Listening to Wittensteen's impassioned words, Albert's face became more and more gloomy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I can't do it. He muttered to himself, holding the "Black Blade" in his hand, the other party refused to surrender, and there was only one way to fight.

The two sides struck almost at the same time, and Weston and Cevis flapped their wings and rushed towards each other, like two for tat arrows off the string, and the whistling wind generated at high speed even blocked the rain. At the same time, Albert raised his arms and threw the "Black Edge" out of the air, attacking Westen. Then he kicked Chevis the back, and he soared into the air, slamming his fist at Westonsting, and a scorching fire ignited around him.

"Stupid. Seeing Albert abandon his weapon, Witton Stings sneered and stared at the black sword that shot at him.

However, the moment Witton Sting blocked "Black Edge", his smile instantly froze, and his face changed from calm at the beginning to horror.

Wittensting's "bloodthirsty" blocked the black longsword and held it in his hand. This should have been a joyous thing, but at the moment of contact with the black long sword, an unknown energy appeared out of nowhere, causing the blood poison power in his body to stagnate, and the circulation speed was much slower.

"Damn. He immediately realized that the strange power was pouring from the black sword.

Immediately afterward, Witton Sting threw his black longsword to the ground.

But it was too late.

In the moment of Weittensing's stunnedness, Albert had swooped down in front of him.

The water vapor evaporated by the flames rose, and Albert reached out and condensed his right hand into a dragon claw, piercing through Wittensteen's chest.

Po Bo's crimson blood gushed out, but Wittensting's breath of life did not disappear, not only that, but he also raised the "bloodthirsty" in his hand to stab Albert.

Albert was also a little surprised by such a result. But he didn't have time to think about why Witton Stin was still alive after being pierced through his chest, and hurriedly turned sideways, avoiding the attack of the blood-colored rappier.

However, before Albert could rejoice that he was quick enough to react, the Scarlet Rapier struck again.

The slender blood-red blade resembled a poisonous snake spitting letters, and Albert was shocked and hurriedly dodged again, but this time he was not so lucky. With a crisp shattering sound, the rapier shattered the dark red dragon scales that were harder than steel and pierced through his shoulder, the sharp tip of the sword peeking through his back.

And it wasn't over yet, Witton Styn continued to exert his strength, and the scalp-tinging cutting sound rang out suddenly.

"Ah!" Albert let out a roar of pain as he shuddered.

For a moment, blood poured into him, and he could feel the blade gliding towards his heart, and although Witton Sting's movements were very slow due to the dragon scales, he was powerless to resist due to the severe pain. What's more, his hand was still in Wittensting's chest, which made him lose the last hope of escape.

At this moment, Albert finally began to regret his recklessness.

Who would have thought that a person who was pierced through the chest could still be alive and his combat effectiveness had not been affected in the slightest.

Albert didn't know much about the Bloodline, to be exact, the Dragons didn't know enough about the Bloodline. There are not many records of vampire history and abilities in the memory of the dragons, perhaps the bloods are a race banished to the dark underworld, or perhaps in the eyes of the dragons, the vampires are just a group of ridiculous and filthy jumping clowns, adult dragons with pure blood, who can deal with dozens or even hundreds of vampires with just one breath of dragon breath.

In fact, only a moment has passed, but Albert feels that a century has passed.

He had sought a ray of life in his long agony, and if it weren't for the power of the Red Dragon and the power of Holy Restoration, he would have died.

"Roar!" At this critical moment, an earth-shattering dragon roar sounded behind Albert, followed by the sound of a whistling wind. Chevis finally arrived, screaming and lunging at Westonsting, but the other man flew backwards several meters with Albert and dodged the fatal blow.

At the same time, Albert pulled out the dragon claw that had remained in Wittensteen's chest.

Immediately afterward, he bent down and raised his foot, kicked with all his might, kicked Witton Sting's lower abdomen, and flew upside down with his strength.

A bloody arrow rushed out, and Albert successfully got rid of the "bloodthirst" that ran through his shoulder, but this was already his limit, and he didn't have any strength.

At this moment, Chevis hurriedly retracted his dragon wings and dived downward, catching Albert as he fell, while blocking a surge of blood with his most vulnerable head.

"Roar!"

Chevis let out a painful roar, and the acidic dragon's blood splattered, and the rain corroded into steam.

The sharp light of blood left a hideous wound on his skull that stretched across most of his head and was deep into the bones, and if he were more accurate, he would have turned into a one-eyed dragon.

But Chevis didn't flee because he was wounded, and turned to Westonsteen, his snake-like eyes filled with rage. But he didn't do it because of Albert's orders, let alone for some bullshit honor, Albert was now uncertain, and he could have walked away. But the voice from the depths of his heart did not allow him to do so, Albert gave him a new lease of life and freedom, and he owed him, which would never change.

And Albert said that they were friends.

"Roar!"

With the angry roar of the dragon, a strong green sour breath erupted.

At the same time, Chevis rushed towards Wittensteen like madness, his eyes full of mortal faith, he knew that he was no match for Wittensteen, and that he wanted to avenge Albert, but he had to die together.

Looking at the acidic breath that came from the burst, Witton Stim did not have the slightest panic on his face.

Not only that, but he was still smiling, but more like a mockery. At this time, the huge wound on his chest was rapidly recovering.

Vampires have immortal bodies, or rather, they don't have bodies at all. The bodies of vampires are not really flesh and blood, but the power of blood poison, in other words, they are like illusions condensed by those super strong. Of course, vampires are not really immortal, they are also different from illusions, vampires have a blood poison core hidden in their brains, which contains power and memory, as long as they destroy the blood poison core, they will die.

But apparently, neither Chevis nor Albert, who had fainted, knew this.

In the face of the dragon's breath, Weston did not dodge, but opened his arms, as if to welcome the baptism of strong acid.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" Wittensteen's body was shattered, but he was still smiling.

"Roar!" an enraged Cevis didn't notice the anomaly, or said that there was only one thought in his mind right now, to kill the damn vampire and avenge Albert!

The next second-

The sound of metal cutting and flesh cracking played at the same time, like a music of horror from hell.

Cevis smashed Weyston to pieces, and he himself was cut open by "Bloodthirsty" with a hideous wound that spread from his neck to his tail, and half of his abdomen hung down, and even the internal organs could be seen. If it weren't for his size, the blow would have cut him in half.

And Wittenstein, who had only his head left, still smiling, as if he were just a spectator.