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Chapter 148: The Coming of Silence (15): The Bloody Battle (Part 2)

"What is this? Is there... something poisonous on your sword?" Brett asked in surprise.

He subconsciously covered the wound near his ribs with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding with universal compression.

However, the sudden feeling of weakness still made it difficult for him to maintain a fighting posture, so he had to lower the hand holding the "White Bear" pistol and take a half step forward, trying to support his "shaky" body that was almost falling.

"This is my energy field, an existence that contains the breath of wind. Brother Brett, do you know? Wind is a mysterious and ordinary existence. Although it exists in every corner of the world, in the ocean, the earth, and the sky

, even underground caves that no one cares about, but you can’t capture it, and even if you use it, you can’t generate much electricity with current technology.”

"Xue Feng" said, holding the "Grey End Sword" with both hands, changing the position parallel to the eyebrows to straight forward, pointing it in the direction of Brett's body, preparing to rely on its original function-stabbing, with

Come and fight.

"wind?"

Brett spoke out a crucial word from the gap between his teeth clenched in pain and asked.

"Yes, it is ordinary because it can be seen everywhere, but what is extraordinary is that it can be integrated into my power, that is blood. Wonderful blood, mysterious blood, admirable blood. It is also everywhere, but it symbolizes life

.When the blood is blended into the strong wind, they will become the most powerful weapons.

I have seen colorless wind, which is the most common. I have also seen black wind, which is the product of our Dark Night Church's collective dispatch. Most of them cannot suppress the manic dark magic power in their bodies and can only be carried by the wind.

out.

But the red wind must be the product of blood. The dark red light will only bring a red sky, but will not blend into the wind. And the red wind will obey my call and order. As long as there are wounds on your body, they will

It will quickly integrate into your blood, guide them, lead them, and finally escape from your huge, charming body." "Blood Wind" explained.

"So it's not... it's not poison, right? It's extraordinary power, the power of the wind." The corners of Brett's mouth suddenly raised.

He didn't pay attention to the intoxicated look on "Xuefeng's" face, and he didn't want to analyze whether the smell of blood stimulated "Xuefeng"'s fascination for blood that belongs to the vampire family deep in his genes, or whether it was his kind of obsession with blood.

A very strange emotion.

Instead, he put his left hand stained with bright red blood into the pocket of his tactical trousers, and unabashedly took out the "Mithril Blood Drop" without any hesitation.

"Order monster? Who gave it to you? As a human, you should not hold it, and you should not come into contact with it." "Bloodwind"'s face became obviously twisted and ferocious.

Brett observed that Bloodwind was terrified.

After seeing the order monster, MB-105's "Mythril Blood Drop", as a cardinal and a lost person of level 4, "Bloodwind" actually sprouted an extremely extraordinary energy from the depths of his soul, instantly.

A sense of transcendent fear lingering in the spiritual realm.

He was trembling, he was afraid, and even at this moment, his hands could not hold the "Sword of Ashes" stably, nor could he continue to powerfully output the magic power of the wind.

After a few seconds, the red aura on the sword in "Xue Feng's" hand began to gradually fade away, and the lingering wind around him also quickly "quieted".

In addition to the blood still filling the air and the black, devilishly twisted trees, there was only the smell of blood that had also become much diluted.

"I feel it, eh." Brett endured the feeling of blood and acid surging in his stomach, suppressed the stinging, burning, tearing and exploding sensation that once again spread throughout his body, and used his hand to remove the "mithril blood drop"

He raised it and said:

"The life force in my body has been passing away rapidly. Maybe... maybe I am not an excellent [warrior], and maybe I am not a human being with high moral standards. But I must become a dead and lost person.

People in the battle. If I exchange the illegitimate son of a Kusha noble, the unknown captain of the Sugra Guard, the low-ranking non-commissioned officer, and the unappreciated grassroots soldier for the life of a regular cardinal,

, I think it’s worth it. You probably don’t know that there is toxin in my body, the same poison that was just attacked in the abandoned outpost.”

"The human body is still too weak, and we have never believed in gods. We cannot get any blessing or forgiveness. We can only learn to endure and face our own destiny."

"In this case." "Xue Feng" tried to persuade him with a trembling tone that he was not aware of:

"You want to die with me, right? That's right. The Lost and humans are eternal enemies. Even now, the focus of both parties is no longer on the unintentional man, the enemy who caused this world to become a wasteland."

"Bloodwind" still held the sword tightly with both hands and walked half a circle around Brett's body.

His nostrils twitched slightly, sucking in the almost inaudible smell of blood in the air, and said leisurely:

"Then it's even more impossible for me to let you go. To be honest, Brett. I like strong people. I like the beauty brought out by the strong body and the sense of endless power. But the vampire is destined to be elegant.

We cannot become beasts. In the first era, we were deprived of some of the characteristics of beasts by the dragon clan. After the evolution of the four eras, we no longer admire the huge body, fierce attacks, and pumping power. Most of us

People advocate an untimely softness, an aesthetic that is even spurned by normal humans.

I don’t know what kind of hatred for the lost or belief in fighting exists in your heart. But if you are willing to rely on sequential monsters and overdraw your own life aura to fight, I can only accompany you. After all, I

The energy field created is also a constraint for me. As long as the 'preemptive dispersion field' is activated and some obstacles with scarce life breath are removed, you and I, who are fighting at the core of the energy field, have no option to retreat. Because in Chapter 1

In the third era, it was prepared for knights."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Okay, then I will give it a try, as long as the blood is dripped. Oh, by the way, there is no need to 'drip' anymore." Brett said with a wry smile.

When he turned his attention to the tactical gloves that were stained with blood and were already a little red, he suddenly discovered that the "mithril blood drop" was emitting bright light like daylight.

Immediately afterwards, after his attention was diverted, the bright human blood that had just flowed down his pants to the ground and formed a small pool of blood in his body was now violating the rules of gravity and flowing upward, including the blood in his hand.

That point is completely converging towards the "mithril blood drop".

"He is absorbing blood, so wonderful, so gorgeous." "Blood Wind" couldn't help but admire.

He could even clearly feel that the terrifying sequence monster in front of him was hypnotizing and misleading him, giving him the illusion that "this thing is harmless" and "I should quietly observe that it has been activated."

.

When he finally broke free from the shackles of his thoughts and swung the "Sword of Ashes" again, planning to run forward and slash forward, he was surprised to find that his legs didn't seem to exist.

Looking down, I can see that it is still growing under the buttocks, strongly supporting my body and allowing me to maintain a standing position without using my arms.

However, those legs seem to be just sculptures carved by well-known abstract artists from the Zhbania Province of the Putoa Federation for the appreciation of wealthy factory owners. They are not real products, and naturally they cannot be relied on.

Move a millimeter.

"Xue Feng" suddenly felt a chill on his spine, and his eyes quickly changed from pure black to the brown color common to people in the Western Continent.

However, even so, as a rare Order 4 strongman in the Sune Empire, he could not show his weakness to weak humans.

The superiority of being of a different race, perhaps the superiority of more sequence cores, and the superiority of overriding and controlling everything in the entire fight did not allow it to surrender or even beg for mercy.

Staring at the "Mithril Blood Drop", the body has changed from silvery white to a completely crystal clear pure red, and the incandescent brilliance surrounding it has also suddenly transformed into a multi-color intertwined and colorful existence, "Blood"

"Feng" licked her dry lips, which were as pale as wall skin, and said tremblingly:

"I can't stop you from activating the sequential monsters, which may seem ridiculous to you. However, you should know that holy objects, magic power, and all extraordinary powers belonging to the light are created by the Creator alone in the nightmare.

A wonder of creation. And the sequence monsters are the products created by her and the Lord of the Night. Humans, the Lost, the Orcs, the Heartless, and those living plants cannot shake the great Creator."

"Now I am very curious about what the 'Mithril Blood Drops' can bring you. The Pope of Dark Night seems to have told me that this sequential monster will have different effects on different people. As for the light

It's still dark, we can only wait for practice to prove it. Brother Brett, your power seems to be beyond your imagination. It's really charming. If you run out of power and die because of a monster, to be honest, I would really be reluctant to let you go."

As he spoke, the "mithril blood drop" "watered" by Brett's blood had completed its entire activation process.

When Brett stretched out his hand to hold the slowly falling "blood drop", the "little snakes" that surrounded the "blood drop" after the light faded and moved as fast as lightning quickly moved around Brett's body.

, forming a small electric energy protection field for him that is difficult for ordinary humans to approach.

At the same time, after a flash of silvery white light and a strong electric shock-like feeling, Brett felt an extremely refreshing feeling that penetrated deep into his soul.

The pain, negative emotions, and weakness caused by physical exhaustion suddenly disappeared, and his thinking and spirit even became clearer and much more agile.

"Fight." Brett declared war on "Bloodwind" with a rich, manly voice, and at the same time raised the "White Bear" pistol.

But before he had time to wait for the "Blood Wind" to fight, a mechanical sound suddenly appeared in his ears, without any unevenness.

"Eat it."

"What?" Brett said in shock.

"What? It should be the hallucination caused by the sequence monster to you. I seem to be able to move, why not let you feel my swordsmanship first, and the true power of this 'Sword of Ashes'?" "Blood Wind" used

Said in a mocking tone.

However, after being exposed to the influence of the sequence monster, there was still some numbness in his legs. Before Brett took the lead, he was in no hurry to reveal more of his tactics.

"Eat it, it will satisfy all your desires." The mechanical voice responded.

"Okay." Brett agreed in a low voice.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the "mithril blood drop" that had become only half the size of a thumb, along with some disgusting residue remaining on it that exuded something extremely unsuitable for humans.

Liquid residue that smells like blood.

Seeing Brett's "suicide" behavior, "Bloodwind" instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

If Brett's ability, which was enhanced by the monster just now, can defeat it and traumatize him, then now it is necessary to kill him and annihilate him.

As a last resort, he quickly stretched out his left wrist and scratched the sharp part of the "Sword of Ashes", and immediately some sticky blood with a strong smell overflowed from the wound.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly licked and sucked his wounds.

Suddenly, his hair changed from messy and hanging outwards to a vertical bright red, and his brown eyes and the whites of his eyes were replaced by red "dye".

He gasped for breath, and his half-white teeth stained with blood were exposed in his open mouth.

In just one second, they were quickly nourished, quickly lengthened, and became sharp.

Even the four tiger teeth could no longer be retracted into the mouth and had to be left exposed.

The bright blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth flowed down his pointed chin to the bow, the white shirt inside, and the black tuxedo, and actually condensed into a dark red face that looked particularly clear.

"The hidden power of the blood clan is 'humanity'. Now it seems that only by consuming them can I defeat you who was 'blessed' by the monsters. You paid the price with your life, and I will also pay the price of 'humanity'

Bar."

"Xue Feng" roared.

Immediately afterwards, he strode forward, raising the "Sword of Ashes" and charging forward.

In desperation, Brett showed no fear or panic. With the blessing of a calm mind like the lake in the "central lake", he pulled the trigger and fired two silver bullets wrapped in bright red flames.

bump!

bump!

The bullet went straight through "Bloodwind"'s chest.

An afterimage passed by, and after dodging the attack, "Blood Wind"'s "Grey End Sword" quickly reached Brett's forehead.

when!

Brett's reaction ability has also been improved by several levels. He relied on the solid material of the camouflage-colored "White Bear" pistol to withstand "Bloodwind"'s hard blow, and counterattacked, hitting "Bloodwind" with the butt of the gun.

"'s head.

"Bloodwind" naturally did not let Brett succeed in his sneak attack. Instead, he stepped on Brett's chest, used the force to jump into the air, and flipped several times.

At the same time, his "Grey End Sword" was also emitting gray-black sword energy outwards.

The ground touched by the sword energy and the nearby collapsed and uncollapsed trees left a strong brown trace after being touched by the sword energy.

And after struggling for a few seconds, the trees all shattered into pieces, and thick, scorching smoke came out.

Brett hesitated in the meantime, trying his best to avoid the sword energy, and took the opportunity to shoot back.

However, "Bloodwind" relied on dexterous rotation in the air, blocked the bullet with its long sword, and landed behind Brett's broad body.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly stepped forward and pressed against Brett's back, his left hand nimbly wrapped around his neck that was stained with sticky dirt, and said in a feminine tone full of desire:

"Brother Brett, I want to taste your blood now."


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