The solemn and gorgeous church hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The bodies of five corpses in the robes of the gods fell on the steps in the middle of the church, and blood rushed out from the huge holes of the bowl on their chests, mixed with the bright red carpet, regardless of each other.

These divine stubborns are the mainstay of the power organization of the Church of Light. The worst one also has the power equivalent to an intermediate magician. However, judging from the fact that there is no trace of fighting around, they are all killed by a blow without any suspense.

In the air, three enchanting figures stood spreading their wings, and the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the empty church.

"Kukuku, what a shabby church of light-"

When she said this, the blond girl who looked only fourteen years old smiled particularly brightly, and her red and almost shiny pupils were almost filled with cruelty and cruelty that had nothing to do with her appearance.

"So, are you the only one in the red-robed old ghost here?"

She laughed loudly with great arrogance, and at the same time she squeezed a heart that was still beating slowly in her hand. The exploding heart did not spray everywhere as imagined, but gathered like a whirlpool, and the blood was connected to the minced meat and fused into a red-colored ball. Then, the girl swallowed the blood ball into her mouth effortlessly, as if she had eaten a candy.

On the log chair in front of the podium, the old man in red robe who was sitting silently watched everything quietly. He waited until the girl's laughter in the air stopped and landed on the ground with the bat wings behind him.

"Yes, I am the only lieutenant bishop in red robe here."

"Kuhahahahahahahahahaha!"

As if he heard some funny joke, the young girl laughed hideously, and her originally sweet face looked extremely distorted at this moment.

"Watching your subordinates die one after another and indifferent, is this your job as a bishop in the red robe?"

"Of course not, it's just that some things are not suitable for me to do."

"ha?"

The girl asked in an exaggerated look: "You mean they should die? Hahahaha!"

The old man in red robe chuckled, but obviously had no intention of explaining.

After a moment, he spoke with a relaxed expression, as if he had figured out something.

"Are you here to kill me? I thought it was just a few wandering vampires, so there was no need to spend some time to solve it, but I didn't expect that they came to me now - well, vampires and death wizards are really a combination made of heaven and earth."

The vampire girl in front of her was stunned for a moment, but her face immediately became even more ferocious.

"What do you know, you idiot! Ha! You are going to die anyway, I have never put it in my eyes!" While the girl was speaking, the two black-robed vampires behind her who were silent from beginning to end moved. They slowly took out bright red spears emitting strange blood, and then spread out to both sides, forming a double-teaming force with the vampire girl.

"Go to meet your Goddess of Light, old guy."

The girl said with a chuckling, which also means the end of the mouth-breaking process.

"Swish--"

Two black-robed vampires flashed into the old man's eyes instantly, leaving behind huge afterimages of bats on the spot. The next moment, two spears made of blood pierced into the latter's body, left and right. The old man in the red robes could not dodge, and his body was penetrated by left and right. After a moment of pause, the two blood-colored spears suddenly expanded violently, exploded in a low roar, turning the entire podium together with his body into pieces.

"Hmph, this is the only one..."

"...it's just the degree." The sudden voice interrupted the girl's vampire's words.

Then, in the explosion hole where Yu Yan had not disappeared, a violent elemental fluctuation shone, and the old man in the red robe quickly reshaped and restored. In the end, he was unscathed and was no different from before being attacked.

"Kukuku... is so interesting! I was a little disappointed at first."

Halfway through the words, the girl vampire laughed so hard that she was full of murderous intent, "But now, you make me feel very happy. As a reward, I decided to end you myself."

"I personally suggest that it is best to say less in the future, because my face hurts when I am counter-killed."

"Hahahahahaha, you can talk nonsense, please!"

The crazy laughter resounded through the entire church again. The vampire girl spread her wings and soared into the air, looking down at the old man in red robe: "As your dying gift, let me tell you for now. This lady is not a despicable thing like a vampire, but a blood clan with pure bloodline!"

The old man in red robe raised his head, and didn't say anything, but just smiled and kindly looked at the girl who called herself a blood clan in the sky. But this plain gaze seemed to arouse the latter's great anger. She whistled in an extremely strange tone, then suddenly spread her arms, and seven gloomy and slender thorns appeared in all directions, and then began to surround them at a synchronous speed.

"Dracula's fangs?"

Seeing this, the old man in red robe finally jumped, with a little surprised expression.

"The treasure that can only be used by the bloodline of the Origin Ancestor is really a young blood clan. I have found the treasure! Well, those death wizards must have thought so too..."

However, the girl did not give the old man with red robe more time to breathe. The red pupils in her eyes stared at the latter, as if they were locking it firmly. When she looked carefully, countless mysterious magic circles were flowing in her pupils.

“up—”

The girl spoke softly, using difficult and obscure ancient words. Her voice had not yet disappeared, and a sharp thorn disappeared quietly, and then appeared in the body of the old man in red robe without any warning, piercing his left eye and right arm.

The second one...

The third one...

Until the seventh sharp thorn was "transferred" into the body of the old man in red robe, he looked like a hedgehog covered with thorns.

“deelb——”

The girl spoke again and recited obscure words.

Without a violent explosion, the body of the old man in the red robe was not as fragmented as before. However, as the girl recited, slowly flowing blood lines appeared at the tips of the seven sharp thorns in his body. They left the old man's body slowly, drew elegant arcs in the air, and then gathered into a spiral ball in a spiral shape. As the blood cells became larger and larger, the old man, who was originally rosy and full, was quickly withering, as if it was not blood, but life.

Until this moment, the old man finally moved.

His eyes suddenly widened, contrary to the girl's pupils, his pupils turned into the purest blackness at this time.

"Dark Word: Destroy."

As he recited gently, the old man struggled to lift his palms that were pierced by two sharp thorns and put them together in difficulty. At the same time, a black and purple luster burst out on the surface of his body, as if he was a devil who had stepped into the world. But even so, any believer in the goddess of light would know that the old man was still using the top magic of the God of Light at this time - the most terrifying dark words in the Spiritual Art.

However, the old man looked at each other with the girl in the air, and saw the other person becoming more and more sarcastic and smile.

The next moment, a black light descended from the sky, covering the girl's body and the pair of huge bat wings. However, when a few seconds passed and the light gradually dissipated, he found that the girl was still floating in the spot without any damage, and the ridicule on her face was undisguised - this forbidden spell-level direct death spell that required a lot of time to chant did not play any role in her.

"Well... Is it true that I am immune? I lost."

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood produced by the counter-spoken spirit technique. The old man in red robe who was already withering became even older. He opened his mouth with difficulty, and then hung his hands weakly.

The girl in the air put away her ridicule. She bullied her body and stretched out her little white hand, pointing to the blood cell that had gathered to the size of a head.

"What a poor weak man."

She murmured to herself.

However, the moment the fingertips contacted the blood cells, a sudden change occurred: the rolling and rotating blood, together with the red-robed corpse on the ground, disappeared without warning. The blood lines erupted from the seven sharp thorns broke, and because of the disappearance of their attached bodies, they fell weakly on the ground, and then gradually faded and finally dissipated...

"Miss, we're leaving here."

Almost at the same time, one of the black-robed vampires who were watching from afar flashed to the blonde girl.

She bowed deeply and made an anxious and dull female voice.

"Get out!"

The furious girl raised her hand and slapped her hand. The black-robed vampire had no idea of ​​resistance. She flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting heavily on the vermilion stone pillar of the church, and then fell to the ground weakly, without moving for a long time.

And just then, a knock on the back door of the church sounded.

"Dong...Dong,Dong!"

A moment of silence, then...

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the door pushing, a figure in a red robe walked out of the door and looked up at the angry girl's blood clan with a smile.

"Your men are right. If I were you, I would have run away now."

The old man who claimed to be the only jurist in red robe here said.

"It's so long-winded!"

The girl finally got really angry. Her face twisted violently, as if she was in a state of madness. She raised her tender right arm high, and a phantom-like flame spear appeared in her hand. Without any words or omens, the spear was thrown out heavily in the girl's rage. The burning transparent and violent flames passed through the air and almost instantly penetrated the body of the old man in red, shattering the flesh and blood on his body.

"The phantom of Gangniel! Well, you have a high status even among the blood clan."

A slightly surprised old voice sounded above the girl's head. She looked up and saw the dazzling red-robed figure standing leisurely on the chandelier in the church sky, evaluating her attack.

The furious girl could no longer laugh, and she felt a strong sense of powerlessness and danger.

Looking around, even those magicians who were so powerful that they destroyed the world had never brought such pressure to her.

But this doesn't mean she can do nothing.

"die!"

The face was distorted to the extreme. The girl who originally looked sweet-looking, looked like a Shura-like evil spirit. The "Phantom of Gangnier" condensed again, and the old man in the red robe on the chandelier was smashed to pieces again, but a few seconds later, he appeared on the bench in the auditorium again.

Condensation...

Crush...

Condensation again...

Crush again...

There was no verbal communication between the two, only the phantom of the spear continued to appear, hit, and then caused destruction. In just a few minutes, the old man in red robe had "dead" more than twenty times, and the solemn church was bombarded by energy fluctuations beyond recognition. As for the blood clan girl herself, her face gradually became paler - this level of attack consumed huge amounts, and even she could not release it infinitely.

"Are you tired?"

This time, the old man in red robe appeared in front of her and spoke with a smile.

As if he had seen a ghost, the girl flew back several steps and kept a sufficient distance from the other party.

A few traces of fatigue and fear flashed through her blood-red pupils, but this emotion quickly turned into a more intense fury. Without her words, two black-robed vampires flashed to the left and right of the old man in red, flashing sharp claws and swept towards the latter - however, the vampire who was knocked away by the girl was obviously seriously injured, and even his movements were half a beat slower at this time.

“yrotsed—luos”
To be continued...