After a little rejoicing, Lewis saw two pitch-black spears shoot out of the air, and he hurried forward.

The two pitch-black spears shot at the grass, and the grass that still had a little green left in the late autumn quickly turned black and rotted, emitting a trace of black gas.

Table tennis!

Finding the right opportunity, Lewis fired a shot, and the silver-white bullet flashed and hit Shaw. Where Mick was standing, he was blocked by the other party with a dark rope.

The bullet just completely broke up the darkness and then grazed Shaw. A few drops of blood dripped from Mick's calf.

"Tsk...... As the 'lucky one', I don't have enough damage to fight, the only effective means of damage is the pistol, and now there is only one purification bullet left in the pistol. ”

Before he had time to think about it, Lewis saw Shaw. Mick pounced on it with his illusory bat wings, and the vampire naturally had the advantage of speed, forcing him to roll to dodge the attack.

Laugh at!

The long pointed claws streaked across Lewis's face, and the mark quickly spread and blackened, as if corroded by sulfuric acid.

Seeing that the conventional encounter could not be beaten, Lewis took out a crystal ball the size of a half fist from his pocket, and he pointed the crystal ball towards Xiao. Roll off where Mick had stood.

Luckily, the crystal ball happened to stain Xiao in the process of tumbling down. Mick's blood.

Resemble. Mick turned, and he spread his wings again, chasing after Lewis.

Lewis parried with his pistol, his long pointed claws gripped at the revolver with a tooth-aching sound.

"Sneer......"

"I curse Shaw. Mick will have a headache and his luck will turn bad. While resisting Shaw. Mick's attack, Lewis shouted.

As he uttered that disgusting little curse, the crystal ball glowed blue, and Shaw. Mick subconsciously helped his head.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lewis dodged Shaw. Mick, he quickly shoved two bullets into the revolver.

Pong!

Two silver-golden-yellow bullets shot out in succession, and Xiao. Mick's figure flickered out of the way, his figure slowing down a little because of the headache, and then a golden bullet struck him in the chest.

This bullet seems to be covered with some force that will be Shaw. Mick's chest glowed golden, and he let out a painful wail, as if he had been greatly hurt.

The next moment, three dark spears condensed in mid-air again, and those three dark spears shot towards Lewis.

Resemble. Mick's movements were the opposite of where the dark spear was fired, and he spread his dark wings and flew into the darkness.

Dodging the Dark Spear, Lewis hurried towards Shaw. Mick flew away and chased after him, although the opponent's speed had decreased, but the vampire naturally had a speed advantage, and if the opponent was determined to run, it was not very likely that he would catch up.

On the spot, he decided to use that transcendent item in the spirit, which could easily defeat Xiao. Mick.

"Exclusive to Lewis. Harvey's Magical Item ......"

As soon as the incantation began to be recited, Lewis saw that Shaw. Mick bumped into a pigeon head-on, and his body slowed down.

It was the time gap at this point that the bullet in Lewis's pistol had already flown out in a straight line, and that bullet shone with a golden sheen that pierced through Shaw. Mick's skull bloomed in the night sky with a blood flower.

"Plop!"

Resemble. The illusory wings behind Mick lost their strength and vanished, and he fell in front of a drainage canal 50 meters away, his face grazing the ground and rolling forward several meters.

Lewis hurriedly followed, and he made up another shot to confirm that Shaw. Mick was already dead, and he was groping around the corpse.

Resemble. There weren't many items on Mick's corpse, just a golden phalange, and just touching it made your mouth feel dry.

Lewis took the golden phalanx and took it with Shaw. Mick's body was returned outside the house.

The skinny vampire holds a half-empty glass bottle with some blue liquid left in it.

"You defeated Shaw. Mick? Seeing the corpse in Lewis's hand, the thin vampire turned his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Lewis showed not overwhelming strength in the course of the battle, but overwhelming luck, which made Shaw. Mick was always in a state of loss until he was finally killed.

"As agreed beforehand, Shaw. The items on Mick's body belong to me, and the transcendent traits on him belong to you, but you have to pay me 500 pounds. Lewis reminded.

"Of course, this is agreed in advance, and the blood clan will not break the agreement."

It seemed that the blue liquid had done its job, and the scorched marks on the thin vampire's body were slowly improving, and he came to the fat vampire and poured the remaining half of the bottle into the other person's mouth.

Suddenly, the fat vampire's body reacted, and his breathing stabilized, freed from that dying state.

Lewis looked at the bottle of potion enviously, he knew that it was an herb made by the vampire clan, with extraordinary powers.

Without waiting too long, he searched for everything he could take with him inside and outside the house, and left after successfully packing.

This consisted of a golden phalange, an unknown supernatural character, and a small amount of cash, less than £20.

"The people of the Rose Sect are really poor, and I haven't seen any unofficial transcendents who are too rich so far." Lewis bitterly took the items, believing that the vampires would take care of the battle.

It was already the middle of the night when the battle was over, and Lewis was not in a hurry to return, but found a small hotel nearby to stay for a while.

After today's incident, he should no longer encounter the surveillance of the Rose School, which made him obviously much more relaxed.

After making a sealed spiritual wall, Lewis took out the phalanx bone and divined it:

"How to use this transcendent item."

Holding the paper on which he had written his divination statements, Lewis fell asleep by the window.

Passing through the pure whiteness in front of him, Lewis saw a hand with a long pointed nail grasping the phalange, silently reciting the Hermetian word for "purification".

In an instant, the phalanx produced a small amount of golden fluid, which was contaminated with the filthy object, and immediately dissolved the filthy object.

As the picture turned, Lewis saw that the hand with only the long pointed nails grasped the phalange, and as he shouted "flames", sporadic fires began to appear in the focus of his gaze, and those fires expanded rapidly, as if connected into a golden wall of fire.

As the screen turns, the object holder recites the Hermes word for "power", his muscles bulging, and a single claw pierces the chest of a provocateur.

He silently said "speed" again, which made him faster, dodging the bullets that were coming from behind him.

(End of chapter)