Chapter 301 Wingless Bat, Curse of Time, Kingdom of Shadows (Seventeen)
The bat wings flap gently, and in this world of shadows, the sound of pulsating heartbeats and chaotic airflow surrounds the ears of strangers.
Armand ushered in a real transformation.
It transformed from a person born with a disability into a healthy vampire.
The power of the shadow thread was also guided by the blood of the woman, and evolved into the kingdom of shadows in front of her.
She once mentioned the word "time".
Coupled with the pocket watch in the woman's hand, it is a classic symbol of the backslider.
so,
Is this a plot line between the Backtrackers and Invitation to Blood?
Yunfan understood.
He looked at this pure black world.
Ding!
[Through the activation of the mysterious blood of the "Immortal," Armand becomes different from before. 】
[It finally unlocked the true mystery of the Black Thread. At this moment, the awakened vampire shadow magic power and the "time" ability derived from the immortal Christine coexist in its body, and together they form Armand's talent.
Ability—The Kingdom of Shadows.]
[The Kingdom of Shadows: Armand can cut through the shadows, freeze a certain moment in the real world, and transform it into the Kingdom of Shadows. In the shadow space, Armand can attack the shadows of living beings. Wait for the Kingdom of Shadows
After the duration expires and collapses, the damage caused in the shadow space will be "projected back" to the real world in a certain proportion.】
After patiently reading the text prompts in front of him, Yun Fan took out the sword that returned to his waist after coming to the Kingdom of Shadows with trembling hands.
He was still bound by the phantom of the cage. Upon seeing this, the stranger immediately opened the lock.
Fury rushed into his soul.
The actions of the divine messenger and the arbitrary detention reminded him of some memories that were almost forgotten.
yes,
Very embarrassing memories.
The stranger understood that he was getting sick out of control.
But this time, Armand's soul became unusually clear.
The roles played by both parties are reversed.
Whoosh!
With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword went straight towards the black shadow of the angel in black robes.
[The mission objective has changed.]
[The current mission goal is: leave the duel field.]
...
Flying werewolf blood spilled into the cage.
The mad swordsman's figure disappeared in front of the divine envoy.
At the same time, he saw the mysterious woman from before, holding a pocket watch in her hand, appearing here again inexplicably.
A huge black crack lay between the two of them. The envoy raised his eyes to look inside, but all prying eyes were perfectly blocked by the pure black.
Looking at the crack that seemed to be breathing, an inexplicable fear suddenly arose in the heart of the envoy.
The vampire suddenly disappeared, the crack formed in the void...
Is this a power similar to the "Gift of the Gate"?!
Buzz!
Purple-black light shone, and the envoy escaped into the portal, left the high platform, and came to the door of the duel field.
After escaping into a circle surrounded by believers and slaves, he thought he would be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
but,
The strange sense of crisis has not faded.
What could be the source of this danger?
He didn't understand.
"Ohh Ohh ohh!"
The surviving werewolf looked at the corpses of its companions and the owner who suddenly left. It didn't understand what happened and raised its head and called out.
The next moment, the figure of the crazy swordsman returned to the high platform.
It appears outside the cage.
There was a flash of cold light, and the lock was split open instantly.
"Thank you very much."
The Retrospector came out. She first glanced deeply at Armand, then walked around the werewolf and the standing werewolf on the ground, and then walked step by step to the corner where Armand could not see.
The envoy suddenly discovered that the werewolf that had been roaring suddenly stopped roaring the moment Armand returned.
Pfft.
A broken mark appeared on the werewolf's neck, and then, the huge wolf head slid down along the complete cut surface, and Gululu rolled all the way to the edge of the high platform.
The neck section of the headless wolf corpse was filled with blood. It twitched and ran forward for a few steps, and finally smashed its head on the corpse of another compatriot.
"This is..."
The angel's pupils dilated, and his expression was flustered. He was no longer as presumptuous and arrogant as before.
He was overwhelmed by some power beyond his understanding.
A burning sensation appeared on my face.
The angel subconsciously touched it and saw a piece of greasy blood in his palm.
Two ferocious scratches overlapped, forming an "X" shape, cutting open the tumbling flesh, splitting from the corner of the eye to the lips. The wound was extremely long and deep. One of the cracks even passed through the left eye of the god.
It also meant that he lost the vision of his left eye forever.
clang!
There was also a stinging pain in the neck, but under the already blind left eye, in the scar with a flowing halo, a purple-black light burst out, blocking most of the projection feedback from the Kingdom of Shadow's attack for the envoy.
Touching the shallow blood mark on his neck, the envoy was still frightened.
If it weren't for the blessing of mortal sin, he would have died at that moment!
After this wave of consumption, the seemingly endless purple-black light became extremely dim, vague and non-existent, like a firefly that could be extinguished at any time.
Poof!
Poof!
Pfft...
At the same time, countless cuts appeared out of thin air on the bodies of many members of the Sin Order.
In the catastrophic scene of broken limbs and bloody flesh, as well as the shrill wails, the envoy deeply understood the horror of the vampire in front of him.
This is obviously not a disaster he can handle!
He vented his emotions by spouting extremely dirty words.
He is just a divine envoy, not one of those superior branch bishops. How could he encounter such trouble!
Different from the Holy Holy See, within the Holy See, those who can be named "God's Envoy" are usually big figures who have a good reputation and can act independently. But in the Sin Cult, the title of God's Envoy can only be
He is just a leader of a lower class than ordinary members of the church, and is not a powerful character.
"I must report this, I must report it..."
"Let the big shots make the decision..."
Saying this, the divine messenger moved his pale lips and used all his energy to call out a portal.
This is a long-distance escape route.
As long as he gets support from his comrades on the other side, he can immediately return to the headquarters of the cult.
But the construction of this particular door takes a while.
"Son of a bitch!"
The roar is getting closer and closer.
A black shadow with bat wings shrouded his head.
The remaining believers and slaves rushed forward to fight for the last chance for the divine envoy.
As blood flowed into the river, the door finally opened.
"Crazy Swordsman, we will meet again."
The angel roared behind him and issued a vicious curse.
Whoosh!
The bloody light flying from a distance smashed the mouth of the divine envoy before he was about to escape.
This is a blood spell, mixed with an aura that makes Armand feel extremely at ease.
Yunfan looked around and saw Tik standing under the shadow of the firelight, feebly flapping his broken wings.