Walking to the front of the big house, Philip took a deep breath and kicked it suddenly, only to hear a "clang", and the heavy solid wooden door was directly kicked away by Philip's blessed foot.

"Ahh

In direct sunlight, a bare-headed failed newborn baby was reduced to ashes in the screams. Direct sun is clearly not their right.

The low-level blood newborn cowered in the shadows and did not dare to step forward, but they yelled at the three Philip without any brains.

The elven princess's accurate bow and arrow shot with strands of white color at the rampant blood newborn, as soon as it was shot, the blood newborn would be frozen into an ice sculpture, and then the next arrow came, and the ice sculpture was burst by the arrow and turned into pieces.

Without Philip or Grace, Delia almost single-handedly killed a dozen or so newborns of the Bloodline entrenched in the hall.

Turning over the hall of the house, in the complex labyrinthine house, several high-level blood clans in black dresses ran out, relying on their fast-moving bodies and familiarity with the terrain, for a while, Delia could not aim.

Fortunately, with Delia, the Duke-level bloodline is faster and more powerful than these guys.

Grace vanished from Philip's side almost instantly, and Philip saw a figure swoop down on the ceiling of the hallway, grabbing a Bloodline from a dark corner and throwing it down.

The duchess fell in the air, swinging the short sword in her hand and stabbing the heart of the unlucky blood clan. Grace stood up and looked around coldly, and Philip could feel a sense of fear, a kind of fear from the inferior to the superior.

Grace disappeared again. In the direction that Philip's eyes had not yet turned, the screams came and went, and Philip and the others went all the way deep into the house, and along the way, more and more corpses of the fallen blood clan were falling.

The cellar where Carcassonne was hiding soon arrived, and Grace drew the dagger that had been stuck in the chest of the Count of Heras's blood, kicked it away, and the lifeless blood's corpse rolled down the stairs until it fell into the dark cellar.

Coming in down the stairs, by the dim light. Philip saw the handsome Carcassonne sitting at a dining table. It doesn't matter if his men lose their lives and Philip kills them in front of him.

The Grand Duke's blood clan was pressing his head against the neck of a young woman, the young snow-white ketones looking delicate in the light, and it looked as if Carcassonne was kissing her delicate body.

Behind them are rows of shelves with wine barrels. The aroma of red wine is overwhelming. It seems that a love blockbuster is going on here.

But. Carcassonne was definitely not doing anything glamorous, the woman's body was an abnormal white, without a trace of blood. The mouth was wide open, and the godless eyes seemed to tell of the fear of dying.

"It's too cruel!" Grace whispered, "There is nothing more painful than watching yourself die a little bit, directly sucking up all the blood of people, and doing so in a fighting state is forbidden by order of the various blood clans on the Bright Continent." ”

Philip nodded, there is a famous saying on Earth: "The most terrible thing is not death, but the process of waiting for death." "There is not a single condemned prisoner who has been held for a long time who has not fallen into madness before his execution, and it is better to wait for death for a long time than to be executed at the moment of sentencing.

This ban was a promise made by the blood clan who fled the Demon Continent in exchange for living space in the Bright Continent, and Carcassonne now has no scruples about directly sucking the blood of a civilian, obviously fighting to the death.

Pretending to wipe the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, Carcassonne stood up from behind the table and smiled grimly: "It seems that you still found me, I really didn't expect that the food would dare to attack the master." ”

"Food?" said Philip sarcastically, "I don't know which food destroyed all your supplies and forced you to risk being caught." ”

This is the news that Philip found out from the blood captive Cannavaro, the battle between Philip and Carcassonne destroyed their most important material - blood, and the Heras blood who were originally hiding had to take the initiative to prey, so the Heras blood who was hiding in the dark corner had to take the initiative to attack.

During this time, although Afrika was terrified and lived in fear, Philip and his soldiers also surrounded the Heras blood clan throughout the city, as long as they survived this battle, the Heras blood clan would be slowly wiped out by the army, and at that time, Carcassonne would have to escape.

Hearing Philip say this, a trace of anger flashed on Carcassonne's face, and the Grand Duke flipped over the table in front of him, and the gentleness just now was completely gone: "Don't talk nonsense, today is either you die or I die, but I won't be deceived by your fake eighth-level magic like last time!"

In the last battle in the warehouse, Philip only had time to output all the magic of the magic crystal array behind him at one time, but the huge magic energy made him unable to control it with mental power at all, let alone run into eighth-level magic according to a certain magic line, so he could only shoot out like a pillar of light, and then explode.

Carcassonne's combat experience is not less, and with a little recollection afterwards, you can see the difference between a huge amount of magical energy and a formed eighth-level magic.

As soon as the words fell, Carcassonne attacked Philip, who was so fast that even ordinary warriors could not react, let alone Philip who was just a magician.

Seeing Lord Lobit stunned, Grace hurriedly blocked in front of Philip and used his best strength to stab Carcassonne with his short sword.

The Grand Duke's hand was like steel, and he broke Grace's short sword, and with a wave of his hand, Grace's delicate body was tossed aside like a toy, knocking over the wine rack in the cellar.

Only then did Philip react, and hurriedly ran to Grace's side, and the duchess reluctantly opened the barrel pressed on her body, with a trace of bright red liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth, looking very embarrassed.

"How?" asked Philip anxiously.

"It's fine," Grace touched the bottom of his chest. His face looked very painful, "I just can't help you anymore." ”

Philip nodded, wanting to say something comforting, when he heard a scream from behind him.

Delia's smaller body was lifted by Carcassonne with one hand, and it looked like a leaf in the wind, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment, and her young life would be lost.

Philip hurriedly sent out a magically compressed fireball technique, and the scorching ball of light didn't seem to have any effect on Carcassonne's body, and the pure magic attack of low-level magic obviously couldn't hurt the Grand Duke-level bloodline.

However, Carcassonne's attention was drawn to Philip. He shook his hand and threw Delia away. The white face contorted, and he walked towards Philip with a sinister smile.

"Magic, you are a great magician at most, and against a grand duke-level blood clan like me, you should wait for death. Otherwise, I'll kill your two women in front of you. And you'll be able to watch it live. Wow ha......ha

Ignoring the irritation of his words, Philip pulled out the Crystal Gun from his waist and prepared it for Carcassonne.

"Magic weapons?" Carcassonne was stunned. Then he said nonchalantly, "Do you think I'll be afraid of ordinary magic weapons?"

The corners of Philip's mouth pulled a smile, which made Carcassonne feel a little bad inexplicably, this kind of smile will only appear when he is absolutely sure, does this man have any tricks?

With a tight heart, Carcassonne dodged to the side hard, but unfortunately he was still a step too late, and he felt a piercing pain in his right leg, as if something had entered his thigh, pointy, hard, and seemed to be some kind of metal.

It doesn't matter, the blood clan has a strong recovery ability, as long as you clean up this tricky guy and dig out that thing yourself.

Carcassonne thought that Philip was deliberately fooling him with something that looked powerful again, just like last time, and then took the opportunity to escape, this time, Carcassonne decided to endure the pain and resolutely not give Philip any chance.

Philip scratched his head, the shell of this bullet seemed to be made a little thick, and it actually resisted the impact of the outside, and also caused the magic crystal inside to explode.

Raising his hand, another shot was taken, and although Carcassonne thought Philip was pretending, he dodged it, and this time, the bullet hit the left thigh.

It hurts, Carcassonne is a little annoyed, he can't dodge, although the damage is not big, but it is too annoying to always be hit, I will ask later, how did this guy do it......

In his mind, he was thinking about whether he would suck Philip's blood or let him watch his woman being tortured by himself, when suddenly, Carcassonne noticed a weakness in his left leg, lowered his head, and touched it with his hand......

Blood, minced meat, hands all over.

That's right!

Philip looked at Carcassonne with a smile, the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan was looking at his left thigh in disbelief, there, a bowl-like blood hole suddenly appeared, and the explosive bullet exploded in his thigh, directly blasting away a large piece of flesh and blood, but unfortunately the fly in the ointment is that even if the major artery is broken, the Blood Clan will not spurt out a large amount of blood like humans, and then die of excessive blood loss.

However, it didn't matter, he would be dead anyway, and Philip raised his gun, ready to deliver the decisive last blow to Carcassonne's head.

The Grand Duke of the Blood Clan was really frightened this time, and when he saw Philip raise the barrel of the gun in his hand again, he immediately screamed, and retreated directly to the back of the cellar at a speed that Philip had never seen before, and kept overturning the tall shelves on both sides along the way, trying to block Philip.

The barrel slammed into the ground with a dull sound, the ruby red liquid soaked the ground, and the smell of wine showed that it had been a long time, but Philip was too late, and now it was the most important thing to catch Carcassonne.

Bypassing another passage, behind a broken barrel, Philip discovered that there was a staircase leading to the ground in the cellar.

Carcassonne was nowhere to be found, and even if he tried to find it through the blood of his wounds, he was unfortunately crushed under the broken barrel, and he couldn't find it.

Carcassonne could not be found, but there were still two beautiful women waiting to be rescued, and Philip hurried back to the place where the battle was fighting, and after seeing that Grace was fine, he hurried to find Delia.

The lovely elven princess fell limply in the corner, and Philip took two quick steps, came to Delia and crouched down, probed his nose, and fortunately, he was still breathing, but he fainted.

PS: Thank you for the commuter pass of "Iosmi", thank you very much! (To be continued......)