210: 75.
Betrayal is our tradition, cold-bloodedness is our virtue【15/60】_3 210: 75.
Betrayal is our tradition, cold-bloodedness is our virtue【15/60】_3 Weak comrades and foolish servants are better off gone!
After all, with the Desire Fragnt already in his hands, all he needed to do now was to eliminate Phemys, and the right of inheritance would be his!
Facing Jed’s insults and provocations, the lady turned a deaf ear and continued to dodge the energy blades being hurled at her from behind while at an even faster speed, she soared towards the depths of this land covered in ashes.
This is not running away!
A brave and ancient bloodline never flees!
The lady, who was being dominated by the arrogant enemy, reassured herself in her mind, this is part of the plan!
Yes!
All of this is part of Murphy’s plan.
“Hmm?”
At this point, down in the ash-filled land, Old Finoc, an old knight crossing through the desolate ruins on a red warhorse, looked up.
He saw two vampires, a minor and an elder, soaring across the sky above the city, playing hide-and-seek with one another.
This made the old knight smirk, looking at the two petrified heads of silver-ranked vampires hanging below the saddle of his horse, he contemplated adding another morable trophy to his collection.
Even though he’s already a Gold Stage master, this is Cardman City!
It is the stronghold of one of the seven major vampire clans, the Blood Vultures.
The vampires hunted here would naturally hold more morial significance than those killed elsewhere.
At this mont, Old Finoc felt like a genius in his two hundred years, he pulled out a black oak seed from his bag, held it in his hand, and swung it straight up into the sky.
“The power of nature answered my call!
The blades of the rapid wind hear my summons!
Avalon, your great power will be fully revealed here!”
He murmured.
The next mont, the Psychic Spell of the oak seed was activated.
Rapidly growing black vines extended along both sides of the old knight’s fist, forming in the blink of an eye a black, lush war bow, its arms intertwined with green branches and multicolored flowers constantly blooming and withering.
Finoc pulled back his right hand, the mont the bow was fully drawn, an arrow entirely ford from Natural Psychic Power appeared at his fingertips.
As one of the top fighters of the old teachings, the White Knight Leader, proficient in archery and horse riding, it was simply a basic skill.
“In the na of my god, fall down”
As Old Finoc invoked the na of his god, an almost invisible mist quickly wrapped around the tip of the green arrow, and after a brief aim, he released his finger.
“Swoosh”
The Psychic Arrow pierced the high sky at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary arrows, taking aim at the lady’s face and forcing Phemys to perform a classic “Falling Leaf Drift” flying technique in order to avoid the deadly projectile.
But the luck was not with Jed, who was closely trailing behind her.
By the ti he felt the needle-like threat, the arrow was already in front of him, forcing Jed to swing his sword forward in an attempt to slash it.
However, at the mont he swung his sword, the old knight on the ground snapped his fingers with a subtle smile on his face.
“Whoosh”
The single green arrow split into seven identical Psychic Arrows in an instant, filling Jed’s vision and then accelerating abruptly to pierce his entire body in a flash.
Just like a ruptured blood packet, crimson splatters flew wildly.
A Vampire close to the Silver Grade didn’t even have ti to react.
This was not an ordinary Psychic Spell
The destructive power!
This was a damned Divine Art!
“Aaaahh!!!”
A painful shriek echoed above the ruins, and under the watch of the stunned lady, Jed, with more than half his wing torn, was descending like a bird with a broken wing amidst a shower of blood into the gloomy ruins below.
“Bang”
His body slamd onto the ground, stirring up a pitiful cloud of ashes.
But Old Feinock wanted his head, so the arrow didn’t carry the real divine power.
Even though it inflicted severe injuries, it was not fatal for an upper-level Vampire.
Although he couldn’t fly, he could still stand, but then he heard footsteps from behind him.
Jed, who was in a humiliating state, turned around abruptly and saw Murphy, who was holding the Blade of Yi of the Desire Tribe and was draped in a cloak, walking elegantly out from the shadows.
His handso face wore the usual elegance and propriety.
However, at this mont, in Jed’s eyes, the smile seed so evil and deranged.
“You!
You actually colluded with the witch-hunter to betray your brethren!”
Jed clutched at the green arrow stuck in his chest and yanked it out.
As the Psychic Energy dissipated, the Clan Leader’s bodyguard yelled:
“Murphy!
You despicable traitor!”
“Yes, I did collude with the witch-hunter, and my plan is to bury all of you fools who recklessly intruded into my ga.
According to vampire customs, yes, I am indeed a traitor.
This isn’t the first ti I’ve done this.
I must admit, as a weapon to eliminate dissenters, witch-hunters are really useful.”
Murphy’s hand gripped the hilt of the blade.
As the Blade of Yi of the Desire Tribe was slowly drawn, he showed Jed an even more gracious and appropriate smile and said,
“What, you’re not convinced?
How about this, I’ll send you to the Mother of the Night, and you can follow procedure and lodge a complaint against , is that okay?”
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