The Original Vampire

Boom!

With a loud bang, the invisible air wave instantly exploded around with the Duke of St. Pros and Lucien as the core.

All the glass windows of the entire building shattered at the same time, and the scattered glass shards were driven by the rolling air waves like a rain of bullets.

The Duke of St. Pros stood in the air, and a huge white horse phantom appeared behind him.

On the back of the white horse, a pair of giant wings more than ten meters long spread out, almost instantly occupying the entire hall.

call!

In the roaring sound of breaking through the air, the pair of giant wings that seemed to be empty and real blocked the light and pressed down on Lucien overwhelmingly.

The domineering aura brought by it caused various objects in the hall to roll around.

In the vibration of the giant wings, the air was squeezed out like a pump, and the entire hall trembled violently.

The grand energy of the Holy Light gradually condensed the city into a complete entity, and slammed into Lucien.

Lucien's face didn't change in the slightest, but the vindictive aura of his body quickly erupted, condensing a large red crystal-shaped shield in front of him.

Compared with the thin shield and the huge giant wings, it seems that it is not a level of power at all.

boom!

In an instant, the giant wings slammed into the crystal shield with a terrifying impact.

With a cracking sound, fine cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the crystal shield, and continued to spread around at a worrying speed.

Just the first wave of confrontation, the two immediately divided the battle.

Although they are both at the sixth rank, the Duke of St. Pros, who is a knight, is obviously stronger than Lucien, who is a warrior.

This is the oppressive power of the deity profession over ordinary professions.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the Duke of St. Prolos would not worry about fighting against Lucien at all. He had absolute confidence that he could defeat a sixth-order warrior, but now, he is not so confident.

Because he still has a dagger stuck in his chest.

Feeling the piercing pain and the unceasing power, the Duke of St. Pros knew that he had to fight quickly, otherwise the injury would only get worse.

So, the Duke of St. Pros looked blankly at Lucien who was still struggling in front of him, suddenly opened his mouth, and a silent roar exploded from his mouth.

In an instant, countless white-gold silk threads rose into the sky from the phantom of Pegasus behind him.

Chi Chi Chi!

All the silk threads circled in a circle and suddenly burned violently in mid-air, turning into a huge golden torch in the blink of an eye.

click!

With a strange light sound, a little white light suddenly lit up in the torch.

I saw a jade-like flawless spiral horn gently protruding from the torch, seemingly slow but swiftly stabbing towards the crystal shield in front of Lucien.

The speed was so fast that Lucien couldn't react at all, and could only watch the jade spiral horn touch the shield as if it were an understatement.

Everything seemed to come to a standstill in an instant.

Maybe in a second, or maybe a century later, time starts to flow again.

Click!

The crystal shield began to slowly turn to ashes.

A cloud of dust rose up.

But the jade-like spiral horn did not disappear, and still stabbed Lucien with a slow but extremely firm gesture.

Although the spiral unicorn had not touched Lucien's body at all, the armor on his body seemed to be unable to withstand this terrifying force. Like a candle that met magma, it quickly softened, dented, and even turned into molten iron and dripped onto the ground. land.

laugh--

The Spiral Unicorn finally touched Lucien and went through it effortlessly!

In the face of this strange power, as if any defense would be ineffective, Lucien's chest was easily poked with a big hole like a thin piece of paper.

Through the big hole, you can even see the broken heart clearly!

The Duke of St. Pros looked at his "masterpiece" and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

But then, his face turned pale, and his majestic aura gradually faded away. The phantom of the Pegasus behind him seemed to meet the snow and ice of the sun and melted into the air little by little.

Obviously, the terrifying blow just now was also a great burden for the Duke of St. Pros.

"Cough cough..."

The Duke of St. Pros coughed out a mouthful of blood and wiped it away. He ignored Lucien in front of him and turned to look at Vincent who was huddled in the corner, with a surprised look on his face:

"You're not dead yet?"

Marquis Vincent gasped in pain, his heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by the Duke of St. Pros, but even so, he still did not die.

The Duke of St. Pros walked slowly towards his son, his eyes full of undisguised killing intent, he said as he walked: "Nizi, do you know? I had already made up my mind to let you inherit my title, hehe, but Are you really that impatient?"

Marquis Vincent looked at his father who was approaching him step by step, but laughed, and the blood on his mouth made this smile look particularly hideous:

"Father...cough...your mind...is so changeable...let me...how dare I wait patiently...who knows when...you will change your mind again..."

The Duke of St. Pros said coldly, "If that's the case, don't wait any longer! Go and repent to the Lord!"

Saying that, he smashed his fist into the head of Marquis Vincent.

But at this moment, the Duke of St. Pros suddenly felt a strong wave of fighting spirit coming from behind him.

Huo Ran turned around and saw Lucien, who should have died, rushed over again.

The spear in his hand was like a flooded dragon, leaving a silver-white afterimage in the air, stabbing towards the Duke of St. Pros.

Unprepared, the Duke of St. Pros could only slightly avoid the key point and let the spear penetrate his right chest.

"what--"

There was a shrill scream in his mouth, but the Duke of St. Pros still stretched his hand forward, clasping Lucien's throat tightly.

Kaka!

Amidst the sour bone cracking sound, the Duke of Saint-Pros crushed Lucien's throat bone.

But Lucien seemed to be unaware of this, and didn't even make any defensive moves. Instead, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the dagger that was inserted by the Marquis Vincent on the chest of the Duke of St. Pros.

Then, give it a stir!

The Duke of St. Pros let out a desperate roar, tightened his hands again, and tried his best to strangle Lucien, but unfortunately, the power in his body was swiftly draining like the sea at low tide.

His vision became more and more blurred, and his consciousness became less and less clear.

Before the darkness completely engulfed it, the Duke of St. Pros murmured in despair and doubt:

"You...why...don't die..."

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