"What's wrong with you? Why are you in such a mess?" Bismarck frowned and asked. At this time, Bismarck slowly floated in the air and slowly moved his body in front of Patton.
Bismarck looked at Patton, looking at a huge cut on his chest, blood all over his body, and paint on his nose. His originally handsome nose was now almost like a clown's nose.
As early as when Patton intercepted Allen, Bismarck heard the movement here in the distance, so he rushed over. Looking down from the air, the ring of fire created by Patton was very obvious. Bismarck found it with almost no effort.
He found the target and flew over quickly. He also witnessed the fight between the two from a distance, and once again saw the purple-black light blade flashing away.
"Huh...huh...huh..." Barton gasped for air, grimacing in pain.
Seeing Patton in such a state, Bismarck simply stopped asking, his eyes flashed red, and he read his heart and activated it instantly.
"I'll kill you!...Kill you!..."
"A little bastard born of a lowly human being!...Trash!..."
"No! Queen Catherine has to live..."
"It's okay!...I'll burn all your limbs! Peel off your skin! Then offer it to Her Highness the Queen..."
"Beast!...bastard!..."
"When did this trash have bloodline abilities?...What on earth is that purple-black light!?..."
Patton's inner voice lingered in Bismarck's mind...
When Bismarck heard this, his eyes immediately lit up. He quickly learned the inside story from Barton's inner curse. That little guy turned out to be the most famous person in the vampire world in the past ten years.
"only"!?
In the thousands of years of vampire history, the only one born into the vampire clan!
Bismarck remained calm, pretending not to know anything, and said, "Is that the interesting little guy I discovered before?"
"Yes..." Barton said with difficulty.
"Are you okay?" Bismarck glanced at the huge wound on Patton's chest and asked with concern: "Hurry up and get some blood essence from the camp to heal the wound."
"Huh! I'll be right back!" Barton reluctantly replied, "Wait for me! We will work together to find that kid in a while!"
Bismarck smiled, nodded, and then watched Patton fly away. Then, he closed his eyes and felt things again.
However, before Bismarck could listen carefully, he suddenly let out a soft moan, "What does this smell like?"
Bismarck followed the smell and walked over, only to see blood stains on the ground, which had not yet solidified. These were the few drops of blood that Allen had just spit out.
Bismarck tapped it lightly with his finger, then put it into his mouth and licked it with the tip of his tongue. In an instant, Bismarck was so excited that his whole body trembled, his eyes glowed red, and just this drop of blood made him boil! Bismarck only felt that he was
The blood all over his body is boiling and burning, and the powerful aura is rising steadily!
Divine blood!? No! It’s much sweeter than ordinary divine blood! Ah! It’s so wonderful!
Bismarck couldn't imagine that a drop of Allen's ordinary blood could make him so excited. What if it was his essence blood!? What if all his blood was sucked dry!?
Ah!!! The road to the ancestor of the prince is right in front of him! Bismarck instantly felt that the conspiracy of those old guys was simply too weak! He wasted so much energy on these nonsense, but he didn't know that if he could have Allen, it would be simply...
To reach the sky in one step!
After Bismarck's excitement gradually dissipated, he closed his eyes again and listened carefully. Suddenly, his eyes opened and he soared into the sky. His sight was focused on the ruins.
Bismarck had just heard a rush of footsteps and the vibration of broken bricks. After comparing the distance, this was roughly the path and range of Allen's escape.
However, Bismarck frowned again and his voice disappeared again. It was probably because the little guy was hiding and motionless...
What should he do? Bismarck thought, should he search through the dense ruins in front of him one by one? Even if he searched through them one by one, he would not be able to prevent the little guy from escaping again. At this moment, Bismarck suddenly envied Daniel's tactile perception. If that
As long as the guy is here, you can probably find this little guy easily, right?
Patton was injured, and he probably wouldn't be able to recover for two or three days. Bismarck continued to think about how he could find this little guy first and make him his own before Patton recovered from his injury.
Suddenly, Bismarck took out a white silk scarf from his arms. He glanced at the blood stains on the ground, and then looked back at the giant flesh puppet more than thirty meters tall in the distance.
The corners of Bismarck's mouth raised slightly...
Give it a try? Maybe there will be unexpected surprises...
"Cough...cough..." Allen was lying on a pile of rubble and bricks of a building, coughing lightly, breathing heavily, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing. He was now
His whole body was in severe pain, a large area of his back was burned, and the shock wave of the explosion made him writhe inside. What was even worse was the condition of his right arm, with fist bones and arm bones broken everywhere. He could no longer lift his entire arm.
However, how tenacious is Allen's willpower? How could he, who had already experienced life and death, be defeated by this pain? He tore off a corner of his clothes with his left hand and wiped the blood from his mouth vigorously. Fortunately,
He only spit out a mouthful of blood, and the rest were burns and internal injuries. At this moment, he couldn't bleed, and he also tried not to make too much noise.
Allen is very sure that after Barton recovers from his injury, he will definitely join forces with the mysterious Duke who has the ability to sense blood and sound to find him together. Now he must quickly find a place to hide and heal.
However, Allen came out to look for food. He was already in a panic due to hunger, and now all the blood servants had basically disappeared. What could Allen use to heal himself?
Forget it, let's find a place to hide first.
Allen got up with a painful expression. Now, just such a movement made him grin in pain. Allen threw away the cloth that wiped the blood, checked his body, and after making sure that there was no more blood on his body,
He moved deeper into the ruins with difficulty.
It has to be said that Allen is already in a very difficult situation. Despite his miserable state, Barton, who fought with him, was not much better than him and suffered almost the same injuries. It is said that Allen is much better than one
He and the two marquis-level powerhouses of high rank are tied. However, Barton is indeed a little overconfident. If he comes up, he will go all out. Under the indiscriminate bombardment, Allen may not be as good as Barton.
General.
Allen was not too happy about his achievements, but looked sad. He knew that Barton had a large amount of blood essence for healing outside the city. But now he couldn't even fill his stomach. Alas! Really.
People are so irritating!
Allen moved with difficulty among the ruins, but what he didn't know was that Bismarck was already looking for him.
There is truly a wolf in front of us and a tiger behind us. One wave never ceases, but another wave rises again...