Illimitable Until Death

“Boo-hoo! ”

In the roar, meteors falling from the sky fell on the ground, provoking a strong blast, lifting the soil and stones and rolling them in all directions.

“ …… ”

Hierre was dancing in his coat, retreating from the blast and jumping on the ground with great flexibility. Soon after, he was away from the blast caused by the shock and detached from the aftermath.

At this time, spinning like a wind wheel, he gave a nail-like sword to a flying dagger, like a dart, spinning in the middle of the sky, sweeping in the direction of the blast.

“Bang!”

In the crisp noise, the swirling dagger was connected to the palm by one hand.

The storm, gradually calming down.

In the field, silent calm.

“Alas?”

As if it had only reacted so far, Elquitte stopped trying to tear her limbs apart and stood there.

Hierre's face condensed and his body tightened slowly.

Then, a voice sounds.

“Unexpectedly, it's only for a little while. Who do you not meet, rather than a funeral agency agent? ”

Turning the dagger in his hand, he glanced at Erkwett, nailed to the trunk, ignoring his whole body bathing blood, a tragic appearance, extremely calm voice.

“With such good luck, how come you don't see it in your search for" snakes "? ”

Thus, the dagger in the hand of the square suddenly waved.

“Psst! ”

In the sound of gold iron, the sword thrown through Elquitte's body was cut to pieces.

“Hmm...”

Elquirt slipped down from the trunk and fell on his own knees on the ground in his own blood.

On the body, the hole in that one begins to heal at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

“You...” Elquitte knelt down in the blood, panting, looking into the square, couldn't help but ask, “What are you doing here? ”

Rumor has it, there is no good breath in the face.

“Because some lonely vampire, Zhenzhu, complained that I wasn't with her anymore, but took care of myself and walked away. ”

After that, he turned his head and looked forward.

There, Hierre had been staring closely into the square, and in his hands had regained the sword he had thrown.

“Why are you here - like this stupid woman, I won't ask. ”

Ignoring the protest of El Quito, he spoke to Hierre.

“But hunting vampires begins in broad daylight, even if it's hostile to heresy? ”

That careless remark, like the last one, did not elicit a reaction from Hierre.

Hierre was only still staring at the square and questioned in a moment with no ups and downs of emotion.

“Do you want to save this vampire? ”

It's not questioning, it's simply confirmation.

“I don't understand.” Hierre said, "Vampires are enemies of humans. Why would you want to help her? ”

“Can't you help because you're not human?” It seems to be laughing and not laughing: “As if it were all human words, then anyone would be willing to help anyone. ”

“It is precisely because human beings and humans, even if they are human beings, do not necessarily help each other that I find confusing. Hierre said with some indifference:" Even humans and humans are like this, let alone humans and vampires. ”

“In other words, since humans aren't worth helping, vampires aren't worth helping, are they?” He whispered, "Unfortunately, neither man nor vampire makes any difference to me. ”

That's not a nice word.

If it was two rituals, I'm sure you'd say the same thing.

“After all, in my eyes, human beings and vampires are nothing more than broken dolls divided by death. ”

Hearing the words of the square, Hierre was silent.

I don't know exactly how to understand the words in the square, or perhaps not at all, but Hierre lifted the sword in his hand and pointed to Elquiat, who was kneeling under the tree.

“Whatever you think, the real ancestor is hopeless.” Hierre said it like he was telling the truth: "If we don't destroy her, without the Snake, the city will soon be a dead city. ”

Suddenly the atmosphere in the air changed.

The look on Elquitte's face, too, changed.

Only Fang Li, still in the same color, said to Hierre, “What are you talking about? How can I not understand? ”

“You really don't get it?” Hierre looked into the square and said softly, as if he were going to see through what was in the square's mind: "Even if you pretend you don't understand, it doesn't matter, and if you really don't, let me tell you. ”

Thereafter, Hierre proclaimed it in ruthless words, like knocking on a man's head.

“Elquirt-Brunstad. ”

“This true ancestral princess is about to fall. ”

“So she's almost hopeless. ”

Ruthless words stir up the heart.

Elquitte lowered her head and trembled slightly, wondering if she was feeling angry or unhappy.

The square was silent, but my heart sighed in darkness.

It is certainly not unknown what Hierre is referring to.

Fallen.

There is only one word used to describe the condition of a true ancestor.

That's when the real ancestors were dragged away by the urge to suck blood.

Yes, it is.

The blood-sucking impulse in Elquilt was awakened.

It's like the real ancestors of the past have been tormented by the blood-sucking urge in their bodies.

Although the weapons used by the real ancestors to exterminate the decadent ancestors, Elquite is also the real ancestors themselves.

Of course, Elquitte also has a blood urge.

And of course, Elquiat is not the real ancestor who would let go of the urge to suck blood and consume human blood, otherwise, as the executioner's position, it would be impossible to say.

So, eight hundred years ago, Elquiat started using his own strength to back up the sucking impulse in the body.

And even so, after using most of the force to back up the blood-sucking impulse, Elquilt still has the fighting power to scare the twenty-seven deceased.

This is why Fang Li had previously speculated that Elquite's real strength was level two.

After using most of its power to suppress the blood-sucking impulse, Elquilt still has the fighting power to scare the third-degree deceased, the 27th ancestor, how can its true rank be lower?

Yet today, El Quito is facing a corrupt crisis.

“For unknown reasons, she is now extremely weak, losing most of her strength, and no more strength to back up her blood-sucking impulses. ”

The ruthless proclamation of Hierre continues to ring.

“If she goes on like this, she will lose her own blood sucking impulse and become a monster feeding on human blood. ”

“Even so, don't you think it matters? ”