The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 217 Killing under the Extreme Night 3

Just when the chanting voice of the old vampire sounded in the secret room.

Over the town of Barrow, the hazy red light that shrouded the sky suddenly condensed and turned into wisps of light falling down, like thousands of sharp steel needles falling.

"Come closer!"

At the entrance of the town, Eric swung his demon-hunting sword, striking out a brilliant silver light that was more than ten meters long, forcing the besieged Vampires to temporarily retreat three points. When he glanced at the changes in the sky from the corner of his eyes, he was suddenly shocked.

He didn't care that in the midst of the fierce battle, his whole body was tense and vibrating in the air, and he released a circle of translucent energy ripples. He resisted a few spells such as blood arrows and blood spears, and turned around with a weak grasp!

"Hoo!" An invisible force field suddenly emerged, causing the surrounding air to collapse to one point, pulling the survivors who were hiding behind him and holding amulets to form a defense into a ball.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light differentiated, like clouds, fog, and dreams, blocking most of the falling hazy light strands from the defense, and only a few fish that slipped through the net penetrated.

Even though he could be said to have quick reactions, he still caused tragic casualties - the fragile light threads floated down and penetrated the talisman shields of several townspeople without any hindrance, turning them into a pool of blood as they breathed. .

Amid the panicked cries, the number of survivors was instantly reduced by one-third!

"Mommy mommy!"

The boy with the white cloth wrapped around his shoulders, regardless of the cracked wound, stretched out his hands desperately and shouted wildly, but was hugged by the tearful Iben with all his strength. He could only look at the woman's body gradually melting on the ground, and let out a sound that was not like a human voice. screamed in despair.

"Assholes! You bunch of beasts!"

This tragic scene directly tore open the old scars buried deep in Eric's heart, making him feel the same pain, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

The next moment, the old demon hunter's eyes were filled with blood. He was furious and spun at a very fast speed. The man and his sword turned into a silvery white storm composed of sword blades. With an overwhelming force, he crashed into the dark creature blocking the road!

The storm rolled up the heavy snow and tore the ground apart. In just a few breaths, it expanded and transformed into a tornado pillar with a diameter of tens of meters, like a skyscraper. The sharp blade energy killed thousands of people in an instant. , flying away the sticky blood mist and blood inflammation, easily splitting the steel-hard blood shield and blood armor, and tearing all the vampires into pieces with a devastating force.

Huh...huh...

The sword storm dissipated, and Eric held the long knife, panting slightly, and forcibly released his stunt under the suppression of the huge magic barrier. Even he felt a little tired.

He quickly took out a bottle of precious alchemy potion, bit open the cork and drank a few mouthfuls. After regaining his strength, he poured the remaining half of the bottle back.

Under the control of meticulous mind power, the oily potion dispersed into clouds and mist, and spiritually penetrated into every survivor's body, helping them heal their injuries and increase their physical strength.

"Let's go!" Eric pointed to several overturned cars in the snow and righted them in twos and twos.

"Run outside. It will be safe after crossing the iron bridge. Don't look back!"

"Come quickly, sir!"

Iben packed the old, weak, women and children into several cars and was about to get into the cab when he saw the mysterious savior standing there alone. He quickly stretched out his hand and greeted anxiously.

What answered him was a firm figure gradually disappearing in the wind and snow.

"You have your life...and I still have my mission!"

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Although it accidentally claimed several innocent lives, this was not the original purpose of the scarlet light thread.

The tiny hair-like light needles sank into the ground, passed through the thick soil like a phantom, and appeared in the underground secret room. They immediately returned to their original form and condensed into round pearls, dark red with a sad and dead air. The bloody blood gathered into the red light egg. Full of vitality and death, two blood with completely opposite attributes mixed together, the illusory flowers that bloomed and withered on the light egg gently shook and stopped withering.

As if the male and female stamens of flowers in nature collide, producing a fertilization reaction, the strange-shaped red flowers condense into a small wriggling ball, seeming to bear fruits one after another, but there is still a little bit missing, with bright red and dark red colors. The Jingwei is clearly distinct and can never be formed.

“The blood of life unsworded is enough!

The blood of death born from killing is enough!

Now it is neither good nor evil, full of joy, anger, sorrow and all kinds of life, the blood of all living beings in a muddled manner! "

Victor's dry and plain voice sounded again, along the secret channels, reaching every pre-arranged ritual node in the blink of an eye.

Under the big rocks in the wasteland outside the town...

Among the cliffs on the outer coast of Barrow Island...

In the basement of the town's abandoned old substation...

The elite warlocks of the vampire race, who had been prepared for a long time, grabbed handfuls of exquisite blood-colored crystals, carefully placed the human blood essence extracted through scarlet alchemy on the node array.

If anyone looks down from the sky at this moment, they will be surprised to find that a total of thirty-three dim red lights shine from the ground, shining upward like searchlights, bending and refracting hundreds of meters high, forming a A huge geometric pattern exudes a heart-stopping and profound atmosphere.

Tick, tick!

One drop, two drops, four drops, ten drops...

Blood rain with a fishy-sweet smell poured down from small to large.

Although it was built more than ten years ago, the still-sturdy roof has softened and collapsed.

The brand-new bar sign, which was replaced just a few years ago, is covered in disgusting red rust.

The inexplicable meaning ripples around, not simply corrosion, but a kind of vicissitudes of experiencing the world and watching the changes of time.

"Clatter..." A strange gurgling sound suddenly sounded in the secret room!

A reddish river that seemed real but not real, seemed illusory but not illusory, flowed out of the void, circled around the light egg surrounding Victor, and disappeared into the void again.

A few reddish "water droplets" were sprinkled on the light eggs, and the squirming blood-colored balls suddenly boiled. The three colors of blood, bright red, dark red, and reddish, were no longer distinguishable from each other, and they were all mixed together. , integrating the contained power with mystical concepts, slowly giving birth to "fruits" with countless profound magic patterns on their surfaces!

Soon... soon!

The white-haired old vampire murmured secretly, and his eyes that had been maintaining a calm expression finally showed a bit of eagerness at this time.

He spread out his wrinkled palms, and the bright red brilliance of the ancient blood clan flowed, as if sensing his excitement, it also lit up and darkened accordingly.

The ceremony is about to end, and I... am about to step onto the stairs of immortality, transcend the [Scepter Steps], ascend to the crown of glory, and become a [Crown Wearer].

After sleeping for a few years and settling down my strength, it will be time for me, Victor, to unify the many chaotic vampire factions and become the true King of the Night!

No...not just the vampires! Werewolves, leprechauns, ogres, shapeshifters...even wizards, warlocks...all will crawl at my feet!

Thinking about the wonderful future, Victor's ambition was surging, his skinny body was trembling slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Those stupid and short-sighted humans only know how to pursue foreign objects such as secret treasures. How do they know that the power that belongs to them is real and true at any time!"

(End of this chapter)