Ride and Cut

"John II and Bishop Paul have shown it to Dracula." Richard spread his hands and shrugged. "As a high-ranking clergyman, when it comes to understanding the undead, no one on the entire continent has a deeper understanding than them. ."

　　 "Wait a minute, Dracula is half undead now, how dare you take him to see the Pope?" Annie opened her eyes suddenly, as if she heard something incredible.

"Nizi, you don't really think the Holy Light Church is pure and flawless, do you? Stuart makes blood knights every year, and the church sees it, but he has never intervened." Buckland, an old angry young man, was very disdainful." Even if Richard's face is not that big, it is not a problem to protect a Dracula."

　　 "That's the reason." The lord nodded humbly, "but in the end they both said that there is nothing to do. I guess they won't be able to go back in this life. Lao Tzu Bai Rao personally enters."

　　 After becoming a blood knight, Dracula is not a bit stronger than before. It is undoubtedly a good thing for the interests of the entire Alpine Fort.

　　 But to outsiders, the lord of the mountain fort Richard, who is extremely tyrannical, has a kind of warmth towards his own people, and treats them more as little brothers than pure tool people.

　　 I still hope that they can all have a normal life, instead of becoming a human and undead for power.

　　 But it's too late to say anything now.

　　 Since it is a foregone conclusion, it cannot be changed, and there is no need to say any more frustrating words.

"If you can't go back, you can't go back. To be honest, his blood power is very powerful. At least it is much stronger than those two knives." Richard waved at a beautiful blond man who was sad in the corner, "Come on. Come on, it’s rare that everyone is there, so don’t hurry up and show everyone your blood energy."

　　 "Just this teacup." He pointed to the gilt porcelain on the table.

　　 Since the alpine fort has gradually widened, daily necessities have become more and more exquisite, as evidenced by this cup full of nouveau riche atmosphere.

　　 "Yes." Dracula stroked his chest deeply.

　　 The arms dropped naturally, and there was a little redness flowing from the ends of the white fingers. This blood turned into a very thin red line, slowly moving and undulating in mid-air.

　　 "Blood Cutting!" In the calm room, there seemed to be wind suddenly rising.

　　 One end of the blood line was connected to Dracula's finger, but the other end was ejected suddenly, like a hunting king cobra, instantly divided into two, crossing the teacup in a crisscross pattern.

　　Porcelain worth at least two gold coins burst into four pieces immediately, and the remaining tea water flowed onto the table.

　　 "Look." Richard picked up a piece of broken porcelain and showed it to everyone.

　　 The fracture is very flat, and there is almost no stubble. We want to achieve this by knowing the hard and brittle properties of ceramics. But it is by no means as easy as it seems.

　　 "It's a sharp cut!" Buckland knew how powerful it was, and couldn't help being speechless.

　　 "I think it is more promising than vindictiveness." Lord Lord put down the tiles and continued to talk freely, "Speaking of which, you may not believe it. The information library of the Holy Light Church does have information, and I have also figured out the origin of vindictiveness."

　　 "Oh?" The Gaoshanbao people have always been very interested in strange things, and they are all attentive.

"In fact, in the age of Titans and elves, there was no such thing as grudge. Magic was the only and absolute mainstream." Richard laughed, "But at the beginning, the magical background of mankind was really bad. Don't talk about Titans. The elves are also far away from the earth, and the difference between the clouds and the mud."

　　 "Yes, the existing magic system is based on a bit of inheritance, and slowly re-exploited." Sister Melissa interjected.

　　The elves are a race that values ​​history very much.

"At that time, many people became half-hearted in learning magic. They turned their heads and practiced martial arts. Human beings were flexible in their minds, and they gradually began to try to combine martial arts with simple magic - originally called the magic swordsman. "

　　 "Because it is relatively easy to learn and easy to use, and to form combat effectiveness quickly, this set quickly became popular. It also changed its name into vindictiveness, and gradually developed some unique things."

　　 "So you understand, so-called fighting spirit is essentially a deteriorating substitute for magic." Lord Lord shook his head, "No wonder magicians like to look at swordsmen through their nostrils.

　　 This statement is fresh enough, everyone digested silently in their stomachs, and no one said anything for a long time.

　　 "This judgment is too rash." Buckland said hesitantly, "Since we are independent, there will be separate development trajectories. How can we confuse them."

　　 "That's right." Sister Melissa nodded immediately, "For example, if I say that human beings are essentially vassal races under the rule of the Titans, wouldn't it be unfair to the development over the past ten thousand years?"

"The key is that vindictiveness is born purely for destruction, and the theory has not been perfected until today." Richard threw out the real fierce material: "So the Juggernaut is a level that only exists in theory. From ancient times to the present, no one really Reached!"

　　 A pair of widening eyes silently gave a footnote to the shock of the news. In fact, the Lord Lord was equally shocked when he first learned about it~www.readwn.com~ For most people, no matter the sword saint or the magister, they are just as untouchable as the sky star when the sky is shining. . It's hard to realize that there is still far and farther apart between each other.

　　 But thinking about it carefully, it is inevitable that there is a feeling of "unexpected and reasonable".

　　 With a little bit of heart, it's not difficult to find out that several big countries have magisters in charge. This is a tangible clue. But no one has heard of where there is a Juggernaut-after all, it doesn't exist at all.

　　 "How does it feel that few people know about this?" Grandma Melissa seemed to be really puzzled.

　　 "After all, there are so many people who practice fighting spirit now, and spreading such unfavorable news indiscriminately, can people not use swords to cut you?"

　　 "Richard walked out the door, how did he feel that he had become a master of all things." Annie didn't care about grudges or sword masters at all, and cared about the people around her and the things around her.

　　 "Just knowing that there is a fart, there is no way or no way." He sighed.

　　 "It's better to be able to figure it out than not to figure it out." Buckland patted his belly. "There is still room for the ring. Take it out and open your eyes."

　　 "Hey." Richard took out a jewelry box from his pocket and opened it, with a silver ring on the velvet cushion.

　　 In order to accommodate a sufficiently complex alchemy circle, it is wider than an ordinary ring, and the main body is the head of a unicorn.

　　 The long horn is completely different from the base mithril in texture. It is a whole cone-shaped white gemstone, which exudes colorful light under the light.

　　 The famous Sibeth Space Secret Crystal is an indispensable material for making space equipment. Regardless of such a small piece, it is extremely valuable in the literal sense!