Activating the frequency conversion magic system and adding light spirit magic, Philip's body was like a feather, and with a slight touch of his toes, he floated forward, greatly reducing his weight, and Philip's speed suddenly turned into lightning, following Grace.

Along the way, the escaped Duke of the Blood Clan knocked over a lot of things, the painting of the Doge's Palace was overturned to the ground, and the porcelain was shattered on the ground and cracked into pieces.

"Stop!"

A high-level mage wearing a silver scepter emblem on his chest appeared on the way of the Blood Duke, and a large amount of magical energy gathered on him, apparently ready to launch an attack on the enemy.

"Get out of the way, he's a duke-level bloodline!"

Grace shouted loudly, but unfortunately, it was too late, the magic in the hands of the senior magician had not yet been released, and he was bullied in front of him by the blood duke, the sharp fangs pierced the neck of the senior magician, and the blood quickly disappeared on the magician's face, and the narrow space made Grace have no time to rescue, so he could only watch the magician being sucked dry of blood.

After sucking the blood, a trace of red flashed in the eyes of the Duke of the Blood Clan, it seemed that his momentum was much stronger than just now, and he made a throat-cutting motion to Grace and Philip and ran towards the interior of the Governor's Palace, and the speed seemed to be faster.

Eventually, Philip chased the two to a windowless auditorium, where the two Bloodlords were fighting without any scruples.

Grace's hand seemed to stab at the Blood Duke with an afterimage, but the Blood Duke also fought back with the same swift speed, and for a while, neither of them could help the other.

In front of a true warrior, a physically weak mage is almost powerless to fight back. Even if magic temporarily strengthens the body, the after-effects may cause irreparable damage to the body.

Therefore, Philip did not immediately join the battle between Grace and the Duke of Blood, but silently accumulated his mana power, ready for a possible thunderous strike at any time.

Grace stepped on the wall with one foot, and with the help of the powerful force of his legs, Grace seemed to be walking vertically on the wall, briefly losing the restraint of gravity.

With a thud, Grace bounced off the wall, bouncing vertically faster than if he were running straight from the ground. Moment. Grace briefly vanished in the air, as if teleportation were a spatial magic.

When he reappeared, Grace had already appeared behind the Blood Duke, his glittering dagger stabbing into the enemy's vest.

The Duke of the Blood Clan suddenly stepped aside, avoiding his vital point. But he was still stabbed in the arm. The black dress was cut. There was a big cut on the skin.

There was no blood coming out of this wound, and it was even healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strong healing ability of the blood clan was visible.

But. The red glow in the eyes of the Duke of the Blood Clan seemed to dim, and Grace told Philip that although the Blood Clan has a strong self-healing ability, it is all at the expense of its own essence and blood, and to heal the wounds, it will consume its own essence and blood.

Without resting, Grace resumed his attacks, each attack was aimed at the vital point of the Duke of the Blood, and Philip somewhat understood Grace's intentions, she was trying to grind the enemy to death.

is also a duke-level blood clan, but the male duke after sucking blood will obviously be stronger than Grace's ability, especially after sucking the blood of a high-level magician, so that Grace can't help him for a while.

Philip believed that if it weren't for the male duke who had retained his strength to fight out of the Governor's Palace, which was surrounded by soldiers, Grace would have been defeated long ago.

Fortunately, Grace's more than 1,000 years of experience was not given in vain, and the attrition tactics she employed gradually tilted the victory scales in her favor.

With a cry of pain, the Duke of the Blood Clan glanced down at the chest that had been cut by Grace, the elegant dress had long been torn, and a crooked crack appeared on the shirt like a beggar's suit.

Using his own essence blood to heal the wound, the speed of the Blood Duke increased suddenly, and Grace's arm was stabbed several times by the long sword, but the Blood Duke's thigh was also slashed. It seems that he has seen Grace's tactics, and he does not plan to fight a war of attrition again, preferring to fight his own injuries rather than fight quickly.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that Grace was not fighting alone, and Philip, who had been accumulating for a long time, burst into a roar, and the hot arcane bronze meridians shone dazzlingly under the magic robes, stabbing the Duke of the Blood Clan a little unable to open his eyes.

Count Lobit's skin quickly turned grayish white of steel, and at the same time, Philip felt his limbs become advantageous, and took a slight step forward, leaving a footprint on the stiff rocky ground.

At this moment, Philip launched two seventh-level magics at the same time, tempering and steel bones, the skin of his body was harder than steel armor, and the strength on his body was stronger than that of Hercules, the combination of these two spells created a great magician-level warrior!

Philip continued that energy was not in vain, just like he overloaded the electrical system in his previous life, using the characteristics of circuits and components that can pass through more than its standard carrying energy in a short period of time, and greatly passing the magic energy that can pass through the design of the inverter magic system.

This is actually very dangerous, the more energy overloaded, the hotter the system will be, and it is not proportional heating, such heat growth and energy growth is an exponential level, that is, the energy increases by two times, the heat increases by two times, and if the energy is increased by three times, then the heat will increase by four, five times or even more.

If the overload is too long, Philip is very sure that he will turn into a roasted whole lamb.

Fortunately, the Baron of the Blood Clan soon couldn't bear it anymore and attacked Grace with all his might, and Philip had the opportunity to use all the magic on his body.

Philip condensed an ice spear in his hand and stabbed at the Baron of the Blood, the sudden attack gave the Barke only time to avoid his own vital point, but it also allowed Philip to pierce the lobe of his lung, and a sharp tip of ice appeared in his chest.

Although the Duke of the Bloodline is immune to a certain amount of magical attacks, he is always immune to this physical piercing.

The Baron of the Blood Clan gritted his teeth. Raw cut off the ice spear and quickly fled to a corner of the conference room, a large mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, and if he hadn't fled just now, the short sword in the hand of Grace who followed him would have slit his throat.

Having joined Grace, Philip decided to take advantage of the victory and pursued, constantly throwing fireballs or ice picks in his hands, allowing the Bloodlord to dodge left and right. Grace, on the other hand, took the opportunity to attack the Baron of the Blood, making him need to dodge Philip's attacks while leaving Grace at the same time.

In the two-on-one situation, the Barke of the Blood Clan finally showed a sign of defeat, and was caught by Grace A flaw, a white dazzling knife flashed, and an arm shrouded in the long sleeves of the black dress flew into the air, and Philip, who had approached the Barn's side, pounced forward, and tightly encircled the Barn of the Blood with his hands of steel bones.

The unwilling shaking didn't make Philip let go, the force of the steel skeleton was enough to bend the bar, and the seriously injured Bar Duchess would never be tougher than real steel.

However, the struggle of the Barn of the Bloods seemed to annoy Philip, and with a wave of his hand, he motioned for Grace to stand back, and Lord Lobit slammed the wall, and the powerful force smashed a hole in the wall, and the sunlight shone through the opening.

Aiming the Baron of the Blood Clan at this ray of sunlight, a scream like a pig suddenly came from the auditorium.

"Ahh

The Barlord of the Blood Clan screamed bitterly, and his body struggled even more violently at first, but as puffs of green smoke came out of his body, the movements of the Barlord of the Blood Clan became smaller and smaller, and at the last time, only a wail was heard, but there was no movement.

Ordinary sunlight naturally can't hurt the male duke of the blood clan, but the seriously injured blood clan may not necessarily resist the sun's aggression on them, thinking that at the beginning, when Grace was still a marquis, even if he was not injured, he had to go out covered with a thick layer of robes, his hand was broken, and his chest was pierced, and now he definitely does not have the strength of a marquis.

"Bang!" Philip threw the Bloodboy to the ground like garbage, Philip didn't want the Bloodlord to die yet, and there were still many questions to ask him.

"You, you are not good, the Heras blood clan will not let you go!"

Philip hadn't asked yet, but the male duke of the blood clan had intimidated Philip first.

It seems that some people still don't have a long memory.

Philip lifted the Bloodlord's collar and pulled it into the sunlight to continue to shine.

"Ahh

"If you dare to insult my dignified duke-level blood Jeffrey, the Heras blood clan will avenge me!"

......

This duke-level bloodline is still relatively tough, Philip inflicts pain over and over again, and Geoffrey either screams or curses, or does not have a word of convincing.

Unable to take the initiative to protect himself, the sun shone on Geoffrey's flesh, scalding one blister after another, and then bursting, yellow pus flowing all over his face, and the originally handsome duke was like a disfigured monster at this time.

"I ask you again what you Heras are up to, what you are trying to do with Galia, and what you have to do with Galia, and I will let you die honorably and save you all these sufferings. ”

"Yes, let's dream!" Jeffrey raised his only remaining eye to look at Philip, the expression on his face was extremely crazy, "The Heras Blood Clan has been standing in the Bright Continent for so many years, have you ever seen a warrior of the Heras Blood Clan who is a traitor? ”

Everyone in the Bright Continent knows that the Heras blood clan is known as political mercenaries, but they are not like some mercenaries, they can sell everything for money, let alone partners and employers, even if they sell the old lady.

PS: Thanks to the "Little Sailor" for the 588 starting coins reward! (To be continued......)