That's right, run!

I can't defeat the Blood Bride, but I can survive as long as I run past the people around me!

Such thoughts came to the minds of these stalkers.

And then, the next moment—

Someone took action.

Motivation is action!

One person quickly jumped out of the formed defensive circle and ran into the distance, the rest of the people were stunned, they didn't expect that someone had the same idea as themselves.

Immediately, these people reacted, and they also turned around and ran away one by one.

Then, like a chain reaction of dominoes, the other people in the defensive circle saw it, without any hesitation, and began to flee.

With a low cry, the blood brides followed.

The one-sided slaughter began.

The lady of the long night in the distance watched this scene with a smile.

Isn't this kind of death what she wants?

It's really nice to get rid of one goal after another by someone else's hand.

However, there was not a hint of a smile in the lady's blue eyes.

Yes, it's just cold.

She silently watched the 'Last Descendant of Blood' appear in front of 5 Moon Street.

The Scarlet Eyes of the Last Descendant of Blood responded to the Lady of the Long Night with the same coldness.

The blood continued to drift away, the corpses on the ground were one after another, and the killing in the middle of the night seemed to be endless, and the wails, begs for mercy, shouts, and roars were woven into a music of human despair at this moment.

As a performer, the 'Last Descendant of Blood' awaits the audience's response.

As a listener, the Long Night Lady waits for the music to fall.

Neither is in a hurry.

After all, on Moon Street at this moment, in the eyes of the two, only each other can be called opponents.

The rest?

It had begun to become irrelevant in the eyes of the Long Night Lady.

However, in the eyes of this 'Descendant of Blood', these people are consumables—consumables to fuel the battle between the two of them!

The 'Last Descendant of Blood' stared at the white neck of the Lady of the Long Night, and unconsciously began to lick his lips, and he said in a hoarse voice-

"You're really turning me on!"

"If you show up on my bed with that 'medium' lover of yours, I'm afraid I'm going to start shivering right now.

Pity......

I'm afraid he won't have that chance.

He actually betrayed the 'Blood Clan'.

Has he forgotten who gave him everything?

He, damn it!

Does he know whose gift he has given up?

I, the king of the night! ”

The 'Blood End' was so excited that he swung his fist hard, and the hoarse voice reached the ears of everyone present, even the stalkers who were being chased by the Blood Bride showed surprise on their faces at this time.

They had been speculating about the relationship between the 'psychic medium' and the 'blood clan'.

I didn't expect the other party to be a member of the 'blood clan', and it seemed that he was still a servant or something.

The Long Night Lady didn't believe the enemy's words, she just silently wrote it down, and would investigate it in detail afterwards, and now?

Naturally, grab the guy in front of you!

She needs to know more from the other person's mouth!

It's not just the relationship between the priest of the Dird, Jaime, and the 'Bloods'.

And also......

The Secrets of the 'Blood Clan'!

Especially the latter, she is bound to win!

Call!

Heavy smoke was exhaled by the long night, and the undead warriors who had been hiding around emerged from the smoke one by one, raising their broken bladed spears in their hands with a silent roar in the sky.

The 'Last Descendant of Blood' sneered, the mist around him surged, and the six blood brides had sharp claws, and their mouths let out a sharp roar.

The gray and colorless dead.

Crimson Berserk Bloodspawn.

In an instant, Moon Street was like a piece of cake that had been cut diagonally, directly divided into two with No. 5 Moon Street as the dividing line.

The remnants of the stalkers, who had been given a chance to breathe, grew more and more frightened.

Because, they know very well, neither the Lady of the Long Night nor the 'Last Descendant of Blood' can deal with them - once these monsters start fighting, they will die worse than before, they will be crushed into flesh!

They look to the left and then to the right.

Eventually, the remnants of the stalkers crawled in a direction away from the confrontation between the two sides, which was the only exit.

It's where they come to life.

But just as they were about to run wild, a vague figure appeared in the mist.

Blur to clarity.

Just for a moment.

But when that figure took the first step—

Airplanes!

The air began to vibrate.

All the sounds of Moon Street disappeared at this moment.

All that's left is ......

Knock, knock!

It's the sound of a heartbeat!

But it's more like the sound of war drums!

In an instant, the sound resounded through the streets—the remnants of the stalkers looked at the figure, they were amazed, they were terrified, their fear mixed with the fear of being hunted by the Blood Bride, and when the two became one, their own collapse began.

They run around like headless flies.

They crouched there holding their heads, weeping bitterly.

They are babbling gibberish and their eyes are confused.

Even those blood brides were no exception, these blood brides who had just finished the slaughter, and the blood brides with teeth and claws were prostrate on the ground one by one towards the figure in the depths of Moon Street.

They...... Or to be precise, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and the hands that could easily tear apart people's bodies were even more palms facing up, and they didn't dare to move, as if they were pilgrimage, as if they saw their own ......

King!

Such a change made the 'Last Descendant of Blood' tremble.

The Long Night Lady's expression was also a little more guarded.

Because—

The figure that slowly walked out of the fog had a pair of scarlet eyes and a look......

Auburn!

The source that recalled, mentioned, and valued the 'Marquis of Blood', the 'Blood Clan', and the 'Last Descendant of Blood': Auburn.

The slightly pale face could not hide the young and slightly handsome face, and when the pair of scarlet eyes lit up, there was an extra evil aura.

And when this evil met the blood bride who was prostrate on the ground, and the stalkers who were crying and running, a subtle change took place......

Submit to!

Or die!

"You say you're the king of the night?

That......

Who am I? ”

The cold words were filled with undeniable tyranny, impacting the 'Last Descendant of Blood' like substance, causing the opponent's body to tremble again.

"Tell me!

I, yes, who! ”

Word by word, gently and slowly.

But it fell into the ears of the frightened people around him, but it was like the roar of a tyrant.

Bang, bang, bang!

The six blood brides who were prostrate on the ground directly burst into bursts, as if six brilliant blood flowers were blooming around Auburn, and red and black fused perfectly at this moment.

Raising his slender white palm, Auburn wiped the blood on his cheek and gently put it into his mouth, and his pale face immediately turned rosy.

But the 'Last Descendant of Blood' on the opposite side retreated again and again, and even when his heel touched the steps, he fell directly to the ground, and the fog on his face dissipated.

Suddenly, a face that surprised everyone was revealed.

(End of chapter)