Chapter 147: The Coming of Silence (14): The Bloody Battle (Part 1)
"I... won't leave. Although I know I may not be able to beat you, but... I won't escape from here unless you don't intend to hurt Brother Brett. You know... 'Blood Wind'...
…Your Excellency, Cardinal, we hope that the best quality of people in the Church is to observe integrity, otherwise we will suffer the punishment of the Lord.”
Oliver forcibly endured the red wind, as well as the innate fear among the lost people, imprinted deep in the soul and strength, and stood in front of Brett, tremblingly stretching out his relatively weak
He opened his arms and opened his chest and asked.
"Hey, Lost One... Boy, you are still following the rules. Not bad. It's hard to see an interesting Lost Person like you in this kind of environment these days. Although you respect me very much, I still have to consider whether
I punish you for your innocence. By the way..."
"Xue Feng" said, suddenly widening his eyes that suddenly turned pure black, speeding up the force of the violent wind magic source that surged through his body to the point where it was almost ready to burst out.
Suddenly, a dark red, almost pure black gust of wind formed around his body, and one could clearly see the vortex inside.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." Oliver suddenly covered the lost man's head under his red hair with his hands. He was not as strong and brave as Brett. In the face of pain, he chose to squat on one knee.
Possible yelled in panic, trying to alleviate this sudden and extreme pain.
"What did you do to him? 'Bloodwind'! If you don't want to admit that you are a despicable loser, then fight me. He has nothing to do with the... battle of 'Mad Body', and he is still one of yours."
Brett instead held the "White Bear" pistol in both hands, prepared for the final battle, and said sternly.
"I didn't do anything to him, and I didn't bother to do anything to him. I'm not a despicable person, so I didn't attack you when you were at your weakest. On the contrary, Brett, you are so fascinating.
You man, why am I so unwilling to confront you head-on?" "Xue Feng"'s voice became softer and more artificial.
"Then what's going on with him and Oliver?" Brett ignored "Bloodwind"'s rhetorical question and asked instead.
"Then you have to ask him what order he is. You are a human being, and all the characteristics of the lost have nothing to do with you. Human beings are beasts that have transcended wildness. This is my definition. The law among beasts is
, once you encounter someone whose size, strength and momentum are too different, your hair will stand up instinctively, your heartbeat will speed up, and then you will have the idea of escape when your legs are sore. This is like meeting someone you are attracted to.
It feels like I've met a strong human being.
In other words, I had broken through the level 4 hope last month and saw the golden light created by the Creator. That day I knelt down on my knees and prayed devoutly to the Lord and the Creator in the desert on the edge of the highlands.
It happened to shine right next to me from the clouds, and this feeling was like being wrapped in a warm body, making me feel happy." "Xue Feng" said intoxicatedly.
"Brother Brett, I am indeed... It is indeed level 5 pain. Logically speaking..." Oliver endured the exploding pain, as well as his gradually drowsy mental state, and held on with force.
The body, trying to resist this natural fear, said to Brett Kopp:
"Sequence 7 is a level shared by humans and the lost, Sequence 6 is the natural level of the Lost, Sequence 5 can be reached with a little effort, but Sequence 4 and above... are things that require sacrifice.
Existences that can only be touched by the awakening of life. Therefore, those above level 4 are called upper levels, and those below are generally called lower levels. The upper levels will suppress the lower levels, and the upper levels will suppress the realm of blood and nature."
"Well, that's right." "Xue Feng" squinted his eyes slightly and nodded:
"You are not stupid. For you, I really don't need to make any unnecessary movements. As long as I release my power slightly, you will bow to me, then be suppressed by me, worship me, and obey me. In this way,
Of course you won't disturb my private meeting with Brett. But there is one thing I hope you can pay attention to. Your name is Oliver, right? Oliver... Little brother, you should still remember the three categories of the three major churches.
There should be some regulations for those who have lost their status."
"What...what do you want to say!" Oliver roared angrily.
He was very concerned about "Xue Feng", who looked to be only four or five years older than him, calling him "younger brother". Although according to their status, some high-ranking purple-clothed cardinals did have the right to call middle-rank and low-rank lost people at will, but that
Only in terms of regulations, not in actual practice.
Moreover, under the current situation, Brett's strength alone is not enough to resist the "Blood Wind". He has also heard that the prey targeted by the seemingly "delicate" Cardinal in front of him cannot escape.
, even if there are occasional exceptions, "Bloodwind" will not give up the target easily until the target dies.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
Therefore, he tried his best to use the fire demon power generated by the spirit formation just now, trying to launch an attack first in an unfavorable situation.
However, he soon discovered that under the suppression of power, his magic source power was temporarily sealed. It was like coming into contact with those new "Demon Annihilation" machines produced by the empire, and he only felt the initial flow.
Feeling it, it completely disappeared.
"What I want to say is," the voice of "Blood Wind" came out from the vortex again:
"The "Category Level Regulations" stipulate that a low-grade person must bow when meeting a high-grade person, and must not make any hostile behavior. Anyone who offends will be punished by being imprisoned. Oliver, I think you should be the most
You are a deacon, maybe even only a believer. Then I will punish you on behalf of the Pope."
"Blood Wind"'s words seemed very careless, but his power would not deceive his true inner thoughts.
After muttering some spells in the language of the ancient Zine Empire, the iron chain near "Blood Wind"'s right hand floated upwards a little, making a "clucking" sound.
Then, "Blood Wind" waved his right hand gently, and the chain quickly wrapped around Oliver's body like a python, taking advantage of the red wind.
With just one blow, before Oliver had time to react, he was carried up into the air by iron chains and tied to a tall and straight branch with withered leaves and crooked shapes that looked like a devil.
above.
"Brett, it's just you and me now. That annoying little brother is out of our sight. I wonder if we can have some very necessary conversations?" "Bloodwind" said.
He gradually withdrew the power surging around his body and the dark red vortex that formed, and asked sincerely with a pleading and delicate tone.
Brett was instantly stunned by his behavior. His lips moved, and after thinking for a while, he didn't utter a single word.
"You don't know what to say, do you? Then I want to talk about humans and the lost first. Humans are naturally one level lower than the lost, but one level higher than the unconscious and unintentional people. But with human beings'
In terms of basic physical strength, strength, agility, resistance, and comprehension ability, they cannot compete with the Lost One, especially the 'Mad Body', a strong guy who is often in a manic state. Even with the holy object
, or even the blessing of sequential monsters won’t work.”
"Get to the point." Brett urged impatiently. He obviously felt that his mental state was getting worse, and he didn't want to procrastinate in such a complicated and fantasy environment.
"What I want to say is that if your 'divine nature' belonging to the Klein family is not causing trouble, I'm afraid it is your ignorance." "Bloodwind" analyzed.
"Ignorant? I am ignorant?" Brett laughed mockingly.
"Most humans don't know the powerful power of the Lost One, so they are fearless and move forward bravely. And you are a strong human being. Your confidence in your own body should suppress more fear, so you defeated the 'Crazy Body'
That wolf-headed body. Have you heard of the widely circulated words of wisdom from a writer named 'George England' in the Putoa Federation?" "Bloodwind" twisted his somewhat stiff neck and stood up straight.
Body way.
"No, I don't pay that much attention to the writers of the Putua Federation."
"I tell you, that sentence is: 'Ignorance is great power'." "Bloodwind" said.
Then, he stared into Brett's green eyes expectantly, waiting for his response.
After two or three seconds, Brett answered slowly and leisurely:
"You are expecting me to say the two sentences above, right? Unfortunately, I can't say it, and I don't think you can say it either. In the legend, once someone reads these three sentences from "The Ancient World of All Things"
If he tells it in full, he will be cursed by the gods. Because this will be regarded as the greatest disrespect for the gods."
"You know, Brett...brother. You lied to me and said you didn't know, haha." A frightening laugh came from "Bloodwind"'s throat:
"Brother Brett, I quietly followed the 'Ruin Hunters' led by that idiot Wovkoski all the way here just to get a chance to meet you alone.
You are so charming. You have a strong figure, which is the envy of many women, even men. And you know how to fight, and your body without magic power even has the power to surpass the Lost One. Through you, I
It can be seen from your actions, words and attitude that you are still an upright person worthy of trust. Moreover, your wisdom is so intoxicating. To be honest, 'Crazy Body' really asked me to kill you, or at least destroy you.
You. But I can’t let it go, even now when the three major churches are dying, I can’t let it go.”
"Don't talk nonsense, if you can't bear it, let us go." Brett looked disdainfully at the Cardinal "Bloodwind" who was in a very abnormal state of mind.
"That's not possible. I still want to get in touch with you in battle and experience the power of your body. I haven't introduced myself yet, right? I want to make up for it later," said "Blood Wind".
He stretched out his flesh-colored tongue, which was much longer than a human's, and used the tip to lick the corners of his mouth with pleasure.
Then he closed his eyes intoxicatedly, took a deep breath, and tried his best to feel the smell of blood, the smell of the lost, the smell of oil, the fragrance of plants, and the unique smell of human body sweat in the air.
After opening his eyes again, he stretched out his left hand and kept turning his wrist.
Then, the blood-red brilliance of the iron chain in front of him was mixed with the sound of metal collision and quickly explored inward, emitting a dazzling multi-colored light.
A few seconds later, a bright red Xilu longsword that was about one meter long and about half the height of a human emerged from the light.
Brett looked at it cautiously and carefully. The style of the long sword was very old. It was almost a popular product before the third era. It was not straight, but had a slight arc, which seemed to be somewhere between a sword and a knife.
In addition to stabbing, it can also slash.
There is a silver-white object near the hilt of the sword, engraved with a emblem of an ancient family in the Western Continent called "The Glory of Eternal Dawn" that resembles the sun, clouds and flowers intertwined.
But the sword itself is made of black patterns imprinted on a red background. Under the power of the "blood wind", there are also some silver-white "insects" lingering around the sword body like electric current.
, round and round, tirelessly.
"I am the Cardinal of the Dark Night Church, the ninth 'Bloodwind' among the 12 regular cardinals. I have more than half of the blood of the Vampire family, and half of the identity of the Lost. As you can see, I have control
The power of wind and blood. And I don't plan to rely on the power of magic to fight you now. Brother Brett, although the spirit of knights has died long ago, I still want to use this 'Ashes Sword' uprightly, containing the
I will fight you with two sharp swords, 'Ashe' and 'Extinction', which have the aura of ultimate 'sorrow' and can only be controlled by the Vampires."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Bloodwind" roared, suddenly changed his tone and posture, and looked at Brett with a determined gaze similar to that of a [warrior] or a knight.
At the same time, he turned his eyes that turned pure black due to the power of the devil, held the "Grey End Sword" tightly with both hands, and squatted down slightly with his legs.
Two seconds later, after quickly evolving some sword-related fighting skills that he had not used in many years in his mind, the muscles in his legs tightened, and he suddenly jumped up with the power of the ground like a spring, and raised his long sword.
The sword, with blood-red sword energy, struck towards Brett's neck.
boom!
Brett is not to be outdone. He does not accept the ancient spirit of chivalry. Even if "Bloodwind" wants to fight a fair duel, he doesn't want to.
He could feel the life force in his body flowing out slowly and uncontrollably, and he wanted to end this senseless battle as much as possible.
Therefore, he chose to pull the trigger when "Xuefeng"'s long sword was less than half a meter away from him, and hit "Xuefeng"'s relatively fair cheek.
Whoosh!
The moment the silver bullet rushed out, "Blood Wind" quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, causing the bullet to graze his cheek, leaving a narrow bloody scar.
Then, he rotated his body in mid-air and quickly changed the position of the thrust to Brett's broad chest.
After all, he is a well-trained [Fighter]. Although Brett's reaction was not that extreme, he turned his body within the upper limit of human reach, so that the "Grey End Sword" only grazed the edge of his ribs, leaving behind
A wound that wasn't too deep.
However, after quickly retreating and pulling away, Brett realized that although the wound just now was not deep, it was strangely changing with the surrounding wind speed, moving abnormally and uncontrollably.