race will have to retreat when he meets me in the future, it is really an exciting picture." ”

Sente frowned, "Borherz, according to our agreement, you should hurry up and kill the princess now, and Victor will be handed over to us." ”

Borherz said lazily: "What's the hurry? You shouldn't have seen the power of Daedalus's golem weapon, even if I don't make a move, that young and beautiful Miss Diana will die tonight, I only need to be responsible for mending the knife, but you, what do you want to do with Victor? ”

Sente said lightly: "We night watchmen have our own methods, you don't have to worry about it, we will finish our work, you should go." ”

"A bunch of boring humans, hey, there won't be many interesting opponents like Victor in the Inquisition in the future. Borhertz narrowed his eyes, "I've been fighting with him for so many years, but now I'm suddenly a little reluctant to let him go, if we meet in the future, you have to try not to disappoint me, if I stab you to death casually, I'll be bored." ”

After ridiculing Cent, Borherz was about to leave, but he was suddenly stunned, and his hind feet froze in place as if they were rooted.

In four hundred years of darkness, Borherz was most familiar with the breath that accompanied him day and night, both as his adversary and his sentinel, and now it was a clear warning to the vampire that a dangerous enemy was nearby.

This murderous aura was not strong, and even seemed so faint that even the Red Gloves, who had always had a keen sense, did not notice it, but in the eyes of the Marquis of the Blood Clan, this was the truly terrifying place of the hidden enemy.

Borherz swung his dagger violently, and the blood-colored tide engulfed everything around him once again.

"Don't hide, come out. The vampire marquis snorted coldly, the dark red light soaked the four fields, and the moonlight turned red again, and no one could keep their composure under the influence of the blood dagger.

The blood-colored ripples rippled slightly, and the depths of the dense forest shrouded in the blood-colored moonlight seemed to turn into a huge cup, which contained a sweet blood-colored elixir, and the enchanting, beautiful but bloody slurry overflowed, forming a dreamlike red lake.

However, this lake of blood is filled with a chilling aura of violence, bloodlust, and hatred, representing the negative emotions in the souls of the three powerful dark creatures, like the poison in fine wine.

The rest of the Night's Watch reacted, but before they could move, the ubiquitous fluctuations of magic in the blood-colored moonlight suffocated and dizzy, and their bodies staggered.

As a veteran night watchman, his magic is not as aggressive as Victor's, but focuses on defense and support, and his body is lit up with a brilliant light unique to a sorcerer, barely resisting the invasion of the blood curse and banishing the intense discomfort from his body.

"Borherz, what do you want to do?" said Cent, but in the next second, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

The blood-colored ripples lit up with a little bit of crystal, and countless bright points of light dotted in the red blood curtain, like the stars reflected on the lake in the summer night sky, and like snow sugar sprinkled in red wine, the snow-white and translucent starlight surrounded the dense forest, the scene was picturesque and moving, but Sente felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

One of the night watchmen looked up with difficulty, his gaze through the mask and saw the starlight in the sky, those small points of light fell softly on his shoulders and hands, and then the night watchman's body froze, and his whole body was covered in a layer of snow-white crystals.

The rest of the Red Gloves were in the same situation, the starlight fell on them, their bodies crystallized at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, under the blood-colored moonlight, there were more than a dozen crystalline sculptures.

"What's going on?" Cente was shocked, the strangeness of the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

However, he is an old red glove after all, and after realizing that something is wrong, he quickly blessed himself with a magic spell, and then turned his head and rushed out of the dense forest, where Cent, who has fought against heretics all his life, knows a truth: living is everything. Therefore, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

After only a few steps, a strong feeling of paralysis came from his back, and Cente stumbled to the ground and felt that his whole body was completely immobile.

In his increasingly blurred vision, he vaguely saw that a layer of crystal brilliance spread from his lower body to the palm of his hand, and the wrinkled withered arms were exuding a crystal-like and moving brilliance at the moment, like an illusory dream.

What is this? Before he fainted, the old night watchman had such a thought

In the sight of the Marquis of the Blood Clan, the whole process he saw was a figure flashing with white light in the forest, and then those night watchmen became the appearance in front of them.

Even for Borhez, who has a lifespan of more than four hundred years, this scene can be called incredible, the blood clan then frowned, looked at the young man who appeared in front of him, and then his eyes fell on the sword in the young man's hand, he was stunned for a moment, the style of the sword did not belong to any of the kind he had ever seen, the sword body was slender and slender, the whole body seemed to be made of crystal, and the crystal clear sword spine shimmered with starry brilliance.

"What is this?" asked the vampire.

"My sword, Dawn. Constantine said, "As for its power, you must have seen it just now. ”

Borherz's gaze was withdrawn from the sword, and he looked carefully at Constantine who appeared in front of him again, to his surprise, the little guy was unexpectedly young, judging by Borherz's experience, he would never be more than eighteen years old, but those calm and implied sharp eyes had already conveyed enough information to him, combined with the shot just now, it could be seen that the young man in front of him was not an opponent that could be measured by age.

"It's kind of interesting. The Bloodclan turned his dagger, the boundless blood slowly fading, and he noticed the monk's uniform on the young man's body, "It's amazing that such a young shepherd has appeared in the church, but you did it in front of so many night watchmen, do you think the big man behind them will let you go afterwards?"

"To borrow what you just said, of course this kind of thing can only be done by you heretics. Constantine pouted, "I'm just a harmless little priest, how could I do such a thing? ”

"Tsk, that's a cunning statement, but it makes a lot of sense. Black magic fluctuations appeared in the forest, and the alchemist's figure emerged from the darkness, hissing in a hoarse voice, "I didn't think you could find me." ”

"Although you have a hidden magic circle around you, there are some arcane things that can't be hidden, such as the Eagle Eye above this tree. Constantine pointed to a tree near Daalus and said with a smile, "If you want to manipulate the golem from a distance, you must be unable to do without the help of reconnaissance arcane, if you hide this spell as well, you won't be able to observe the battle." ”

The Blood's face sank, and he remembered that Constantine jumped from the tree just now, and it stands to reason that it is impossible for Daedalus, who manipulated the Golem, to take the initiative to leave the circle to expose himself, but now Daedalus chose to appear, which means... He turned to look at the alchemist.

Daedalus's terrifying face was still calm, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts: "The Eagle Eye Technique has been destroyed by that kid, and Yumir will not be able to participate in the battle for a short time. ”

He then glanced at Constantine, and saw the scabbard at the young man's waist, and a little strange color appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"I smell the Emerald Meteorite, and several other magical materials, well, Star Sand, Crimson Agate, Azure Darksteel, Mirand's Magic Stone, and Mithril Powder. The half-human, half-machine alchemist repeated the names of various magical materials in a hoarse voice, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room.

However, the speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and every time he pronounced the name of a material, the eyes of the blood clan around him widened.

As a vampire with a lifespan of more than four centuries, Borherz's knowledge is no less profound than that of a Terran scholar, and any material blurted out by Daedalus is a rare item that ordinary alchemists can not find, and any alchemy weapon that contains one of the above can be included in the ranks of [transcendental], and so many rare materials have actually become a scabbard.

It's as incredible as a nobleman who spent his life collecting countless diamonds and ended up using them to make a flush toilet.

"Hey, what kind of material is this? I've never seen it before. Daedalus's attention was quickly drawn to the morning light, and the brilliance of the crystal sword burned deep into his eyes, and he muttered to himself.

"Don't forget our mission, Daedalus, not in your lab right now. Borhertz said coldly.

"What's the hurry? Anyway, even without Yumir, Diana is already at the end of her crossbow, and Stewart and the rest of the orcs are enough to clean her up, as well as her stupid guards. Daedalus waved his hand impatiently, his eyes fixed on Dawn, "It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting weapon, kill him, Borherz, leave that sword for me." ”

"Young shepherd, it seems that you have come to the wrong place tonight. Receiving the order, the Bloods slowly walked towards Constantine, and then raised the Bloodthirsty Dagger. "Still, I should thank you for helping me subdue these pesky red gloves and give me a chance to do something fun. ”

Streams of blood spat out from the daggers, burrowing into the bodies of the night watchmen like snakes, and the bodies of the red gloves trembled violently, and their bodies were swirled in the blood light, and the crystals on their bodies shattered in an instant, falling like snowflakes.

The mask also cracked, and at this moment in front of everyone was more than a dozen red gloves with red eyes, their mouths open, their teeth thin, although they still retained the appearance of humans, but they were essentially out of the word human.

"Living corpses?" Constantine frowned slightly, but was not as panicked as Borherz had imagined.

A low laugh came: "You're only half right, little one, the biological puppets created by the living corpse will completely lose their flexibility and become stupid, the only benefit is obedience, a trick that only vulgar magicians can play, how can I attach this kind of black magic that is neither beautiful nor efficient to my work."

Daedalus danced with his hands, the metal objects on his body clicking, and he seemed completely immersed in the explanation of his work.

"And I have processed this spell, the cursed and eroded souls will retain most of their fighting instincts during their lifetime, and the level of swordsmanship will not be damaged in the slightest, not only that, but they will also inherit the negative will of the three respected great heretic souls, and their combat power will increase unabated, little one, I must tell you that standing in front of you are more than a dozen half-vampires, their strength and speed far beyond when they were alive. Now, I'm giving you one last chance, you can choose to leave, but you must leave your sword behind. ”

Constantine remained silent: "In chivalric novels, many villains die because they talk too much nonsense, Your Excellency the heretical alchemist, you told me so much, are you afraid that you will die ugly enough?"

"Hehe, young man, I tell you as an elder that history is written by the victor himself, and it is uncertain who will be the villain in the future. Daedalus waved his hand, "I thought the young people of the church were more interesting than the old ones, and it seems that they were just pedantic priests brainwashed by knightly tales, so do it, Marquis." ”

The Marquis of the Blood Clan flicked the dagger lightly, and the surface of the dagger made a crisp sound, and the red gloves standing on the side seemed to have received some signal, their expressions were hideous, and they turned into remnants of the Dao Dao and pounced in the direction where the young man was standing.

The half-vampire Night's Watch became even more terrifying, as the alchemists had said. More than a dozen sword lights illuminated the woods, the sound of breaking wind sounded, and the divine aura on the sword had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a murderous machine with the smell of blood.

Moreover, the tacit understanding formed by the Red Gloves during their lifetime was actually preserved, and the battle formation composed of more than a dozen Red Gloves with greatly increased strength was enough to make any strong man in the empire feel terrified.

What's even more terrifying is that if you are bitten by these walking living corpses, the curse will also be passed on to the injured at the same time.

More than a dozen sword winds intertwined into a terrifying storm, and the amazing strength of the red gloves was visible at a glance, and in an instant, countless leaves were blown off the branches, floated up with the wind, fell into the storm, and then were twisted to pieces, and even the residue could not be seen.

In anyone's opinion, the final fate of the teenager on the brink of the storm will be no different from these leaves.

Borhertz didn't do anything, there was no need for that at all, the Red Gloves were all masters of swordsmanship during their lifetimes, and in terms of the professionalism of group combat, the entire Holy Empire couldn't find a few organizations that could be compared to it, even if it was the intact Victor or himself, under the offensive launched by the more than a dozen red gloves who were half-vampire, they were still powerless, and in the eyes of the Marquis of the Blood Clan, until now, the young man who had been standing still was already a dead man.