In the end, Haras didn't say a word in front of the famous Dreadlord.

He loudly provoked the other party, saying that he wanted to fight the other party head-on, but as a result, he didn't even have time to say a word in front of the other party, and his soul was directly wiped out.

The root cause is that Haras doesn't know what the Dreadlord has done.

He only recognized this name from the mouth of the batwing demon, thinking that it was a warlock with a little strength, but far from being able to catch up with his own Silver Realm, and he didn't understand the other party in detail, so he shouted a declaration of war here, which would lead to such an ending.

Using the power of death to slap the Silver Realm Warlock to death without even knowing his name, Vincent shook his head.

He didn't pay much attention to the other party, but he heard what the warlock was shouting, and seemed to be looking for himself, sounding a little annoyed, and he didn't want to hear this person's voice anymore, so he turned back and slapped his soul.

He could feel that in this warlock's body, there was the power of the blood belonging to the devil, and he was convinced that the other party was a traitor to the human race, so he made a ruthless move.

However, it is obvious that the bloodline power on this warlock is very thin, and it is not very stable, it should be the devil who gave him a little bloodline power, the strength is really limited, any warlock from the eight major academies can finish off the other party in two or three minutes, and he is not a strong person at all.

According to his opinion, in the Silver Realm, it is almost the descendants of gods and demons and the top mythical creatures that are the strongest, and then the mythical creatures are second, then the mythical bloodline warlocks, and then the normal advanced warlocks with powerful spells, like this warlock who can't even say his name, with a little bloodline power to ascend up, in fact, it is the lowest level of the silver realm, the bloodline cannot be perfectly integrated with the body, and the mana is not pure and powerful. Even because the bloodline is too thin, there is no hope for even advancement, and it is basically useless.

"However, it is not bad to send me some blood. ”

He thought secretly, and then bent down and set up an alchemy array, ready to extract the other party's bloodline.

No matter how thin the bloodline is, no matter how you say it, it is also a mythical bloodline. It's still useful.

On the side, Nochira, who saw the whole situation, was stunned.

His mouth opened slightly involuntarily, as if what was happening in front of him was too bizarre, and his mouth cracked open, and he couldn't close it for half a day.

This is the legendary Dreadlord?

It's horrible!

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, pulled out of the frenzy of killing hellish creatures in the air, and stood behind Haras before he could react.

Next. Before the young man who was satisfied could say a word, he directly erased the other party's life.

How is this possible?

You know, Haras is also a mythical bloodline warlock no matter what he says. And with the power of a bloodline like Hellfire, even if you regain your full victory, you may not be the opponent of the other party.

But this is such a Haras, who was directly wiped out by this Dreadlord in a breath.

And. In the process, this Mythical Bloodline Warlock didn't have the slightest power to resist, and was simply wiped out!

"What kind of power is this?"

Nochira's heart was already moaning (harmony) unconsciously. Even suspecting that what I see is not reality, but just an illusion.

Without the power to resist, he was directly wiped out, which means an absolute gap in strength, and this absolute gap is so big that it makes him feel unreal.

But the truth is that this unreality is precisely the most real fact.

"Where did he come from? Such a perverted powerhouse has exceeded people's imagination, could it be from the academy? I think it should be, except for the academy, there seems to be no organization that can produce this level of warlocks. ”

Nochira secretly speculated in her heart, even if she got an answer, she just stood there, and did not step forward to talk to the other party.

He was completely stunned.

A warlock who is more powerful than himself, but in the hands of the opponent, he can't even fight for a round, even if it's a friend, he will inevitably mumble in his heart, so he just looks at it lightly.

And in the process of his mind constantly turning, Vincent had already collected the other party's bloodline.

Placing the vial of blood in the ring, he lifted his head and looked away.

Seeing that there were several black iron-level warlocks next to him, all with the aura of hell devils on their bodies, and they were looking at him in fear, Vincent waved his hand without thinking about it.

The hot wind swept out.

Only the eyelids closed a little, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already shattered into smoke and dust, and disappeared with the wind.

"Gollum. ”

Nochila's throat made a saliva-swallowing sound, and the Adam's apple visibly moved.

His expression became more and more respectful and restrained, and his rich experience of more than two hundred years allowed Nochira to know when to put on what kind of attitude, although he felt that this warlock was not very old when he looked at the other party's appearance, but at this time, he was undoubtedly looking for death by putting on his old qualifications.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his mind and took the initiative to ask.

"Excuse me, this gentleman, are you from the academy?"

The voice was very gentle, and the Silver Realm Warlock did not dare to show the slightest hint of slackness.

Vincent focused his gaze on him, looked at him for a second, and asked, "Yes, I'm an academy warlock, so I think you should be the master of this city?"

"As you guessed. ”

Nochira bowed slightly, acknowledging the other man's guess.

"That's good. ”

Vincent nodded and threw a bottle of recovery potion to the other party, "This bottle of alchemy potion can give you a certain reply, I'll go clean up the garbage first, and we'll talk later." ”

Nochira took the bottle, took a closer look, opened it, sniffed it, and nodded secretly in her heart.

He has also studied a little alchemy, although his attainments are not deep, but he can still understand the medicinal properties of alchemy elixir, this bottle of alchemy has a lot of alchemy materials of recovery nature, and the effects are completely blended together, there is no leakage at all, the medicinal properties are good, there is no certain alchemy attainment, and such a good potion cannot be made at all.

After getting this bottle of potion, he was completely convinced that the other party was indeed a warlock sent by the academy, otherwise there would be no such good thing.

"Thank you so much for your generosity. ”

Dissipating the last trace of doubt in her heart, Noqira looked up and was about to thank her, only to find that there was no one in front of her.

And in the sky, a golden-colored horse training was slaughtering wantonly.

To him, the batwing demon that mortals are afraid of is just a fragile and harmless insect, and just a random stirring is a large number of casualties.

The furious flames of the sun did not show their ultimate power, but only a little heat could roast the creatures of hell in agony.

In the midst of the frenzied killing, Vincent's heart never fluctuated.

The death of these creatures could not shake his mind, because this scene had been played out many times in the past ten days, and two or three of them were even bigger than this one, and he was already numb to it.

And with the continuous killing and destruction, his control power is much stronger than before.

Whether it was the power of the sun or the power of death, he initially sensed the power of these powers, and began to truly learn to use them.

The scorching heat of the sun, the silence of the black aura of death, now Vincent, no longer the Vincent who could only use spells as before, he realized the characteristics of these two powers, and could use them appropriately.

Just like just now, killing the Silver Realm Warlock with devil power, he only used a small wisp of death power to destroy the other party's soul, and it was not a loss of life at all.

As for now, on the surface, he is expending a lot of mana to destroy the tens of thousands of batwing demons, but in fact, he is only bringing out the hottest side of the sun's fire, steaming and roasting hellish creatures, and when it comes to mana consumption, it is only a little bit.

To use an analogy, in the past, he could only cut people with a big knife, but now he can carve with a knife.

This is a big leap forward in the understanding of power.

"That's the real power. ”

He meditated in his heart, then smiled lightly, and accelerated his movement, and the hot wind brought out by his body swept away hundreds of hellish creatures. (To be continued......)