Age of Adepts

After a while, the scene suddenly calmed down.

All the creatures in battle had to look up at the sky and look remotely at the red figure rising in the sky.

Under the clear blue sky, a beautiful picture is presented in front of everyone.

A beautiful blood-red figure embraces the mighty knight, snuggling in front of each other's chest, huge leather-like manta wing Zhang, floating two people slowly spinning in mid-air.

Beauty and Knight!

Fiber and strong.

The combination of two handsome men and women of very different sizes, such a strong visual contrast, gives people a sense of unreality and makes them wonder whether their eyes are wrong.

Especially as a participant in today's battle, the evil worm Ntik is particularly hateful of the scene that took place in the sky. Had it not been for his fear that a rush would have led to a tragic failure, he would have been in a mood to slay the Quartet in a state of brutality.

Not only was Mary the Bloody Witch and the handsome knight not romantic and beautiful at all, but she was filled with the cry of life and death.

Mary's sharp fangs pierced each other's carotid arteries, and the blood flowed through her hollow fangs into her body, making her bloodline witchcraft, which had just waned, instantly fuller and fuller. Amazingly, the wounds on Mary's watch quickly shut, scabbed, and healed at visible speeds to the naked eye.

Soon, as a bloody halo swept through her body, all the damage Mary had just suffered had disappeared. Even her skin is once again white and bright, with a hint of bloodthirsty redness.

Fucking vampires! Terrible vampire!

As long as there is a blood diet, as long as the vampire does not die instantly, any harm it suffers can be recovered by sucking blood.

This is where the Vampire Clan is most powerful!

Half an hour later, Marie casually unwrapped her arm and a dried corpse gently fell into the sky.

Mary stretched out her flexible tongue, licked the blood stain off her lips, leaned down and stared over the floor, looking at Ntik with no expression, fingers a little, and shouted: “Kill! ”

So, there was another battle that just cooled down!

“Mary, don't think I'm... scared... of you..." A very ordinary phrase, hard as Ntik said intermittently. Not that he was afraid, but three bloody arrows in a row penetrated his worm and tore him apart.

Time after time, the horrible hole was blown up, and another quick fix was completed.

Ntick grabbed a rotting beetle and used it as his shield to defend against Mary's unstoppable shooting, while his other hand condensed a worm spear made up of peristaltic beetles and threw hard at each other.

Despite mutually damaging injuries, there has been a regression in Ntik's heart.

No way, every time he repairs the torso, he needs to lose some of his mental strength, and the command of the Rotten Beetle battle needs to lose some of his mental strength. If the number of drivers is small, his mental strength may last a little longer, but once a full-scale war breaks out, his mental strength is a little overwhelmed.

Of course, if Mary didn't replenish her blood diet halfway through, it would be no problem to dry and grind Mary to death with the resilience of the evil bug Ntik. After all, Mother Worm is here, and he saves more spiritual strength than the usual summoning of wizards when he drives rotting beetles.

But... not so much, actually.

When Mary drank the blood of a second-degree knight, the winning balance of the battle was broken today!

A Tier 2 knight's chips can't be ignored anywhere!

Mary had to hit a second-degree knight in a day-to-day conflict as a chip, and the defeat of the evil worm Ntik was doomed today.

Hence the hatred glanced at Mary and Ntik, rooted in the swarm, finally withdrew with the rest of his men. Before the swarm of bees retreated back into the dug wormhole, a rotting beetle slapped its green wings and retreated, eventually safely drilling into the wormhole.

After a brief look at his men, Ntik felt like he was in pain.

Thirty-four rotting beetles came together after half a year of hard work, and only 23 returned after this battle. It also heralds the death of 13 rotting beetles on this goddamn battlefield!

Until all the bugs had returned to the ground, Ntik had shadowed up his body and collapsed into countless tiny beetles and drilled into the wormhole.

The vampires did not interfere too much with the retreat of the bugs, but hurried to clear the remnants of each other's surface. As for the foolishness of going underground and continuing to hunt, Mary would not have done so without losing her mind.

Maybe that evil bug Ntik is hoping for her to do it!

By the time the bug population has completely disappeared, there will be only a bunch of vampires left on the entire mountain surface. And Soros, who was trying to escape, was surrounded by two second-degree blood knights, awaiting his ultimate destiny with a pale face.

Watching Mary float slowly with her leather manta wings, and watching the two former 'buddies' clamping herself in one left and one right, Soros has braved himself countless times to blow himself up, but each time he fails‘ unnamed ’in a body tremor.

The shadow of wingspanking came from the sky and Wenlier was transformed into a gentle, middle-aged nobleman who appeared before Soros.

Since becoming a vampire, Winrill's life has been invisible and prolonged considerably.

As a human being, his life may be coming to an end, but as a vampire, his long life has just begun to grow into a wonderful age.

So after going through a life experience ranging from aging to strength, he was so irrevocably committed to the embrace of a vampire that he became the first native to fully embrace vampire transformation from body to mind.

“Dear Lord Soros, I'm sure you know what's going on. Do you intend to continue to fight our great family of vampires with your life? As long as you are willing to give up that weak human being and join the ranks of the vampires, I, Winrill, would like to introduce you to the great Mary!” Winrill stopped ten steps away from Soros with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands and starting to sell his tongue.

“I'd rather die than be a nasty puppet like them!” Soros's sword shouted loudly. His voice, though fierce, revealed a slight weakness in his words.

Winrill laughed more cheerfully.

“Lord Soros, that's all you don't know. If you are deeply excluded from becoming a vampire, Your Majesty will not fail to impair your intelligence when you lose energy in your first embrace. But if you are willing to accept all of this from the heart, you will be able to enjoy a long and strange journey of life, just like me, not only keeping your whole consciousness intact. ”

“You mean... really?” Soros asked with a trembling voice, and his sword-handed hands could not bear to tremble.

He was still looking at Winrill in the first half of the sentence, but in the last two words, his eyes could not help but lean toward Mary, the bloody witch floating proudly in the air.

“As long as you truly bow to me and become my servant, I can allow you to retain your full wisdom and full power. Choose, Soros!” Mary's words, like those of her people, remain callous and unacceptable to the slightest hesitation and wandering.

After biting his teeth for a moment, Soros, the second-degree glorious knight, finally lowered his head darkly, threw down his long sword in his hand, kneeling on one leg, and muffled: “Me, Soros, willing to bow down! ”

Mary's blood eyes also reflected excitement and lowered her torso slowly, nodding to Winrill, who stood beside her: "Go and let them clean up the battlefield! ”

“Yes!” Wen Lille said gladly, bowing down to salute him and turning away.

Mary's words have undoubtedly confirmed his worth and heralded that he already has the reign of all vampires except the five Blood Knights (who just died in battle).

This is a qualitative leap forward for the naturally ill-fated Winrill!

When Winrill left, Mary Xinfu walked up to Soros and leaned over and stared at him.

And the two second-degree blood knights stared at Soros from left to right, and once he had any movement, the sword in their hands would kill him mercilessly.

“Look up!” Marie said coldly.

Soros lifted his head with words and his eyes were colliding with Mary's blood eyes.

“Remember, only by accepting your first embrace wholeheartedly can you retain your complete wisdom, so now let go of your heart!” Mary stretched out her sharp fingertips and engraved a mark on Soros' forehead representing her witchcraft.

Blood rolled down and flowed on Soros' face.

“I do… I do… I do…” Soros repeats over and over again, his voice hoarse and confused, but his strong will is beyond doubt.

At this moment, Mary's sharp fingertips crossed her wrist and a bloodbath of red immediately appeared.

Mary drowned her arms and let a drop of blood drip down her fingertips onto Soros' forehead witchcraft mark. Quite oddly, Mary's blood mixed with Soros', which lit up the mark of witchcraft.

The smell of nourishing corrosion in the imprinted blood marks began to erode deeply over Soros' skull through the flesh. And every drop of blood that falls on the brand is like a hot lava, a hot Soros shattering, twisted face.

But he knew that the chances were not twisting indiscriminately and that he was silently subjected to strange vampire modification.

A powerful stream of blood energy penetrated his body and was eroding in a crushing and decaying manner to transform all the flesh, tissues and organs passing along the way. If Soros moves the symbolic energy against him, the transformation process will never be so smooth and peaceful.

But when this strange blood energy eroded into some nodes of Soros' body where the symbolic energy converged, his painful howling still persecuted him.

As a result, Mary's blood flowed into him faster and faster and faster!