The bat's wings flapped gently, and in this world of shadows, the beating heartbeat and the sound of chaotic air currents echoed in the ears of strangers.

Armand has undergone a real metamorphosis.

It went from being born with a disability to being a able-bodied blood.

The power of the shadow silk was also channeled by the blood of a woman, and it evolved into the kingdom of shadows in front of you.

She used to mention the word "time."

Coupled with the pocket watch in the woman's hand, it is a classic symbol of the retrospective.

So

Is this the plot line between the Retrospective and the Blood's Invitation?

Yunfan is clear.

He looked at the pure black world.

Bite!

[Through the activation of the blood of the mysterious "Eternal", Armand has become different from before. 】

[It has finally solved the true mystery of the Black Line, and at this moment, the power of the awakened Blood Clan's shadow spell and the "time" ability from the Eternal's Christine coexist in its body, forming Armand's natural ability, the Shadow Country. 】

[Land of Shadows: Armand can cut through the shadow filament, freeze a moment in the real world, and transform it into a country of shadows.] In the Shadow Space, Armand can attack the shadows of living beings. When the Shadow Country's duration expires and it collapses, the damage dealt in the Shadow Space will be "projected" back to the real world in a certain proportion. 】

Patiently reading the text prompt in front of him, Yun Fan trembled his hands and drew the sword that had returned to his waist after coming to the Land of Shadows.

He was still bound by the phantom of the cage, and when he saw this, the stranger immediately split the lock.

Fury pounded into his mind.

The actions of the oracle and the brutal detention reminded him of memories that were almost forgotten.

be

Embarrassing memories.

The stranger understands that he is sick uncontrollably.

But this time, Armand's soul became unusually sober.

The roles played by the two sides are reversed.

Swish!

With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword went straight to the black shadow of the black-robed divine envoy.

[The mission objective has changed.] 】

[The current mission goal is: Leave the dueling arena.] 】

......

Flying werewolf blood sprinkled into the cage.

The figure of the mad swordsman disappeared alive in front of the oracle.

At the same time, he saw the mysterious woman from before, who was holding a pocket watch in her hand, and inexplicably appeared here again.

A large black crack lay between the two of them, and the oracle looked inside, but all prying eyes were perfectly cut off by the pure black.

Looking at the crack that seemed to breathe, an inexplicable fear suddenly rose in the heart of the divine envoy.

Vampires that suddenly disappear, cracks that form in the void...

Is this a power similar to the "Gift of the Gate"?!

Airplanes!

Purple and black light shone, and the oracle escaped through the portal, leaving the high platform and coming to the door of the dueling arena.

Fleeing into the encirclement of the cultists and slaves, he thought he should be relieved.

but

The strange sense of crisis has not faded.

What could be the source of this danger?

He was puzzled.

"Woooooo

The surviving werewolf looked at the remains of his companions, as well as at his owner, who had left suddenly, and it did not understand what was happening, and looked up and called.

The next moment, the figure of the mad swordsman returned to the high platform.

It appears outside the cage.

The cold light flashed, and the lock was split in an instant.

"Thank you."

The Tracer stepped out, first glancing deeply at Armand, then bypassing the werewolf on the ground and the standing werewolf, and then walking to a corner that Armand couldn't see.

The oracle suddenly noticed that it seemed that at the moment of Armand's return, the werewolf who had been roaring all along suddenly stopped roaring.

Poof.

A crack appeared on the werewolf's neck, and then the massive wolf's head slid down the intact facet and rolled all the way to the edge of the platform.

The headless wolf corpse had a cut of its neck, and it jerked and ran forward a few steps, eventually smashing its head on the corpse of another fellow human.

"It's—"

The oracle's pupils dilated, and his face was flustered, no longer presumptuous and arrogant.

He was overwhelmed by something beyond his comprehension.

A hot touch appears on the face.

The divine envoy subconsciously touched it, only to see that the palm of his hand was a slippery and greasy blood.

Two hideous scratches overlapped to form an "X", cutting through the tumbling flesh and cracking from the corners of the eyes to the lips, and the wounds were extremely long and deep. One of the breaches even passed through the oracle's left eye, which meant that he had lost vision from his left eye forever.

Clang!

There was a stinging pain in his neck, but under the left eye, which had been blinded, in the scar that flowed with halos, purple and black light shone brightly, blocking most of the shadow kingdom's attacks for the divine envoy.

Touching the shallow bloodstain on his neck, the divine envoy still had palpitations.

If it weren't for the blessing of the great sin, he would have died at that moment!

After this wave of consumption, the purple-black light that seemed to be endless became extremely dim, if there was nothing, like a firefly that would be extinguished at any time.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof...

At the same time, countless cuts appeared out of thin air on the bodies of many followers of the Deadly Sin Order.

In the midst of the catastrophic tragedy of broken limbs and flying flesh and blood, and the terrible wail, the divine envoy deeply understood the horror of the vampire in front of him.

This is obviously not a calamity that he can handle!

He spat out extremely filthy words to vent his emotions.

He was just an oracle, not one of those high-ranking bishops, how could he be in such trouble!

Unlike the Holy See, within the Holy See, those who can be called "oracles" are usually big people with heads and faces. But in the Cult of Mortal Sins, the name of the Divine Envoy is just a leader of a small class higher than the ordinary sect, and it is not a powerful character.

"I've got to report this, I've got to report it..."

"Let the big guys decide..."

As he spoke, the angel squirmed his pale lips and summoned a portal with all his energy.

This is an ultra-long distance passage for escape.

As soon as he was accepted by his comrades on the other side, he could immediately return to the Order's base camp.

But the construction of this particular door takes a while.

"Dog***!"

The roar was getting closer.

A dark shadow with bat wings loomed over his head.

The remnants of the congregation and slaves rushed forward to buy the last chance for the oracle.

In the midst of a river of blood, the door finally opened.

"Mad swordsman, we'll see you again."

The oracle roared behind him, unleashing a vicious curse.

Sou!

The blood light that flew from the distance smashed the oracle's mouth before he could flee.

It was a blood spell mixed with an aura that reassured Armand.

Yun Fan looked at it, and Tik stood in the shadow of the firelight, flapping his broken wings weakly.

"Your Excellency, Prince."

"Am I..."

"Late?"