Chapter 151 150. Hey Yankee, this is how we Transians say "hello"!
The Earl of White Mountain was furious when he saw the miserable state of his loyal servant.
The young man immediately drew out the noble sword in his hand. It was not an assassination blade such as the blade whip, night blade or fist blade that the thorn vampires were good at using, but it was indeed an extraordinary thing.
As the sharp blade was unsheathed, a penetrating cold wind swooped in. The fine frost visible to the naked eye was intertwined on the slender blade. It quickly gathered and allowed the transparent ice to condense on the sharp blade to form a more deadly psychic ice blade.
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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 vampire count in front of me?
Behind the Earl of Baishan, three thorn vampires also glided into the house in an elegant manner. However, it looked very funny to spread their small wings in front of the Blood Vulture clan. The short and delicate blood wings made Mo
Fei was worried that they would break due to the weight during the next patting?
This is completely unable to support a vampire soaring into the sky wantonly. Sure enough, flying is only the privilege of blood vultures at midnight!
"But it doesn't matter, after all, the little ones are cute too."
Murphy raised the Demonic Blade of Desire and said to Maxim beside him:
"It's quite disappointing. I thought there would be at least one strong silver-level foreign enemy coming, so that we can leave a glorious record when dealing with other families for the first time."
Maxim did not respond, but slowly pulled out the tomb ritual black blade from his waist.
The master and servant had to face four menacing thorn vampires in front of them. They were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. However, neither Murphy nor Maxim had any fear. They did not even call Adele and the other six heirs.
support.
The housekeeper is still helping Murphy's warriors assassinate and execute the blood vulture traitors hiding around the city. She must reduce the number of traitors to a safe limit before the sun sets.
That is also necessary.
Adele and Maxim, who inherited Murphy's blood, obviously also inherited Murphy's habits that are quite unique to other vampires. Their resistance to sunlight is far less than that of other vampires, which makes them vulnerable to sunlight at dusk.
Fast action becomes possible.
"Let go of my servant! Your Excellency."
The Earl of Baishan in front of him stepped forward with a sword and said coldly in the coldness:
"We may be able to end this dispute in a more dignified way."
"The new Grand Duke Blood Vulture has succeeded to the throne, but the sons of Blood Vulture entrenched in this city did not appear at Grand Duke Tris's ceremony. They made a regrettable choice between loyalty and rebellion.
All this was done by your hands. It was you who made the poor and shameful traitor lose his life tonight!
It was you who were disgraceful first!
So with all due respect, Your Excellency, I feel that you are not qualified to speak so eloquently to me in my territory!"
Murphy kicked the seriously injured Thorn Vampire away from his feet, and kicked him accurately into the afterglow of the setting sun reflected by the broken window, causing the latter to scream miserably.
Amidst the screaming accompaniment, the vampire lord pointed his magic blade at the opponent and said:
"You look like a person who can make the decision, so let's go with it! Follow me back to Scarlet Castle to meet Grand Duke Tris. If she chooses to forgive you, then I have no problem with it."
"impossible."
The opponent came forward with a sword.
Negotiations broke down, prepare to attack!
"quack!"
At the moment when the blood-eating vulture screamed and swooped down from the sky, and the giant astral wolf hiding in the shadow roared and pounced, the chaos in the house restarted again.
The three attendants behind the Earl of White Mountain wanted to protect their master, but Maxim stood in front of them like an iron wall amid the bloody charge caused by the flapping of the huge blood wings.
As a descendant of Murphy, he naturally learned from his master to place the tomb guard's undead enhancements under his control, and the group death grip taught by Murphy himself was released in the same way around him.
Unfortunately, Maxim's perception and precise manipulation of psychic energy are still in a learning state.
The skill is wrong!
He was unable to restrain the three fast-moving thorn vampires in front of him.
But it's not a big problem.
Coupled with the cooperation of the blood-eating vulture Reifno and the astral giant wolf George, the scene in front of him was a 3V3. The huge bonus brought by the elite template made Maxim not afraid of any challenge in the black iron rank.
As for the fight in the house
It's really lackluster, with nothing much to say.
Murphy's unreasonable total of 104 attribute points is enough for him to proudly claim that he is invincible at the Black Iron level, and this is indeed the case.
As soon as the two of them fought, the noble sword exuding cold air in the hands of Earl Baishan almost came out of his hands.
This guy is so strong!
Is he really a flying blood vulture instead of a wild wolfsbane?
The Earl of White Mountain took one step back and swept his sword across in a blocking posture, but Murphy refused to retreat and instead advanced.
Rushing towards the cold sword blade, the moment he was hit, he caught the traces of the opponent's sword swing, and his entire body turned into a ball of flying bats, perfectly dodging the blow.
Hey, Nightbat Swift, boy!
"!"
The Earl of White Mountain knew something was wrong.
This young man immediately used the unique inheritance of the Thorn Clan. Just like the blood vulture has the power to soar in the sky, the Thorn Clan also has the mysterious power inherited from its origin.
Murphy appeared in the night bat's quick dodge, and with dark steps, he pierced the body of the young vampire who looked smaller than him, bringing out a trace of blood that surged with broken ice, ready to make up for the second waste of the sword.
When he dropped this kid, he suddenly felt a scalding heat suddenly erupting in his mind.
It was like a psychic bomb suddenly exploded, making him confused for a moment.
It was at this moment that Tris's earnest advice to him before leaving Scarlet Castle also came to mind:
"The Thorn clan is the descendant of jealousy. The blood of jealousy flows in their bodies, which allows them to sense and manipulate the emotions of others. In addition to sensing emotions more easily, these descendants of jealousy also have the midnight blessing of 'emotional ignition'.
Therefore, you must be calm enough when facing them! If your emotions are too intense, they may find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to your heart."
"boom"
While Murphy was knocked unconscious, Earl Baishan covered the wound on his waist and abdomen, and stabbed his heart with the cold noble sword in his hand. The strike was precise and cruel. It was obvious that he had practiced swordsmanship since he was a child and had his own understanding of swordsmanship.
But it is not so easy to stage a reversal. The Demonic Blade of Desire in Murphy's hand whizzed out of the holder's control, and swung towards the Earl of White Mountain with a defensive sword-like precision.
This counter-attack made the latter's attack in vain, and he was forced back again and again by the continuous and violent blows of the demon blade.
Shock flashed in his gray eyes.
This is wrong!
I clearly had the advantage by knocking him out, so why did my situation become more dangerous after he was knocked unconscious?
Hello!
The vampire across from you, fuck it!
How can this sword of yours be better than you? So, are you actually the humanoid restrainer of this magic sword? If you are knocked unconscious, you will enter the second stage, right?
"Emotional ignition. What a nasty ability!"
Murphy was knocked unconscious for a second and then regained consciousness.
He shook his head. The remaining emotional burning in his heart made him very uncomfortable. The damage and tear originating from the spirit even spread to the body, making his heart hurt, just like the helpless pain when a relationship breaks up.
your own feelings.
He raised his head and looked at Earl Baishan, who was being forced back by the continuous attacks of the Demon Blade of Desire. He moved his five fingers to summon the Night Claw, but there was no response.
The sun is setting outside the window, and it will be dark in just a few minutes. However, when the sun has not yet faded and the night has not ended, the hunting claws given by the dark night will not respond to the call of the children of midnight.
So Murphy took a few steps back, raised his hand, gathered his spiritual energy, and accurately grasped the Earl of White Mountain's ankle with a death grip, lifted him into the air, and then slammed him to the ground. The necessary evil to seize the opportunity was in the air.
An acceleration hit Earl Baishan's neck and flew out.
The mellow flavor of delicious blood spreads everywhere.
The impulsive demon blade became even crazier as it drank blood, and began to buzz ominously at a faster speed, like dark lightning striking back and forth against the precarious sword defense of the Earl of White Mountain.
"When we first met, you actually made a stranger feel heartbroken for you. You are truly a sinful man!"
Murphy dropped a frivolous remark and cast spells with both hands to continuously throw out the psychic shock in different ways, constantly interfering with the sword movements of the Earl of White Mountain who was retreating in front of him, allowing the necessary evil to "play" happily, and at the same time, Quan Dang
Refresh your psionic skill proficiency.
He also summoned several astral creatures to rush over from time to time, making Earl Baishan even more confused.
Less than 30 seconds after the battle started, the latter's luxurious leather armor already had several dangerous wounds, and the ice blue cloak was even broken like a beggar's "ceremonial clothes". This young vampire from a foreign country was so
At this time, I have realized that I can't win this battle at all!
Although the blood vulture vampire in front of him is of the same black iron level as him, the latter's combat power is at least twice his!
He has fought with all his strength but the latter is still calm and calm. The wise man with noble status already knows what to do in this situation.
Escape of course.
Phew, of course the strategy has changed!
"boom"
The aristocratic sword exuding cold air was swung forward, and the unique swordsmanship that was crisp and aesthetically pleasing came out like a cold wind blowing, knocking back the Demonic Blade of Desire again.
Earl Baishan took a step back and raised his left hand. A ball of cold luster floated in the palm of his hand, and when he took a deep breath and blew it forward, it turned into a wave of ice that froze everything in front of his eyes.
Murphy even saw clearly visible snowflake-like psychic energy flying in front of his eyes.
Wherever the cold wind hit, the ground quickly froze, and even the speeding magic blade was temporarily frozen in the air, losing its ability to fly and crashing to the ground.
"This is definitely not the power that the Thorn clan should have! This is not the power that vampires can obtain! This kid is a bit weird."
Murphy kicked the window next to him, and when the glass shattered, he rolled out of the frozen place. His movements were graceful and without a hint of embarrassment. The Earl of Baishan also made the same move, after releasing this seemingly
After performing an incredible control spell, he lifted up his servant Vesta, who was also frozen at his feet, and jumped out of the window.
At this time, one of the three thorn vampires in the courtyard had been knocked down by Maxim, and the remaining two knew it was time to retreat when their master rushed out.
They escorted the Earl of White Mountain and retreated by gliding, but behind them, Murphy and Maxim's excessively large scarlet blood wings suddenly opened at the last moment of dusk.
Dark night finally fell.
The mother-like blessing is applied equally to every vampire, allowing the Thorn Clan to escape faster.
However, when they heard the flapping sound of flying wings behind them like a strong wind, the three guys realized that they had made a terrible mistake that was fatal enough to send them to hell.
Trying to glide away in front of a blood vulture that can soar into the sky?
Is this really a tactic that you have carefully thought out, instead of trying to laugh Murphy and Maxim to death in this way to give you a chance to escape?
"boom"
The pursuers from behind swooped down like meteors. Maxim, who was speeding at more than twice the speed of sound, was like a vulture preying in a "death airborne". In the fierce collision of night bats, the two thorn vampires who were guarding the count were knocked to the ground.
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The scarlet claws that finally appeared in the dark night were like scimitars, piercing their armor accurately and fiercely into their flesh, causing the battle to end in an instant. The two people who were attacked did not even have time to transform into bats.
If you escape, you will be beaten to death.
The ancient claws with real damage are so overbearing!
"Swish, swish, swish"
The sound of flapping giant wings brought the sound of wind on the street. Murphy slowly fell in front of Earl Baishan, and his hands also turned into ferocious and powerful claws in the dark night.
He hung in the air a few inches above the ground, completely blocking the escape route of the count and his servants.
"Your Highness, please go!"
Vesta, whose legs were still healing, loyally protected his master, but before he could finish his sentence, a buzzing black shadow rushed from behind with a ferocious collision that tore apart the wall.
With the humiliation of being played with, the evil sword of desire with a bad temper, Necessary Evil, completed three stages of acceleration in an instant, piercing through the bodies of Vesta and the Earl of White Mountain at a lightning speed that even Murphy could not see.
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Hot blood was spilled in the dark night, but the desperate young man still held on to his sword to resist.
This stubborn and unclear attitude further angered the Demonic Blade of Desire, causing it to penetrate three times repeatedly in the next second. In the fourth execution, it accurately pierced the heart of Earl Baishan and began to crazily devour the delicious blood belonging to the Thorn Clan.
"enough!"
Murphy stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of Necessary Evil's sword.
He scolded:
"It's useful if I keep him!"
The magic sword is a bit over the top.
Even starting to fight against Murphy, the vampire lord narrowed his eyes and activated the anti-virus program of the administrator system.
Of course it's just to scare you.
This thing cannot be actively activated before coming into contact with the subspace chaotic psychic entity.
However, as the familiar purifying breath overflowed from Murphy's fingers, the bloodthirsty magic blade just now became as obedient as a quail, smoothly allowing Murphy to pull it out from the heart of Earl White Mountain.
"Go for it!"
Murphy waved his hand.
The magic blade that had just tasted the delicious blood was floating obediently beside its side. Behind its owner, in the dark night, there were already the chaotic figures of blood vulture traitors flying in the night sky.
The vampire lord whispered in the desolate night:
"In my name, go and kill the traitors. Only ten of them will be taken back for execution! The rest of the blood essence belongs to you."
"Buzz"
The Demon Blade of Desire was immediately ecstatic.
It swayed in the air, seeming to praise the generosity and magnanimity of its new owner. In the hands of Sarokdar, there would be no such opportunity to execute the blood vulture members arbitrarily and steal their blood essence.
This greedy and bloodthirsty blade flew around Murphy obediently for several times, with a flattering attitude, as if to say, you are quite a nice person.
Then, it accelerated in the air and turned into a night meteor, disappearing into the night sky with a gloomy scream. The first second it took off, it killed a Blood Vulture traitor who was trying to fly out of Bataxin City in the air.
It also knows tactics!
The tactic of the Demon Sword is to bully the weak and fear the strong!
Because I am still very weak, I only choose those weak traitors to eat well first, and then cooperate with Murphy's servants and warriors to sneak attack on the stronger ones.
"Alas, in the hands of Salokdar, it is like a bloody dragon, crushing everything that refuses to accept it, but in my hands, it becomes a bloodthirsty Erhal even a persimmon can only be picked softly.
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Of course, I don't think this is my problem."
Murphy sighed.
He tapped the white chin of Earl Baishan with his ferocious night claws, raised his weak face, and looked into the gray-blue eyes with scarlet spots.
He saw despair and helplessness in these young eyes, saw anger and unwillingness, and also saw pain and relief, and seemed to be ready to stay here forever.
Murphy tilted his head.
He said:
"You were transformed not long ago, right? Your Excellency, Count."
"Why do you say that?"
Earl Baishan obviously wanted to retain the last bit of dignity, so he retorted forcefully.
Murphy laughed and said:
"If you were a veteran vampire, you would have known it was time to run away when you saw the necessary evil in my hands, but you pounced on me like a fool.
Or it means you are too young and don't know this Midnight Blade.
Or it means you are a fool.
Which conclusion do you think I should adopt?"
"A necessary evil?"
The weak Earl suddenly understood. He let out a low and painful laugh and said:
"It turns out to be the legendary Demonic Blade of Desire. No wonder. But isn't the new patriarch a lady? Why is this Grand Duke's Certificate in your hand? Who are you? At least. At least please let me understand!"
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Murphy pressed his shoulder with his left hand, and the sharp claws of his right hand stabbed into the opponent's heart very smoothly, slicing the vampire's heart open with sudden force, leaving the Earl of White Mountain, whose identity was obviously in question, into a state of midnight weakness.
He whispered in his ear:
"My name is Murphy! Reifnor Murphy Lesembra, the lord of the land under your feet that is very unhappy because of being offended. I am Count Cadman and the future governor of Transia.
Your Excellency the foreign Earl, you are a good bait, you may be able to lure out more important people.
Go to sleep, loser.
The shame tonight is not your fault, you behaved perfectly.
