Jenkins does not intend to move in any direction now, after all, the suspected vampire gifter is actually level 7, and he is not so arrogant yet; and it is obviously unwise to meet with church forces to risk revealing his identity the behavior of.
At least for now, his plan is to see if the church can successfully capture the vampire and his servants.
Step back step by step, trying to find a better position to wait. But before he retreated to the intersection, his back seemed to hit some kind of soft barrier.
He was startled and shivered. Turning his head in doubt, he saw that not only did the street behind him disappear, but only thick white smoke could be seen.
The smog blocked the intersection of this street as if it were substantial, and even with a monocle, it was impossible to see the scene behind the white mist clearly. This means that the white mist in front of you is not actually fog at all.
"Is this... a Mystic?"
Thinking blankly, then suddenly raised his head and looked up, the yellow aura of the spell filled the entire sky.
Having seen and participated in Miss Miller's Mathematical Mystic, he was pretty sure it was indeed a Mystical. But it is absolutely impossible that it was written by the Orthodox Church. According to Jenkins' knowledge, there is no one in the Nolan Diocese who has mastered this extremely rare ability.
"That level 7 vampire? But how is that possible? It took Miss Miller two years to build her residence into a mystical formation. Now the mystic that I am in covers at least 5 people. block."
Thinking of this, he seemed to feel something and raised his head again, looking at the blood-red moon. His brows couldn't help but wrinkled.
"No way, isn't it a coincidence that the appearance of the lunar eclipse is for the ritual of the Mystic?"
He thought inconceivably, patted Chocolate on the head to make it climb into the coat from the neckline, and then looked at the deserted street full of red lights.
The winter wind was cold, and the lonely street seemed extremely empty. The man looked at everything in front of him with a straight face. He knew very well that even though there was nothing there, the characteristics of the mythos determined that there were traps everywhere.
The reason for opening the mystical lock was not that Mr. Writer exposed his tracks, but that the Orthodox Church team in the southeast had a fight with the creature holding the mirror. For some reason, the latter did not fight them, but quickly moved away after the fight.
Soon, he came to the edge of the Mystic, and the combat team hindered by the Mystical had a fight with the dozen or so servants, only one of them rushed straight towards Jenkins.
As if he knew he was standing here.
Boren Higgins was originally a small shop owner in the south of Nolan City. Like most people living in this city, he likes a peaceful life and longs for a better life.
Everything changed on that crazy afternoon last autumn. Mr. Higgins, who was driving the carriage to transport the goods back to the city, kindly agreed to the request of the hitchhiker, and then discovered the deepest secret of the world.
He knew that he was no longer a human being, and he also knew that the people he had killed would definitely not forgive him. But so what, he just wanted to live, and he knew he was wrong, but he didn't want to die.
"The lord's lock has been opened."
Higgins noticed this sooner than the rest of the team.
Tonight's actions were inherently suspicious, but the experience of the small shopkeeper made him more sensitive. When he found out that the adult chose to leave instead of fighting, he knew something was wrong.
"Are we being used as bait?"
Also because of this keenness, he miraculously escaped the eyes of the church enforcers, and rushed straight to the very edge of the mysteries.
"I will survive."
His life is so simple, just alive.
The white mist representing the boundary of the mysia can already be seen at the intersection in front of it. Although no one can leave before the lord revokes the mysia, at least they can find a safe place to hide.
"The shadow behind this mailbox looks good."
In such an empty street, the mailbox standing quietly at the street corner is particularly conspicuous. Higgins moved there quickly, but instinct reminded him that something was wrong.
He subconsciously stopped, and at that moment, a dagger flew out from behind the mailbox.
The speed is not fast, and losing human identity is not only bad. Higgins quickly grabbed the dagger in his hand and threw it aside. He raised his right hand, and irregular diamond-shaped blood crystals formed from the palm of his hand.
"who?"
He noticed the exposed boots, and at the same time, the fat man with the cat came out from behind the mailbox.
There was a red luster in the blood crystal, and a blood mist spread from the palm of his right hand to cover his sight. But Higgins' eyes can easily see through this layer of blood mist, which is also his most proud ability.
But at the next moment, the black mist also floated from another direction, mixing with the red mist to form an indescribable color.
Higgins froze for a moment, but that was okay. Although both sides' sights were blocked, he could still rely on his sensitivity to blood to judge the opponent's position.
"Not moving, are you looking for me too?"
Thinking in his heart, the blood crystal he was holding quickly deformed and extended, turning into a blood-red spear.
He took a step back with his right leg, and then threw the spear out with a low shout. The extraordinary power formed an energy envelope on the body of the gun, which ensured that the blood of the person who was hit would be sucked from the whole body in the first place.
A ray of dazzling silver light shone from the depths of the red-black mist, and then a piece of silver light flew out on the opposite trajectory of the blood gun.
Higgins took another step back, sensing his weapon. He only heard the whistling wind coming from his left ear, and the dagger that was thrown just now flew up again, cutting off his entire left ear.
Ignoring the screams, he turned around and was about to run away, but the fat man seemed to have seen through his actions, and jumped out at this very moment by a very coincidental.
The strange orange flame was burning in his hand, Higgins turned around and opened his mouth, bit his tongue violently and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood quickly changed from ** to solid in the air, and then it was like It pierced the night sky like an arrow, but was easily dodged by the fat man.
His body has a softness that is different from this kind of figure, and the twisting of the waist when dodging sideways makes one wonder if it has been broken there.
Higgins couldn't help thinking, the fat man's hand was already on his shoulder. The flames seemed to penetrate into the body through the pores, and the pain in the right arm and half of the body was unbearable. But due to the fast regeneration characteristics of vampires, he has not died yet.
"I think you should understand that if I try to kill you, you will never survive."