I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"That must be an illusion!"

The dark muzzle was raised towards Gracefield again, and the man in black said slowly: "Really?"

He pulled the trigger at the girl not far away, and Phil subconsciously raised the particle cannon in his hand to block it in front of his head.

clatter!

With the sound of the firing pin hitting the air, Gracefield's whole body trembled slightly, and then he discovered that the gun in the man in black's hand did not fire.

She put down the weapon in front of her face and couldn't help but joke: "It seems that your organization is not rich either. If you come out to kill someone, you don't even have enough bullets in the magazine..."

"There is no way, because the lower special bullets are also very expensive."

The man in black hummed as if he was amused by the scene in front of him. He threw down the pistol that had also turned into scrap metal and pulled out a gleaming dagger from his arms.

"But to kill you, a human, cold weapons are just as useful!"

Unexpectedly, when Gracefield heard this, he raised his eyebrows, glanced down at the one-meter-three-meter-long metal particle cannon in his hand, and was as thick as two arms, and said with a smile: "Are you sure?"

Chapter 161 Non-fatal kill

As if holding a long knife, Phil grasped the barrel of the gun with both hands and made a posture ready for battle.

The figure of the man in black had already rushed over in two or three steps and waved the dagger in his hand towards her.

The unique sharpness of a cold weapon blade was as clear as instinct in Phil's perception. Facing the tip of the knife stabbing towards his heart, Phil immediately made a move to block the attack.

The metal tip cut the air, and all movements seemed to have been slowed down. But when Phil really started to turn his wrist, he realized that his movements were half a beat slower than his thinking.

Although the particle cannon used as a melee weapon in his hand is very strong, it is also not light in weight. The streamlined gun body weighs at least four kilograms and cannot be wielded like an arm by Grace Feil's current body. In the final analysis - it is still power. shortcomings.

clang!

But Phil, who had already taken action in advance, still barely blocked the fatal stab from the man in black. The force from it was so amazing that it made his arm numb and almost lost his grip on the barrel of the gun. .

Phil screamed in his heart that something was not good, and the man in black seemed not to have expected that this human girl could keep up with his close-quarters assassination speed. However, there was no room for distraction in close-quarters hand-to-hand combat, and the next backhand slash followed. After that, there was no intention of giving Phil any room to breathe.

I can't fight hard... My current strength is that I can't even swing the weapons in my hands flexibly, I can only dodge...

Fortunately, this body's agility is passable. Phil spotted the man in black's shoulder and elbow movements and dodged several of his fatal swings.

Once, the guy almost cut off his own ear with a knife, but luckily he only cut off some of the hair on his temples... It was a close call.

When the opponent was about to withdraw his sword after a series of attacks, Phil found an opportunity to round the fire stick in his hand and hit him hard on the shoulder.

Snapped!

The metal gun body hit the man in black squarely on the shoulder, but the move that could make him instantly lose an arm in the past only knocked him back, and he let out a cry of pain.

"Well, Miss, you are really harsh, this blow is very painful!"

Damn, this could have cost you one of your hands!

Phil pursed his lips tightly and did not answer, but retreated again to distance himself from him.

The man in black rubbed his painful shoulder, moved his arm and found that there was nothing serious except for the pain, so he raised the knife again and approached Phil.

Fatigue and hunger were constantly eroding Phil's current physical condition. Until now, she had not had a drop of water, but she felt that her throat was about to be on fire, and the arm holding the cold barrel of the gun was shaking uncontrollably.

Trying his best to control his breathing, Phil could only pray for a chance to escape and rely on his familiarity with the city's dark alleys and roads to get rid of the enemy. Otherwise, it would not be a wise choice to continue fighting him head-on.

Unexpectedly, I, the majestic swordsman, H.L., the black-haired and white-sworded god of death who made all the evil forces fearful, would be forced to run away by a third-rate killer... What a turn of events!

But the excitement of having my life tied to my belt like this now, and dancing hand in hand with the God of Death, is much more exciting than the days when I was invincible like cheating!

Just think of this as the most difficult game with only one life to clear the level!

Gracefield could clearly feel his heart beating continuously in his chest, pumping blood throughout his body, and the feeling brought to him by the continuous secretion of adrenaline. He couldn't help but think of this.

"But it's all over here, go to hell!"

The man in black rushed forward again, but this time he did not wave the dagger first. Instead, he quickly reached out with his other hand and grabbed Phil's hair, preventing her from being like a loach in his hair like before. He ducked and dodged under the attack, then raised his dagger and stabbed Phil in the heart.

"What! Ugh!"

This bitch has no moral ethics!

Human hair is actually very tough. With the opponent grabbing a handful like this, it is impossible for Phil to break free in a short time with his tired and hungry body.

But life or death can only be decided in a moment. If other people might protect their hair because of subconscious pain, Phil obviously would not do so.

Pain was as commonplace to her as drinking water, and now all she could think about was how to survive in this seemingly certain death situation.

The other party has already put aside moral restraints and adopted the most obscene way to kill himself, so we can't blame Miss Phil for disregarding benevolence and justice...

Real secret skill! You will be unable to get out of bed within seven days, and you will be invincible in the world and tease your vaginal feet!

Snapped!

To be honest, if the other party hadn't shown martial ethics first, Phil wouldn't have wanted to use this kind of surefire move on him that would cause his own phantom limb to hurt.

Really, that hurts too much... Even with the medical technology in HL, if the force method is correct, you will have to use artificial prostheses to replace the original ones to support your sexual life for the rest of your life.

A sound like a cracking egg came from his crotch, accompanied by a violent tremor all over the body of the man in black, as if he was suddenly electrocuted, the dagger stabbed at Phil's chest and the hand that grabbed her hair. The boy lost his strength.

"Ouch!!"

It made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears. The miserable wail that could have caused the roosters within a ten-mile radius to crowing on the spot cut through the long and painful night of Hersalemzi Lot.

"Sorry, I had no choice..."

With a pityful look, he took one last look at the painful figure who was huddled on the ground, covering her legs and unable to breathe. Phil dropped the fire poker in his hand and ran away. In the blink of an eye, her petite figure disappeared around the corner.

in the dark alley.

The shrill siren sounded as promised, and the blue and red police lights flashed, completely tearing apart the silent night on this street.

The first thing the police officers saw when they ran out of the police car was the broken glass of the convenience store, inside which lay an alien with a broken head, and a black figure cowering on the ground and screaming. .

Of course, there was also the individual particle accelerator cannon on the ground... That thing was a big killer. They had to immediately control the man in black on the street outside and put him in a police car. .

"What happened? Are you a victim? Answer my question!" Police officer Daniel Low pressed the guy lying on the hood and asked him.

Looking at his painful look...his face was covered with snot and tears, his lips were white, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. He kept talking nonsense with his thighs between his legs. Daniel saw his first At a glance, he was placed in the ranks of the victims, without realizing that the person in front of him was the murderer of the convenience store clerk.

It wasn't until another investigator picked up the black pistol on the ground and found consistent traces of gunpowder on his hand, and the rapid ballistic comparison evidence also pointed to the man in front of him, that Daniel had no choice but to believe the crying man. The guy who looks like a girl is the culprit behind the robbery of this convenience store.

So the question is, who fucked him into what he is now?

Danielle, who was checking the man in black's injuries, couldn't help but feel a chill in his crotch after seeing the tragic situation between his legs. Countless questions lingered in his mind.

Is this considered an act of righteousness?

By the way, are there any people in this city who are brave enough to do justice...

Entering the convenience store, Danielle picked up the 1 zer coin on the counter and looked at the expired bento that was stained with a lot of blood and brains. His expression was indescribably complicated.

And Phil, who was hiding deep in the alley, could finally lean against the wall and take a breath, listening to the siren sounding not far away. Knowing that she couldn't explain it clearly, she didn't want to get into trouble, just in case the gang of cops gave her a random chance. For such a crime, being imprisoned is not worth the gain.

As Phil gradually calmed down his breathing, his attention was suddenly attracted by the movement coming from the garbage pile opposite. He looked closely and found a ragged guy lying inside, mumbling something he couldn't hear clearly. words come.

Phil, who had no curiosity about this kind of thing, immediately wanted to get up and leave, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the figure's scarlet eyes that suddenly opened and looked at him.

"Blood....."

A biting chill than the winter wind suddenly penetrated Phil's whole body along the collar of his clothes. She was so familiar with this look, and she felt despair from the bottom of her heart.

It was a blond woman. Although one arm was completely missing, the squirming granules at the wound were slowly growing at an imperceptible speed. Gracefield could tell that she was a woman without even using a mirror to confirm. what.

"Family of the Blood Realm..."

Chapter 162: Going to be squeezed dry

It can be said that Gracefield's situation couldn't be worse now. After fighting and escaping with the man in black in the convenience store, she had exhausted almost all her strength. Now she can even hold herself up against the wall. It would make Phil's hands weak.

There was a burning sensation in his stomach, which was constantly protesting due to hunger. Under the gaze of the Blood Boundaries in front of him, Phil seemed to have no capital to escape. He was just a blood bag delivered to the mouths of the Blood Boundaries.

The vampire in front of him didn't hesitate at all and rushed straight towards Phil!

A huge force that ordinary people couldn't resist came from the arm of the Blood Realm Familiar, slamming Phil against the wall.

Before he could even shout, the blond vampire in front of him showed a pair of sharp hollow fangs and bit his neck.

The sharp teeth pierced Phil's skin without any hindrance, and then an indescribable cold feeling radiated to her body at the speed of light along the wound, and strength and blood were drained from her body like running water.

The seriously injured Blood Realm Familiar was very greedy when it came to eating. He didn't even have the intention of using Phil as his next ration, and was about to suck up all her blood in one go.

The consciousness in Phil's head disappeared quickly as if the blood was being sucked away, and she roughly guessed the reason why this blood-boundary was injured.

【BB-8】

This may be the Level 8 Blood World Familiar who appeared nearby and was bumped into by Stephen, and the ice slag on the broken arm that has not been completely cleaned can also explain this.

Damn it, Stephen alone couldn't stop her from escaping, so he informed Klaus.

But how did this guy get near the hotel!

I'm afraid I have less than a minute left to think. Phil's only thought now is to survive!

If you cannot complete this side mission, you will not be able to obtain special access rights in the small garden, nor can you obtain rewards that bind your identity... Then you need to rely on this identity and access rights to retain the plan of retaining the memories of your companions and yourself in NoName. It’s completely impossible to implement!

You must not die... You must not die! At least, not here...

Phil used up the last of his willpower to kick and hit the Blood Realm Familiar in front of him, trying to stop her from continuing to drain his blood, pulling her hair, scratching her face, and clasping her eyes in every possible way.

But even if she

No matter how much she resisted, she couldn't break free from the control of the Blood Realm Familiar. The pair of sharp fangs were still firmly clasped around her neck without shaking at all, and the flesh wounds she had scratched by him recovered in the blink of an eye.

His own strength is getting weaker and weaker, while the Blood Boundary Familiar is getting stronger and stronger. Even as time passes, the broken left arm of the Blood Boundary Familiar has begun to regenerate at an accelerated rate, and has even regrown its hand.

...

The hand that tore off a few strands of the blood family's hair also lost the last of its strength, and Phil's breathing began to weaken.

So that's it... So this is the feeling of being drained of blood bit by bit by the Blood Realm Familiar, and facing death without the ability to resist?

There is really no humanity at all, nothing but despair. No wonder the fangs will fight to the end and die.

No wonder Klaus would say...hate, pardon, and give up when he sealed every Blood Realm dependent. Our atrocities were all to protect the Human Realm.

That's not a line that was said just to be cool at all.

The seemingly prosperous human world was invaded by the Blood Realm Families. If the Yakari hadn't had the consciousness to fight with their lives...

The so-called world status of human beings as the hegemon is really about to collapse.

It seemed that miracles would never happen again, and Phil felt that the dazzling white light began to block his vision, becoming more and more dazzling as his consciousness gradually blurred.

Staring at the golden hair of the Blood World Familiar that he tore off between his fingers, Phil thought of the girl with the same beautiful golden hair. She is still in this city four years later, waiting for her to go back, right?

"Isabella...."

As if it was his last sigh before he died, Phil softly called her name, slowly closed his eyes, and was unable to resist being swallowed up by darkness.

But the Blood World Familia who also heard the name suddenly trembled slightly, and suddenly stopped sucking blood as if recalling something, and lifted himself up from Phil who was about to die.

"What did you say?" She stared at the unconscious girl in front of her with a shocked expression.

"Hey, wake up, what did you say? You said 'Isabella', right! Hey!"

She shook Phil, who was limp, trying to wake her up, but it was obviously impossible.

Harsh noises resounded in his mind, and the scattered memories that had been eroded by the vampire transformation ritual were gradually pulled together with the name from the mouth of this strange human girl.

Isabella....who?

A touch of gold and blue appeared in his confused mind. It was long golden hair as beautiful as his own, and blue eyes like the ocean.

"Mom." She called herself.

"Mom? Who am I? Who am I?!" The blond Blood World Familiar shook the unconscious girl in front of him as if he was going crazy, wanting to know the answer from her mouth.

His left arm has been completely regenerated. The Blood Realm Familiar stared at the unconscious girl in front of him. As if he was determined to get the answer he wanted from her, he bit her white neck that was stained with bright red again.

But this time, instead of absorbing her life like a candle in the wind, he reinjected his huge vampire vitality back into her body through the blood infected by the spell.

Although this crude act of transformation, far from being a ritual, might kill her in a few days, it didn't matter.

The Blood Realm Families just want to get the answer behind that name.

Gracefield's consciousness returned to his mind as the hunger and heat from his heart spread throughout his body.