The Master of the Strange Realm

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyeballs seemed to want to fly out of his eye sockets, and then he swayed a few times and stopped moving.

Jenkins snorted, knowing that he had found the right target. He stood there and looked into the distance. The level 7 vampire was now staying at the edge of the maze.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to escape. He hadn't moved since Jenkins met the man in front of him.

Looking to the east again, the gifters of the Orthodox Church had defeated the remaining two vampire infected people. It seemed that they were exploring the maze now.

"I want to know what you are doing."

He bent down, took two breaths, and carried the middle-aged man who was unconscious but not dead on his shoulders. He walked a few steps forward to the middle of the street, where a lonely porcelain bowl was placed in the middle of the road.

Higgins was blocked by this thing when he ran over just now. Jenkins watched him drip his blood into it before he was allowed to pass.

The biggest difference between this porcelain bowl and an ordinary bowl is that the edge of the porcelain bowl is a whole circle of burnt yellow teeth, and the pink gums look extremely disgusting.

Jenkins didn't know whether it should be classified as a creature or an object, but he didn't want to try the taste of being bitten by this thing.

He placed the dangling arm of the man on his shoulder above the mouth of the bowl, and then cut the flesh with a knife. It disappeared into the air until the porcelain bowl was full.

"This doesn't look difficult."

Jenkins muttered softly.

He carried the unlucky middle-aged man through the maze, treating him and replenishing his blood while bleeding him as a pass. It is true that bleeding will absorb strength, because more and more blood needs to be drained each time, which means that the strength in the blood is constantly declining.

When moving near the blood-sucking species, Jenkins had to drain blood equivalent to twice the man's blood volume in order to pass over the leech group on the ground.

From a distance, the roof of the tallest building nearby was in the shape of a spire, and there was a figure in a black robe holding the spire. He was bathed in the blood-red full moon, and his body seemed to be stained red.

The smell of blood could be faintly smelled in the air, but Jenkins was not sure whether it was emitted by the man he was carrying.

He took advantage of the fact that he was not discovered and hid in the alley beside him. He threw the man on his shoulder into the garbage dump and covered his face with a torn newspaper beside him. He squatted in the corner a few steps forward and observed the surroundings again.

After such a long time, three combat teams also broke through the siege and came nearby. Their target was obviously the man basking in the moonlight on the spire.

After holding his breath for a few seconds, a group of people in uniform windbreakers ran hurriedly past the alley. But they did not notice that there was still a person squatting in the dim alley, and Jenkins did not mean to say hello.

He just took a look and knew that if there was thunder, the person holding the spire would definitely be unlucky. As expected, the sign of the start of the battle was a thunderbolt in the sky.

The battle started soon, but due to the limited vision, Jenkins could only see the interlaced light spots, and sometimes huge explosions and strange sound waves.

Moving in the maze requires a lot of blood, and vampires can draw strength from blood. This is a gain, and he was prepared for this situation, so it was not the Orthodox Church team that finally gained the advantage.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and the blood-red moonlight shone on the silent land. There were no residents in the maze, and the whole area was silent except for the sound of fighting.

The moon seemed to be approaching the ground, and this was not an illusion, because the garbage alley that was originally covered by shadows actually had red moonlight. The moonlight first shone on the half-covered body, and then shone on Jenkins' boots.

"Bad premonition~"

The man thought to himself, and he could feel the pocket watch chain hidden in the clothes vibrating rapidly. He pressed his chest and unfortunately pressed his cat. Chocolate let out a low roar in his clothes.

He thought about the complicated things he had encountered recently, and thought about the first time he encountered a vampire.

"Last time, they killed a whole alley of people to get blood, and this time they launched a large-scale puzzle ritual to draw power. What exactly are they going to do?"

There is no evidence to link the appearance of vampires with the advent of the evil god, and Jenkins can't easily draw a conclusion. But after living for half a year, he now has enough knowledge that these things will definitely be related to him in the end.

While thinking, the fierce battle changed a little. Jenkins clearly saw the light point representing the level 6 gifter soar into the air, entangled with the alien for a while, and then was knocked out, showing a parabolic posture and flying towards him.

Chapter 548 Chapter 539 Flying Man Under the Moon

Falling from such a high altitude will generally result in death. But as if the hermit of fate accidentally looked at him for a moment, the man fell in the alley, fell on the garbage dump, and fell on the man put there by Jenkins.

"This shouldn't be considered as my killing, right?"

As expected of a member of the Orthodox Church combat unit who had undergone rigorous training, the man did not faint even after being attacked and falling continuously.

He coughed violently with his face up, the painful sound made people suspect that even his lungs were coughing out. He tilted his head to the side, and saw a fat man with an unclear face sitting there in the last shadow of the alley, curling up his legs and hugging them with his hands.

Seeing the man looking over here, the fat man in the corner also stretched his head out to look at him inquiringly. Facing the blood-red moonlight, the ugly face covered with pimples looked extremely weird.

"Oh no, there is another person here..."

He endured the severe pain and forced himself to concentrate. He wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly to inform his companions, but in the end, only a group of blood-stained bubbles came out.

Jenkins just looked at him, worried about exposing his identity and did not go to treat him. And his worried expression, in the eyes of another person, seemed to be quietly looking at himself with a creepy look.

He lay there and struggled, trying to crawl to the exit of the alley. Even if he only had his last breath left, he had to inform his companions that there was another person here. Jenkins couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and came to the man's side, holding his shoulders, thinking that he should treat him before he turned around, but he was afraid that his life would be completely ruined because of his momentary weakness.

So, he suddenly stopped the injured man, and then remained silent.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

The man couldn't speak, and a series of blood bubbles came out of his mouth again. He stretched out his blood-stained hand and wanted to crawl forward, but he was too weak. Even if the strength on his shoulder was not strong, it could easily restrict his movements.

"Why is there someone here at this time... Isn't this a believer of the New God?"

Without using any divination-related abilities, he still magically touched the edge of the truth.

Jenkins didn't hesitate there for a long time, because the man soon fainted due to serious injuries. This was much more convenient. He simply used a trace of green smoke to flow through his body surface once, so that the man would not die in a short time, so that he could ensure his own safety and not have to watch him die in front of him.

But Jenkins still exposed his whereabouts. He ignored that the more powerful vampires are, the more sensitive they are to blood. At the beginning of the battle, Baidevelt Linksberg was not sure whether this was an illegal gifter who was accidentally caught in the maze or a lackey of the Orthodox Church, but since the man's breath did not weaken but slightly strengthened after falling, it was certain that the enemy was hiding in the alley.

At the moment when the red moonlight was all over the garbage alley, Jenkins raised his head as if he had sensed something. On the building in the distance, a pale-skinned man holding the spire with one hand happened to meet his line of sight.

The man had beautiful blonde hair and wore a black formal suit, but the collar was inverted V shape, revealing a shirt with complex lace decorations. He wore a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was as thin and white as paper.

Even after the battle, the clothes were still very neat. Jenkins in the distance could even see that his inner and outer collars were still overlapped. If Miss Stuart saw it, she would definitely praise this as the best way to match shirts and formal suits.

"Isn't it said that the face is ugly?"

He thought to himself, keeping that posture and looking at Linksborg, who grinned and gently scratched his neck, then turned around to deal with the opponent who attacked again.

"Threatening me?"

Jenkins thought in surprise, then reached out and touched his neck, and felt large patches of blood.

It was only then that he felt the piercing pain, and he wanted to speak but could only make a "huhuhuhu" sound.

"Meow~"

Chocolate poked his head out of his clothes worriedly, and the hair on his head and neck was dyed red.

"Huhuhu~"

Jenkins made such a sound while pressing his right hand on the huge wound on his neck.

"Ha~It's really dangerous."

He stood against the wall, looking up again with an ugly face at the man waving the blood whip on the spire in the distance,

"Well, do you think I can't fly?"

Baidvelt Linksborg was facing a very difficult choice at this time. The smooth realization of the red moon in the sky originally made him think that tonight's plan would be foolproof.

But he never expected that the Orthodox Church in the Nolan Parish would have such strength. He didn't know how the other two companions were doing, but in this area, even if his body was enhanced by the moonlight and absorbed so much blood, he still didn't think he had a big advantage.

In the depths of the white fog in the distance, some stars could be seen in the sky, which was a sign that someone outside the maze was cracking it. He knew very well how terrible the demigod-level gifters in this city were, but the blood collected now was far less than the minimum limit of the plan, and when to evacuate became the most difficult decision.

The howling wind mixed with a huge amount of icicles rolled towards the figure on the top of the tower, but Baidevelt Linksberg just waved his hand, and everything in front of him was covered with a red luster, and then quickly corrupted.

He lowered his head and looked down, and the ant-like figures gathered again to prepare for the next round of attacks. Although he still had the upper hand so far, it would not work if he continued like this, after all, he had not yet touched the threshold of demigod.

"Maybe..."

There was a strange aroma coming from the distance, it was an extremely wonderful smell of blood. The instinct of thirsting for blood made him stop throwing the blood ball in his palm. He held the top of the tower with his left hand and looked forward in confusion. A fat man riding a unicorn was looking down at him under the red moon higher up.

The two looked at each other quietly in the red world. This scene was so weird and funny that even Linksberg, who was more than 300 years old, couldn't explain. It was incredible that a unicorn appeared in the material world. It's still incredible to see an ugly fat man riding on a noble unicorn.

Time seemed to freeze at this second, and what made time pass again was the black figure that appeared against the fat man's back.

Chapter 549 Chapter 540 Failed Pursuit

Most of the Gifters living in Nolan City have heard of the names of believers of the New God, so they have also heard of some of their obvious characteristics. Linksberg frowned, and then murmured to himself in a tone of disbelief:

"Twin devils?"

The black figure jumped down from the sky and collided with the blood whip waving in the vampire's hand. It continued to fall without being affected at all, and people on the ground were stunned by the huge explosion on the top of the tower.

"Is there anyone else up there?"

Captain Binsi asked quietly, but no one could answer his question.

Squinting at the moon, there seemed to be a small white dot under the moon. Looking closer, it turned out to be a white horse flying high in the sky. It has a pair of wings, and a golden horn shines like gold in the blood-red cold moonlight.

"That's not...oh, sage!"

The battle at the top of the tower continued, and Jenkins himself was actually not as strong as Linksberg. But now he can fly, and vampires cannot fly as described in third-rate novels without transforming into a swarm.

Riding a pure mount, he kept wandering around the top of the tower, while the black figure and the silver light fragments concentrated downward attacks. Jenkins is looking for opportunities. As long as he hits even one, or is close enough to use Profanity, he can immediately grab the mirror and escape everyone's pursuit from the air.

A huge and weird sound came from the mouth of the pale-skinned man, and all the glass windows in the entire block shattered.

Ang~

The unicorn responded with a deep cry, and at the same time, its golden horn emitted a little light to protect its master.

Taking advantage of the enemy in the air to temporarily retreat, Linksberg gasped and put his right hand into his arms. When he took it out again, what appeared in his hand was not the mirror he expected, but a palm-sized hand wrapped in a white bandage. of dolls.

At this time, he had turned into a disheveled appearance, and the constantly exploding black humanoid shapes not only brought soul-painful demonic flames, but also violently destroyed everything around him. The roof was about to collapse, and he had to make some changes.

Looking at the fat man under the blood moon with hatred, he suddenly grabbed the doll's head with his left hand, and then pulled hard.

"Ah~"

Jenkins and Linksberg both screamed. The former's neck was twisted into a strange angle, but was quickly pulled back, while the latter's eyes shed blood and tears.

"Blood moon~"

It threw the puppet down casually, then spread its arms and knelt down towards the moon. Streams of red blood flowed down from the sky, infiltrating and repairing its body.

At least under this moon, it won't die so easily.

"I thought we could talk."

Spoken in a very practiced Nolan accent, acquired from living there for a long time.

"Of course we can talk."

Jenkins lied without any psychological pressure this time because it was a righteous lie. Unicorns danced around the spire, and demonic shadows leaped about.

"You should be the believer of the New God codenamed Twin Demons, right? Maybe we can cooperate. Yes, even if you have never failed, there will never be a lack of competitors for the seat of the savior."

"What is he saying?"

Jenkins frowned, and then realized: "Huh? Vampires came to the material world for the shortcut to becoming a god?"

"Well... of course cooperation is possible. I can agree to your request on behalf of my companions."

Only God knows where those so-called “companions” are.

"But we need sincerity. Hand over all the special items you have now. This is the first step for us to gain mutual trust!"

Jenkins asked casually.

"Huh, sure enough..."

The vampire suddenly laughed mockingly: "I knew that the believers of the New God finally discovered that the way to obtain the [real phantom] is only known by that mirror! Do you think I am a fool? Without this mirror, How do you ensure that our cooperation is reciprocal?”

"Oh, yes, since he is omniscient, it is possible to know how the savior's ability is obtained."

Jenkins nodded, and the twin demon shadows prepared to attack again. He was almost reaching his limit. Using his abilities many times and maintaining the unicorn's appearance had already consumed a lot of spirit. If he couldn't defeat his opponent in a short period of time, he would have no choice but to escape quickly.

"I hope you can think it through!"

"No need to think about it!"

The embarrassed man roared loudly, and as the voice came out, the red moon above his head suddenly flickered for a moment, and then the light like daylight illuminated the entire land.

Jenkins subconsciously covered his eyes, and then noticed a group of bats carrying a mirror flying into the distant night sky.

"Don't go!"

He shouted loudly, and the unicorn chased after him without orders.

A stream of light cut through the sky, as if the whole world was cut open, and the puzzle was finally cracked from the outside. But before the people outside had time to be happy, they saw a group of bats flying quickly in the sky and a man riding a unicorn.

In the sky, the twin demons appeared again close to Jenkins' back, and then suddenly rushed forward and exploded in the group of bats.

Linksborg screamed in the air and reappeared. During the fall, he bit his tongue and spit blood at the mirror. Jenkins could only hear his voice along the wind: