The Earl of White Mountain was furious when he saw the miserable state of his loyal squire.

The young man immediately drew the noble sword in his hand, it was not an assassination blade like the whip, nightblade, or fist blade that the thorn vampires were good at, but it was truly something extraordinary.

As the blade was unsheathed, a seeping cold wind swooped in, and the delicate frost visible to the naked eye intertwined on the slender blade, quickly gathering and causing the transparent ice layer to condense on the blade into a more deadly psionic ice blade.

This cool appearance made Murphy blink.

I don't know if this is the special effect of the weapon, or the unique power of the Blood Count in front of me?

Behind the Earl of White Mountain, the three thorny vampires also glided gracefully into the mansion, but it was indeed very funny to spread those small wings in front of the Blood Vulture Clan, and the short and delicate blood wings made Murphy worry about whether they would break due to the weight in the next flap?

This is not enough to sustain a vampire soaring through the skies, and sure enough, flying is only the prerogative of the vulture at midnight!

"But it doesn't matter, after all, the little ones are cute."

Murphy raised his Desire Blade and said to Maxim beside him:

"It's a disappointment, I thought there would be at least one silver-rank foreign strong enemy, so that the two of us could leave a glorious record when we first dealt with other families."

Maxim didn't respond, just slowly pulled out the tomb ritual black blade from his waist.

His master and servant had to face the four menacing thorny vampires in front of them, and they were obviously inferior in numbers, but neither Murphy nor Maxim had any fear, and they didn't even call for the support of Adele and the other six heirs.

The housekeeper is still helping Murphy's warriors assassinate and execute the bloodvin traitors hiding in the city, so be sure to reduce the number of traitors to a safe limit before the sun sets.

That's what you need.

Adele and Maxime, who inherited Murphy's blood, apparently also inherited Murphy's unique habits for other vampires, and they are far less resistant to sunlight than other vampires, which makes it possible for them to move quickly at dusk.

"Let go of my minions! Excellency. ”

The Earl of Baishan in front of him stepped forward with his sword and said coldly in the cold:

"We may be able to end this dispute in a more dignified way."

"The new Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture has succeeded to the throne, but the sons of the Blood Vulture entrenched in the city did not appear in the ceremony of the Grand Duke Tris, and they have made a regrettable choice between loyalty and rebellion.

It is your work that you have made the poor and shameful traitor lose his life tonight!

It's you who don't have decency in the first place!

Therefore, with all due respect, Your Excellency, I do not feel that you are qualified to speak so much of me in my territory! ”

Murphy kicked the badly wounded thorny vampire at his feet, pinpointing him into the afterglow of the setting sun from the broken window, causing the latter to scream violently.

In the accompaniment of the screams, the vampire lord's magic blade pointed at the other man, and he said:

"You look like a man who can call the shots, so tie your hands up! Come back to Crimson Keep to meet Grand Duke Tracey, and if she chooses to forgive you, then I'm fine. ”

"Impossible."

The other stepped forward with a sword.

Negotiations break down, prepare to attack!

"Quack!"

The moment the blood-eating vulture screeched down from the sky, and the giant wolf of the astral plane hidden in the shadows roared and pounced, the chaos in the courtyard of the mansion resumed again.

The three squires behind the Count of White Mountain wanted to protect their master, but Maxim stood in front of them like an iron wall in the blood charge brought by the flapping of huge blood wings.

As Murphy's heir, he naturally learned from his master to place the necromantic reinforcement of the tomb guards on his own control, and the collective death grip that Murphy himself taught was released around in the same way.

Unfortunately, Maxim's perception and precise manipulation of psionic energy are still in a state of learning.

The skill is crooked!

Failed to restrain the three fast-moving thorny vampires in front of them.

But it's not a big problem.

Coupled with the cooperation of the blood-eating vulture Revno and the astral wolf George, the scene in front of him is 3v3, which comes from the huge bonus brought by the elite template, making Maxim not afraid of all challenges in the Black Iron Rank.

As for the battle in the house

It's really lackluster, there's not much to say.

Murphy's unreasonable sum of 104 attributes was enough for him to proudly claim that he was invincible at the Black Iron Rank, and it was true.

As soon as the two of them fought, the noble sword exuding cold air in the hands of the Earl of Baishan in front of them almost came out of his hand.

This guy has a lot of strength!

Is he really a flying vulture, not a wild wolf venom?

The Earl of White Mountain retreated in one step, and the blade swept and put on a parrying stance, but Murphy did not retreat but advanced.

Facing the cold sword blade, he rushed forward, and at the moment he was hit, he caught the traces of the opponent's sword, so the whole body turned into a ball of scattered bats, and perfectly dodged the blow.

Hey, Night Bat Swift, boy!

“！”

The Earl of White Mountain knew something was wrong.

The young man immediately used the unique heritage of the Thorn Clan, just as the Blood Vulture has the power to soar into the sky, and the Thorn Clan also has the mysterious power inherited from the origin.

As Murphy emerged from the swift dodge of the Night Bat, stabbing the blade into the body of the young, seemingly younger vampire with a dark step, bringing out a surging stream of ice-shattering blood, ready to make up for a second stab to destroy the boy, he suddenly felt a hot heat explode in his mind.

It was like a mind bomb suddenly exploding, making him confused for a moment.

It was at this point that Tracey's earnest advice to him before leaving the Crimson Keep also came to mind:

"The Thorns are descendants of jealousy, and they have the blood of jealousy in their veins, which allows them to sense and manipulate the emotions of others. In addition to being more able to sense emotions, these jealous descendants also have 'emotionally ignited' midnight wishes.

Therefore, you have to be calm enough when facing them! If the emotions are too intense, they may find an opportunity to inflict a fatal blow on your psyche. ”

"Bang"

Taking advantage of Murphy's stunned, the Earl of Baishan covered the wound on his waist and abdomen, and the cold aristocratic sword in his hand poked towards his heart.

But it was not so easy to stage a reversal, and the Desire Demon Blade in Murphy's hand roared out of the holder's control, and slashed towards the Earl of White Mountain with a precise posture like a defensive sword.

This counter-attack made the latter's offensive futile, and was forced to retreat again and again by the continuous stormy blows of this magic blade.

Surprise flashed in his gray eyes.

That's not right, right!

I had the advantage of knocking him out, so why was my situation more dangerous after he was knocked out?

Feed!

Vampire on the other side, you open it!

How can you fight better with this sword than you? So, are you actually the humanoid restraint of this magic sword? If you knock you out, you're in the second phase, right?

"Emotions ignite. It's really the ability to make a work! ”

Murphy was stunned for a second before regaining consciousness.

He shook his head, the residual emotional burning in his heart made him very uncomfortable, the damage from the spirit even spread to the body, making his heart ache for a while, like the unbearable feeling of pain when a relationship broke up.

He raised his head and looked at the Earl of White Mountain, who was constantly being forced back by the continuous attacks of the Desire Demon Blade, and activated his five fingers to summon the Night Claw but there was no response.

Outside the window, the sun was setting slanting, and it was only a few minutes before it would fall into the night, but the claws of the hunt given by the night would not respond to the call of the Midnight Children before the sun had left and the night had not ended.

So Murphy took a few steps back, raised his hand and gathered his spiritual energy to accurately clasp the Count of White Mountain's bare feet in the posture of Death's grip, lifting him into the air and smashing him to the ground, and the necessary evil to seize the opportunity flew out in the air at an accelerated speed and grazed the neck of the Count of White Mountain.

The mellow smell of delicious blood spreads out.

The impulsive blade that slurped blood became even more frantic and began to emit an ominous hum at a faster speed, like dark lightning rushing back and forth against the precarious sword defense of the Earl of White Mountain.

"The first time you met, you actually made strangers feel heartache for you, you are really a sinful man!"

Murphy dropped a sentence of nonsense, and cast a spell with both hands to continuously throw out the spiritual energy impact in different ways, constantly interfering with the sword style of the Earl of Baishan, who was retreating in front of him, so that the necessary evil "played" happily at the same time, and the right to brush up on the proficiency of psionic skills.

From time to time, he also summoned a few astral creatures to rush over, making Count Baishan even more scrambling.

In less than 30 seconds after the battle began, the luxurious leather armor on the latter's body had several dangerous wounds, and the icy blue cloak was broken inch by inch like a beggar's "ceremonial suit", and the young blood clan from a foreign country had realized that he could not win this battle at all!

Although the blood vulture in front of him was the same Black Iron Rank as him, the latter's combat power was at least twice as high as his!

He has fought with all his might, and the latter is still calm, and the wise man of his noble status already knows what to do in this situation.

Escape, of course.

Phew, of course it's a strategic turn!

"Bang"

The aristocratic sword that emitted cold air swung forward, and the unique swordsmanship that was crisp and beautiful sprinkled like a cold wind, knocking back the Desire Demon Blade again.

Count Baishan took a step back and raised his left hand, a cold luster floated in the palm of his hand, and in the forward blowing of his deep breath, the tide of ice that turned into a freeze in front of his eyes surged.

Murphy even saw a clearly visible snowflake-like psionic energy flying before his eyes.

Where the cold wind blew, the ground quickly froze, and even the speeding magic blade was temporarily frozen in the air, losing the ability to fly, and smashed to the ground.

"This is definitely not the power that the Thorn Clan should have! This is not the power that vampires can acquire! This kid is a bit quirky. ”

Murphy kicked on the window next to him, and the whole person rolled out of the frozen place in the shattered glass, and the Count of White Mountain did the same, and after releasing this seemingly terrible control spell, he lifted the same frozen servant Vesta under his feet and rushed out of the window.

At this time, one of the three thorny vampires in the courtyard had been laid down by Maxim, and the remaining two knew it was time to retreat when they saw their master rushing out.

They escorted the Earl of White Mountain to glide back, but behind them, Murphy and Maxim's excessively large scarlet wings opened in the final moments of dusk.

Night finally came.

A motherly blessing is applied equally to every vampire, making the Thorn Clan's escape faster.

However, upon hearing the flapping of wings behind them like the wind blowing, the three of them realized that they had made a terrible mistake that would be fatal enough to send them to hell.

Trying to glide and escape in front of a blood vulture that can soar into the sky?

Is this really a tactic you've come up with in earnest, rather than trying to laugh at Murphy and Maxim in this way to give you a chance to escape?

"Bang"

Pursuers in the rear swooped down like meteors, and Maxim, who was more than twice as fast as a vulture predator, "died airborne" and smashed the two thorny vampires guarding the Count to the ground in a ferocious night bat impact.

The claws of the scarlet, which finally appeared in the dark night, staggered like scimitars, piercing their armor with precision and ferocity, piercing into the flesh and blood, so that the battle ended in an instant, and the two who were attacked were beaten to the brink of death before they even had time to escape from the bats.

Ancient Claws with True Damage are so domineering!

"Boom"

The sound of giant wings flapping brought wind through the street, and Murphy slowly fell in front of the eyes of the Earl of White Mountain, and his hands had also turned into hideous and powerful claws of the night.

He hung a few inches above the ground, completely blocking the Count and his minions' escape route.

"Your Highness, you go!"

Vesta, whose legs were still healing on his own, was loyal to his lord, but before he could finish his sentence, a humming black shadow sped from behind him with a hideous charge that tore through the wall.

With the humiliation of being toyed with, the Desire Demon Sword, which was not very good-tempered, accelerated in three stages in an instant, piercing through the bodies of Vesta and Count White Mountain at lightning speed that Murphy couldn't even see.

The blood spilled into the night, but the young man who had already shown despair still held his sword to resist.

This stubborn attitude angered the Desire Demon Blade even more, causing it to complete three repeated piercing in the next second, and in the fourth execution, it accurately pierced into the heart of the Earl of White Mountain, and began to frantically devour the delicious blood belonging to the Thorn Clan.

"Enough!"

Murphy stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword of Necessary Evil.

He scolded:

"I'll keep him useful!"

The magic sword is a little upset.

Even starting to fight Murphy, the vampire lord narrowed his eyes and mobilized the anti-virus program of the administrator's system.

Just to scare, of course.

This thing cannot be activated until it has come into contact with a subspace Chaos psionic entity.

However, as the familiar purifying aura overflowed from Murphy's fingers, the demon blade that was still bloodthirsty just now immediately behaved like a quail, smoothly allowing Murphy to pull it out of the heart of the Earl of White Mountain.

"Go ahead!"

Murphy waved his hand.

The Demon Blade, which had just tasted the delicious blood, obediently hovered beside him, and in the dark night behind its owner, the chaotic figures of the Blood Vulture traitors flying in the night sky had already appeared.

The vampire lord whispered in the night of Xiao Suo:

"In my name, go and slay the rebels. Only ten were left to bring back for execution! The rest of the blood essence is yours. ”

"Buzz"

The Blade of Desire immediately burst into ecstasy.

It swayed in the air, as if in praise of the generosity and grandeur of its new master, and there was no chance of arbitrarily executing the Blood Vulture members and stealing their blood essence in Salokdal's hands.

The greedy and bloodthirsty blade obediently flew around Murphy a few times, with a flattering attitude, as if to say, you are quite good.

Then, it accelerated in the air and turned into a night meteor and disappeared into the night sky with a gloomy scream, slashing a Blood Vulture traitor in the air as it tried to fly out of Batasin's city in the first second of takeoff.

It also knows tactics!

The tactic of the magic sword is to bully the soft and fear the hard!

Because he is still very weak, he only picks those weak traitors to eat first, and then cooperates with Murphy's minions and warriors to sneak attack those who are stronger.

"Alas, in the hands of Salokdar it is like a bloody dragon, wildly crushing everything, but in my hands it has become a bloodthirsty persimmon, which can only be pinched softly.

Of course, I don't think that's my problem. ”

Murphy sighed.

He laid his hideous claws of the night at the white chin of the Earl of White Mountain, lifted his weak face, and looked at the gray-blue eyes with scarlet dots.

He saw despair and helplessness, anger and unwillingness, pain and relief in these young eyes, and seemed to be ready to die forever.

Murphy tilted his head.

He said:

"You've only been converted for a short time, haven't you? Your Excellency the Earl. ”

"Why do you say that?"

Count Baishan obviously wanted to retain a last trace of dignity, so he retorted very stiffly.

Murphy burst out laughing, saying:

"If you're a vampire cannon, you know it's time to run away when you see the necessary evil in my hands, but you pounce on me like a stunned green.

Either you're too young to know the Midnight Blade.

Either you are a fool.

Which conclusion do you think I should believe? ”

"Necessary evil?"

The feeble Earl burst into a low, bitter laugh, and said:

"It turned out to be the legendary Demon Blade of Desire, no wonder. But isn't the new patriarch a lady? Why is this grand certificate in your hands? Who are you? Least. At least let me die! ”

"Don't worry, you're not going to die."

Murphy's left hand pressed against his shoulder, and the claw of his right hand stabbed his opponent's heart very smoothly, slicing the vampire's heart open with a sudden force, leaving the Earl of White Mountain, who was obviously in question, weakened by midnight.

He whispered in his ear:

"My name is Murphy! Refnoor Murphy Lesenbra, lord of the land beneath your feet that is very upset by being offended, I am Count Cadman and the future governor of Translasia.

Your Excellency the Earl of the Foreign Race, you are a good bait, and perhaps you can draw out more important people.

Sleep, loser.

The shame tonight is not your fault, you did it perfectly.

It's just too weak, that's all. ”

(End of chapter)