Chapter 257: Killing the Vampire Marquis, Yeats: Too lazy to listen!
The strong wind blew over the cliffs of the canyon and rolled up flying sand and rocks.
June looked up at Yeats, who was confronting the dead vulture in the sky, with a serious look on his face.
The development of the situation was exactly as Yeats expected, and the vampires took this opportunity to assassinate him!
Once June, the heir of the Lannister family, dies unexpectedly, everything will develop in the direction that the Blood Spider wants!
The Blood Spider is hiding behind the scenes, so cunning, but this just leaves room for mediation in Yeats' plan.
Firstly, the city is deep and he will not take action personally;
Secondly, in order to ensure that the plan goes smoothly, the assassin must be good at this and his strength must have an absolute advantage.
Therefore, the assassin will most likely be a fifth-ring vampire marquis who is good at the dark night style.
And the figure standing on top of the dead vulture, filled with shadows and ominous aura, completely confirmed Yeats's inference!
Even so, June couldn't be happy at all, because Yeats's plan had reached the most dangerous part.
He, a bard of the fourth ring, wants to fight against the Blood Marquis!
If Yeats can win, it will catch the Blood Spider Lord off guard, because no matter how foresight he is, he will not expect that Yeats's strength will be so amazing, and that he will be defeated by the Blood Marquis sent by him. Reveal your flaws!
However, if Yeats still failed, it means that he was one step behind after all, and June and Yeats were just being smart!
June's breathing was heavy, sweat broke out on his forehead, and veins were exposed on the back of his hand holding the horse's rein.
Her eyes were fixed on the figure who wore an iron mask and looked similar to the Duke of Suffolk. She saw an almost substantial "will to power" surging around him. This will was so strong that it could make the spirit of a mortal... Break down for it, kneel down and surrender!
The strong wind was still blowing, and the dead vulture’s messy black feathers were shaking in the wind. It stared at Yeats with its scarlet eyes and exhaled a putrid and nauseating breath.
This zombie-like vulture carries diseases and plagues. This power derived from 'disease' is more frightening than 'toxin'.
Yeats vaguely speculated as to why he discovered the power of disease from the "corpse" of the fake Duke of Suffolk that day...perhaps, it was inseparably connected with this dead vulture!
The Man in the Iron Mask was fully armed, isolated from the influence of the disease from the dead vultures, and stared at Yeats indifferently with deep eyes.
"You seem to have guessed that I would come?"
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as harsh as metal friction, making people's hair stand on end.
“As early as the banquet at White Oak Manor, I suspected that you had faked your death and deliberately left a loophole. You waited until you were in the coffin before you left, and then made all those who were tracking the Blood Spider exhausted from tracking you. "
Yeats said calmly: "When you divert all your attention, or when you are sacrificed, the real Blood Spider can sit back and relax..."
"But you should know very well that to Mr. Blood Spider, you are just a pawn that can be abandoned at any time. Even if no one can find out your whereabouts, he will take the initiative to throw you away."
In front of the man in the iron mask who was listening quietly, Yeats said slowly:
"So, should I call you a duke? Or a marquis?"
The man in the iron mask was silent for a while, then asked. Said: "So, who do you think I am?"
Yeats smiled.
“It doesn’t matter whether you are the Duke of Suffolk, the Blood Marquis from the Scarlet Society, or you are the Blood Spider Lord.”
"Not important?
"Yes, not important. "
Yeats' eyes were slightly focused, and his aura was solemn.
"Because I will kill you first, and then reveal your true face. ”
His body was burning with the bright moonlight fighting energy, and the soul breath of the peak of the fourth ring was surging in the creative field. June was stunned, and Yeats’s growth rate had to be moving!< br>
However, there is [Will to Power] between the fourth and fifth rings. This aura cannot waver the steely will of the Vampire Marquis at all. It is like a mud cow entering the sea, without making any waves. He just said calmly:
"What a wonderful inference. Even if you conspired with the Lannister to hide the truth from others, even I didn't find the flaw. You can be called brave and resourceful."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in the iron mask.
"It's just...you missed two things."
"Which two things?"
"First of all, I am not a chess piece."
The Iron Masked Man and the Skeleton Vulture suddenly came out, followed by a voice that was as cold as an echo from hell, with murderous intent clearly evident.
"Second, none of you will leave alive!"
A bloody arrow flew out of the sleeves of the Blood Marquis at an unimaginable speed.
The bloody light arose, unparalleledly fierce, nailing Yeats straight in the face!
Phew——
Dark night and blood are extremely compatible. The two magic schools are combined in the hands of this vampire, giving off unimaginable power!
In an instant, another torrential rain of blood droplets spurted out. Each drop of blood was extremely corrosive, and the dead vulture opened its mouth and spat out a miserable green disease ray.
Deadly moves!
Ding ding ding~
The blood arrow hit Medusa's shield, making a clanging sound like gold and steel clashing. Drops of blood followed closely, causing the snake hair on Medusa's head to scream and make a corrosive sound!
Yeats held a sword and shield, and swung out the bright moonlight sword light, smashing the disease rays into pieces, pretending to be surprised and said:
"You said you are not a chess piece? But you are so weak, It can't be the Blood Spider Lord!"
With the vicious words, the Blood Marquis's attack became more fierce, and the sky above the canyon was covered with dark clouds and thunderous sounds, as if even nature was trembling.
He used the assassination method of a dead soldier. He moved forward indomitably, but was unable to bypass the Medusa Shield for a while, so he accelerated the frequency of attacks. Blood rain fell on the battlefield, and the cliffs, woods, and ground were all corroded. !
June watched the battle, terrified.
She discovered that she had done her best just to protect herself, let alone provide support for Yeats!
And the power Yeats showed was actually able to draw with the five-ring vampires!
Even if the assassin is not good at frontal attacks, even if Yeats has epic armor, using the power of four rings to fight against the fifth-ring marquis is already shocking!
Suddenly, a dark purple shadow surged under the feet of the Vampire Marquis.
Combat skill·Shadow Step!
His body disappeared into the shadow, leaving behind an unclear shadow clone.
The shadow clone and the dead eagle with scarlet eyes rushed towards Yeats.
The key is, Yeats also needs to beware of attacks from unknown directions. The situation is critical!
Suddenly.
Yeats lifted the fog that shrouded the Sword of Silver.
Suddenly, the light divinity turned into a bright light and illuminated the entire canyon, even the black clouds in the gloomy sky were pierced by it!
The Vampire Marquis in the shadow was nowhere to be seen, the surprise in his eyes was fleeting and was soon replaced by ruthlessness!
Boom! !
The dead eagle pounced on Yeats like a suicide, but Yeats could barely avoid it. Like a falling meteor, it blasted a huge crater on the cliff of the canyon, razing the forest within a five-mile radius. For level ground!
The aftermath turned into a strong wind, blowing Yeats's clothes, leaving him no time to breathe.
The Vampire Marquis immediately entangled him, and a dagger made of blood appeared in his hand. As fast as lightning, he swiped it towards his throat!
Five-ring combat skill·Blood Thorn Thorn!
A feeling of extreme cold spread from Yeats's spine to his whole body.
He knows this kind of combat skill. As long as the skin is scratched by the dagger, the tip will break inside the human body, and countless blood fragments will burst out, and then pierce out from various parts of the body, like death. Especially miserable!
All the previous moves were just tests. The real fear of the assassin lies in the flash of the sword!
However, Yeats was risking his life!
Bah!
The dagger stabbed Yeats's neck, penetrating the moonlight fighting spirit, and the second layer of scarlet fighting spirit was also penetrated. The tip of the dagger sank an inch into Yeats's neck, and blood spattered.
Blood energy rushed wildly in Yeats's body. Yeats relied on the scarlet fighting energy to forcibly resolve the injuries from the blood thorns. He groaned and coughed out a mouthful of black blood.
At the same moment, Yeats invoked the divinity of the mist and used the 'Blessing and Illusion Technique' to quickly distance himself!
A strange color flashed across the eyes of the Iron Masked Man, and the scarlet fighting spirit brought a slight fluctuation to his state of mind!
Buzz - Yeats's divinely chosen talent [Eye of Thousand Illusions] lit up with purple light. In the precious time gained by the 'Illusion and Immobilization Technique', Yeats raised the shield of Medusa and coldly shouted:
"Aegis!"
Even five-ring heroes will have trouble with Medusa Shield's petrification spell!
The coquettish head inlaid with a gold shield slowly opened its beautiful eyes, and a dazzling white light shot out from the eyes of the snake-haired beauty.
Caught off guard, the Vampire Marquis and Medusa's heads looked at each other and were hit by the petrification spell!
The Vampire Marquis has obviously recognized the origin of the Shield of Medusa. He snorted coldly, raised his knife and cut off the two petrified legs at the knees!
Yeats’s eyes changed slightly.
Bah~
Blood spurted out, and the two severed legs melted into blood and instantly turned into a pool of blood. Even the body of the vampire marquis escaped into the pool of blood.
Five Ring Spell·Scarlet Blood Pool!
The blood pool moved, distanced itself from Yeats, and then the image of the bleeding marquis was re-condensed in the blood. His aura has become a little disordered. Obviously, the spell just cost him a lot!
'With the soul power of the fourth ring, I still cannot exert the full power of the Medusa Shield. If I were the fifth ring, he would have been completely petrified...' Yeats was a little regretful, but he was not discouraged.
Also adjusting his breathing, Yeats looked up at the gloomy sky and said slowly:
"Could it be that you are voluntarily sacrificing yourself for Lord Blood Spider? He has such great charm that you are willing to die?" "
At this point in the war, the Iron Masked Man no longer had the need to hide his identity as a vampire, and said coldly:
"You have brought me many surprises, and in return, I will also tell you, What you want to know”
“Want to hear the details”
"The vampires have been hunted by humans for thousands of years. During these thousands of years, my compatriots have lived in hellish suffering."
Rebel Tiangang? Yeats raised his eyebrows, remained silent, and continued to listen.
“Now, there is an opportunity for me and my compatriots to have a country that belongs to us, an opportunity to live openly and honestly in the sun.”
Pictures by the Marquis of the Blood Race Under the mask, there was a lofty belief on a gloomy and pale unfamiliar face. An incomparable will surged from his body, and he said in a deep voice:
"So, I am not a chess piece to be sacrificed. , but fight for the kingdom of the vampires and the justice of our compatriots!”
Yeats: "..."
Yeats: "I'm too lazy to tell you, you don't deserve to listen!"
The Vampire Marquis suddenly laughed: "Do you know why I'm telling you this? ?”
“Because,” the Vampire Marquis said to himself, “Dead people cannot speak.”
His aura gradually increased, and the will of power of the Five Rings enveloped him in all directions. , as if to force Yeats to surrender!
"唳——"
A very shrill scream sounded from behind Yeats.
Yeats did not dare to look back, but he saw the Blood Marquis slowly raising his right palm, and the divinity from the Blood King began to surge in the realm of creation!
This divinity is so active that even June, who is watching from a distance, can detect it, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
The Blood King!
The demon god of hell whom the vampires serve has a throne made of blood and skulls as his symbol!
Behind the Blood Marquis, a shadow of the Blood Throne appeared vaguely.
He extracted the blood from the dead vulture and gathered it into the shadow behind him, and the shadow gradually became condensed.
Using king-level creatures as sacrifices, a huge blood-red skull appeared in the sky above the Vampire Marquis!
"Yeats, be careful, he has a blessing from the Blood God!!" June lost her voice.
The blood-red head floated in the sky above the Blood Marquis, with blood surging in the eye sockets. An extremely ferocious and terrifying pressure surged out of the head, and the surroundings seemed to be filled with howls from hell!
Blood Blessing·Blood God Skull!
Yeats suddenly sighed.
He sighed, not because of weakness, but because of heartache.
I feel sorry for the precious and incomparable light divinity, which has just been replenished by the lost laurel potion, but it has to be wasted here again!
"Die!" The Vampire Marquis said ferociously.
The Blood God Skull opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards him!
Rumble——
The sight of a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses suddenly appeared in front of Yeats!
Yeats also raised his right palm, and the Silver Sword in his palm was bathed in bright golden light and floated behind him.
"Leave it to you, mistletoe."
Yeats communicated with the mistletoe rooted on the tree of life: "Shoot him!"
In the past, the god of darkness put The Silver Sword was thrown out and killed the God of Light.
This sword is not a serious sword to begin with. Sometimes it can also be used as a javelin or arrow!
The Silver Sword made a cheerful sword cry, and soon the light burst out. The sword light, which was a hundred times brighter than the Flash Technique, tore through the gray sky!
Suddenly.
The Silver Sword drew a sharp straight line.
It penetrated from the bloody mouth of the Blood God's skull and came out from the back of the head.
Bah!
The heart of the Vampire Marquis was penetrated by this sword!
The Silver Sword was so sharp and so fast, not even a trace of blood was stained on it, and the cold light flew back to Yeats' palm.
The Vampire Marquis stood stiffly on the spot. The pale face was full of confusion and dullness.
His eyes reflected the sight of the bleeding god’s skull being torn apart!
Amidst the deafening roar, the light in his eyes quickly retreated and became dim.
There was still disbelief on his face, and the Vampire Marquis used his last bit of strength to murmur hoarsely.
"How... is this possible?"
Boom!
The wind is fierce, the rainstorm is coming, and the sky is filled with thunder.
June looked at the bloody Marquis lying in a pool of blood, and then looked at Yeats, who was standing on the cliff where the rain was about to come, with his clothes swaying.
The mountains and forests are dead silent, except for the muffled thunder.
She opened her mouth blankly, her face full of disbelief.
The strength of the five-ring vampire clan has long exceeded Jun's expectations.
And Yeats’s performance was even more shocking!
He really killed the five-ring vampires and achieved an unimaginable feat!
June took a deep breath, and the falling rain splashed on her cheeks. She raised her eyes to look at Yeats, already completely convinced of him.
"So, what should we do next?"
"Take this vampire with you."
Yeats looked back and looked into the distance.
“Go back to Lundu and see Your Majesty!”
(End of this chapter)