The light of the blood moon lit up the streets, and the red light filtered through the windows, casting an illusory figure on the floor of the room.

A stout man with a sea serpent tattoo was reaching into his worn backpack, visibly preparing to pull out the extraordinary item with partial healing effects that the rebels possessed.

Then, in the split second of turning his head, he noticed the anomaly of the shadow.

The tranquility was suddenly shattered:

"Someone!"

The stout rebel roared, reaching for the rifle on his body without hesitation.

That's right, rifles.

As outlaws who are hunted down by the substitutes, they certainly have their own arsenals and have a lot of them, after all, the unarmed members have already gone to the gallows of the substitutes.

The rest of the members, whose faces were painted red and white, immediately turned around and immediately raised their guns to the window.

The muzzle of the black hole spewed a dazzling fire in the room:

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

Without even a dialogue, they chose to shoot directly!

The people of Baiam are fierce.

The loud sound of gunfire accompanied by the strong smell of gunpowder wafted through this block, so that the doors and windows on the left and right were silently blocked.

The weak windows of the room shattered in an instant.

However, it wasn't the twisted corpses they were tired of seeing that they were greeting these rebels, but—

A flash of scarlet flashed in sight!

It was like the shape of a wave, and it seemed to be a raindrop with a murderous aura, and the blood was pulled into a bright sword light in the air, and it was slashed fiercely!

The yellow bullet in the air was torn apart in an instant-

【Thousand Shades】

[Originally held by the royal guards in Cainhurst Castle who were responsible for guarding Annalise, the 'Queen of the Filthy Bloods.】 When the delicate water ripple carvings of the blade are stained with blood, the Thousand Shades Knife will sing a scarlet tune. However, this ritual devours the essence of the user. 】

Of course, you have to take out a look at the good-looking toys.

The right arm holding the long knife climbed up the red line, constantly undulating, as if the blood inside was being sucked by the demon knife.

Wherever the scarlet knife wave went, the yellow bullet was torn apart in an instant!

The blood-soaked sword flower slashes a gorgeous arc in the air!

'Extraordinary! ’

This was the thought of several rebels whose facial muscles had gone out of control.

Before they watched, they watched as their only means of attack was easily dealt with.

But the extraordinary, who can deal with rifles, is extremely rare in Baiam, not even among the substitutes. This inhuman sense of oppression reminds them of a person-

Church of the Storm, 'Aquaman' Ione Courtman!

And just when they were so frightened that their whole bodies tensed and their facial muscles twitched, Yager arrived after the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the heavy rain of bullets and easily appeared in the center of the room.

This is also the only time he appears in the pupils of the rebels he leads.

The dark black eyes suddenly lifted, locking on several people like hunted beasts.

There was a burst of indifference on the 'sickly' face.

The 'Thousand Shades' in his hand suddenly changed direction at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

His right hand, which was spreading red blood, suddenly tightened, the tip of the blade stretched behind him, and then suddenly popped out like a bowstring stretched to the extreme!

"Click, click!"

This is the weak sound of the rifle magazine after it has been fired.

The fierce-looking rebel man was already trembling, his eyes trembling in disbelief, and he was already terrified to the extreme.

And the empty magazine in his hand became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He knew he had no chance of shooting the next round:

This was the time of his death.

In front of me, the waves of blood filled the room again!

When his body disintegrated like a loose building block, his broken eyes crossed with complex emotions, and he didn't know if at the end of his life, he had ever thought about his life that could definitely be called unfortunate.

And, the aftermath that echoes in my ears:

"Fuck, can't these guys get closer?"

Passing by, the young man wielding the bloody blade complained so gloomily.

And after hearing this, in the last second of the tattooed rebels staying in the world, he sincerely felt a thick absurdity -

Fuck, they're all going to die!

Can you show some respect?!

Will you think that you will have a ghost if it is convenient? Hit the street!!

With this thought in mind, he closed his eyes completely.

Twenty-eight years old.

But what he didn't know was that he might have played some of the battles that a Sage couldn't do in his life.

On the spot, after quickly cutting off the rebel led by the leader, Yager had a dark face, and the knife in his hand flipped over. It almost only took a second to have the room full of corpses!

He reappeared in front of the last two people.

One is the only rebel army left in camouflage, and the other is the ventriloquist in charge of the festival.

The stout rebels were already shaking their legs, and it was difficult to even stand!

For the first and last time in his life, he knew that people lose their ability to act when they are afraid to the extreme.

Yager's pale face appeared in the reflection of the rebels' eyes, as if the last intimidation before the evil spirit attacked.

However, he paused for half a step.

The blood-colored blade was retracted into its scabbard in midair.

'He's going to let me go?!' The strong man's eyes suddenly appeared with the wings of the period and the ecstasy of the rest of his life. 'He's ready to let me go!' ’

But he guessed wrong.

The blood at the interface of the long knife flashed and disappeared completely.

Then, in a furious and gloomy manner, Yager pressed the hilt of his sword, but his forward pace did not stop.

The leather boots stepped lightly on the ground and he seemed to turn over lightly.

The emaciated figure slowly leaped by.

In the next second, the right leg was like an iron plate of a thousand jun, falling on the ground with a bang!

"Buzz !!"

The reticulated spiral cracks are like craters caused by meteorites, spreading to the outside layer by layer, cracking layer by layer!

The ground disintegrated, revealing the mottled dirt underground.

In the middle of the crack, the head of the last rebel burst open at the sole of his shoe like a watermelon. Blood mixed with the brain, like juice, splattered throughout the room, coating most of the walls.

Yager pulled his leg back from the ground.

"Whoa."

Gravel and wood chips kept falling from the top of the boots, mixed with the blood spilling from the ground, slimy.

However, the attention of the murderer himself was not on this.

After stopping in place, he did not attack the ventriloquist who had not drawn his weapon all along, but moved slightly quickly, and took out a needle from a purple-white ripple.

Then, without hesitation, stab hard at the thigh!

The tip of the needle pierced the garment and pierced directly into the body.

The "medicine" in blood therapy was finally pushed into the body, relieving the feeling of being withdrawn that did not exist all the time.

Yager's expression finally relaxed a little.

But the face is still ugly.

After everything was settled, he couldn't help but curse in his heart:

Sick, right? Is it sick!

Shouldn't the 'essence' in rituals refer to the soul? What does it mean to suck blood?!

He almost got drained with a little broken sequence nine!

Dry and cool!

(End of chapter)