However, in the dome above the hall, countless vampire bats were flying.

These mutated vampire bats bared their sharp fangs and flapped their wings like a dark cloud that obscured the sky and the sun, flying slowly over Midi's head, obscuring almost the entire view.

Facing the vast and gloomy scene, Midi just held the Black Sky Sword and watched quietly.

In his previous life, as a Second Awakened One, he had seen many greater pomp and circumstance than this. Even though he was not a top ghost swordsman in that life, he still relied on perseverance and perseverance to achieve the most victorious victory. Now, he is a perfect transfer, and at the same time, he has completely integrated the power of ghosts and gods, and he also has a rare intention for a thousand years, how can he be afraid in the face of such a battle?

Besides, the overall situation outside has been decided, and the leader of the pretenders who has not yet appeared in front of him can come up with any tricks

In Midi's eyes, this was nothing more than the most desperate throes.

Of course, the other party may also be a false sword to prepare for escape.

But in any case, Midi, who occupies the general trend, just needs to respond to all changes with the same, find the right opportunity, and cut it down with a sword.

As if sensing Midi's calmness, the vampire bats became agitated. Their small red eyes were fixed on Midi standing at the door of the hall, the four fangs in their furry mouths made a slight sound of hitting up and down, their long, narrow oval eyes radiating colors that were incompatible with daylight, and the ranks of vampire bats were very neat, like two columns of guards standing in a welcoming ceremony.

Eventually, the guards waited for their guest, an old man in a black robe, who appeared in a churning mist and approached Midi.

Twenty paces away, Midi saw the other man's deathly pale face, revealing two blood-red fangs outside his mouth, as well as ...... Two sharp horns on the forehead.

"Vampire of demonic blood," Midi's brow furrowed slightly.

For vampires, he has hundreds of ways to fight them. After all, vampires fear the Light, a weakness they can never shake off, and as long as this weakness exists, no matter how strong the defense may seem, it will eventually be pried open.

However, the black-robed old man in front of him had demonic sharp horns, which meant that he had not only the dead blood of vampires flowing in his body, but also the cursed blood of demons

A vampire like this, to some extent, is no longer a vampire, but more like a demon with the skills of a vampire. Even Midi, who is a reborn person, can't understand the details of the other party if he doesn't fight.

"Midi Asrex, you've come just in time. The black-robed old man said coldly in a condescending manner, "I have to admit that you are indeed a military genius, and when the Tree of New Life was successfully planted by you to fight against the Great Dragon Sealing Array, the balance of victory was already tilted on the side of the human race, but it was ...... You shouldn't have come to me like a reckless man. ”

"Just because you're a level 6 capper, do you think you'll be able to win, vampire?" Of course, he knew that to be able to become the leader of the pretenders, there must naturally be something special and extraordinary, but if he retreated because of this, then Midi would not be Midi.

It was precisely because Zhilu Dao was the strongest of the enemies who was guarding the tree pavilion that Midi had to rise to the challenge

If you can't even do it to this extent, how can you fight against fate and protect the people you care about?

Therefore, in the face of the black-robed old man's alarmism, Midi just laughed it off.

He didn't say anything more, just took out a bottle of golden liquid, and poured it on the black sword

As if it had a spiritual nature, the liquid spread out automatically, covering the entire sword body, but not a single drop fell to the ground. And when the covering was completed, the originally pitch-black long sword actually emitted a faint golden light, as if it had been blessed by a high-level paladin.

This is an item made by Master Norton himself - a top-level enchantment, Divine Sharpness

Although it lasted only three hours, the enchanted weapon was incredibly lethal to the pretender, equivalent to a divine weapon.

Midi raised the platinum sword, the blade pointed straight at her opponent.

There are no words, and there is no need, let us speak with our swords

This is the answer of Midi.

As if angered by Midi's fierce attitude, the black-robed old man snorted coldly. He didn't seem to care about the power of the holy light on the sword at all, he just watched Midi finish everything coldly, and then he waved his big hand, and the next moment, the bats that circled and flew over the hall let out a sharp cry, like a black waterfall, and rolled backwards towards Midi.

Not only that, but the black-robed old man himself unfurled a pair of huge demon wings and escaped into the bat swarm, obviously looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

If it had been placed in the past, the black-robed old man would have had the only way to retreat when facing such a powerful Holy Light weapon. As a vampire, let alone fighting, he would feel dizzy even at the sight of the light emitted by the divine sharp sword in Midi's hand.

Besides, this sword is not only sacred, its surface is hot enough to melt steel, let alone a vampire who is afraid of the Holy Light?

But now, the black-robed old man only sneered at this.

After catching the line of Queen Skady, he had already managed to get a leaf from the Tree of Life, and used it as a medicine to completely transform his body. Now, let alone the vaccine researched by Midi, even the purest holy light will not have any effect on him.

Not only that, but the demonic bloodline in the black-robed old man's body gave him an extremely powerful killer weapon.

With these hole cards in hand, he thinks he is invincible in heads-up.

Even if the Iron Blooded Grand Duke, a master of the second awakening, came in person, the black-robed old man had a fifty percent chance of winning, and even if he was defeated, he was sure that he could retreat with his whole body.

Now that Midi has rushed up on his own, isn't it an opportunity for him?

He wants to capture Midi alive, and then turn the tide of this already rotten battle directly

Midi obviously also knew that the other party was so strong, so he naturally relied on it. Therefore, when the black-robed old man pounced on him violently, Midi did not hit it hard, but leaned to the side and let the vampire's claws pass.

With the advantage in combat skills, Midi seized an opportunity while dodging, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand.

The next moment, the brilliant sword light cut through the air and slashed at the black-robed old man's body with incomparable accuracy. However, no blood flew out, not even flesh and skin scrapes, and a dazzling spark burst out from the place where the blade came into contact with the old man's body

Midi was suddenly shocked by the huge anti-shock force and took a few steps back, but the black-robed old man was not comfortable, he snorted in his mouth, and his body immediately flew backwards, and when he flew fifteen steps away, the old man turned over in the air, and his feet fell back to the ground lightly.

It's not atomization, but invulnerability?

Midi mentally assessed that he was far from exerting his full strength now, only slightly using extreme intent to test his opponent's hole cards.

In the past, Midi only had to go down with all he wanted. Now, however, he can't do that. After all, this is not the time of a year ago, at that time, Midi was just a small gentleman, no one cared at all, and most of them would even underestimate the enemy, so the method of killing with one hit was quite suitable.

But what about now?

Today, Midi is on an equal footing with Fina, the queen of magic bullets, a genius commander, and the strongest of Belmar's younger generation.

Although he still has many hole cards hidden, he has also become the center of attention.

Since these pretenders have been able to endure for so long, and even successfully planned a conspiracy to make the Iron and Blood Grand Duke critically ill, they must be extremely outstanding in intelligence, and they also have a certain amount of research on themselves, and may even be a counterbalance.

And the black-robed old man in front of him was fearless, obviously holding some hole cards.

If you really attack with all your might, I am afraid that the opponent will be preempted by the opponent, and therefore, Midi just slowly entered as soon as he came up, in order to force the opponent to play the hole cards first. After all, time is on his side, and the longer the battle drags on, the easier it will be to decide the battle in the Garden of Dawn.

Besides, even if this black-robed old man is invulnerable, how far can this group of bats under his command go?

The Black Sky Sword that emitted a platinum light kept slashing out, like a bolt of lightning, and fell in the bat group.

Despite the invulnerability of the black-robed old man, and despite the fact that bats turn into smoke when killed, and then condense and form again, recovery is always slower than destruction. After a few breaths, under the dense attack of Midi, the swarm of bats, which was originally as endless as a dark cloud pressing down on the city, gradually became sparse and fell, like a rag that had been pierced through many holes.

No matter how much the black-robed old man attacked, he couldn't break through Midi's ironclad defenses.

"Hmph, do you think that this defense can be delayed?" The black-robed old man snorted coldly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The next moment, those flying bats all hovered in the air, and then shrank into a ball, and at the same time, as if responding to the old man, their bodies bloomed with blood-colored light.

For a moment, Midi seemed to be surrounded by crimson stars in the sky.

And the light that radiates from these stars seems to become a material with shape and weight. They were like a row of spears that stabbed Midi from all directions, but they were formless and indiscriminate, and could not be physically resisted.

The next moment, Midi's expression changed drastically.

When these spear-like lights shone on him, he suddenly felt the ghost in his left arm shake violently, as if it had been frozen, and became heavy and cold.

This is the talent of the black-robed old man-

Ghost Seal

Demon bloodline, the chosen of the god of destruction, and the wielder of the Kazan curse, he is the natural nemesis of the ghost swordsman.