Even when he was threatening, Fatty's voice was low and magnetic. The flaming right hand clasped Higgins' shoulder, and the left hand wrapped with a silver band of light pressed Higgins' head.
Higgins swallowed, he could feel that the man's left hand was more terrifying than his right hand.
"I feel your power... what do you want to know?"
"come over."
Jenkins pulled him from the middle of the street to the side of the street, and asked in a low voice:
"How to crack this mystery lock?"
"Blood, all the traps in this mystery need to be broken with blood. In this way, the adults weaken their opponents and at the same time strengthen their own strength."
He didn't mind betraying his superiors in the slightest, just as he didn't mind killing innocent people in order to survive.
A faint line connects today's events, and Jenkins seems to understand:
"Tonight's lunar eclipse was created by blood-sucking species, and their leaking traces are also deliberate. The ultimate purpose is to activate the magic lock to absorb power?"
Thinking about it this way, there was an explanation for everything that happened tonight.
"Who is 'Sir'?"
he asked again.
"I think you should also know pure blood vampires. My lord is one of them, and its full name is Baderwirt Linksberg."
"Is he holding a mirror?"
"Um?"
Higgins was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the person in front of him came for this thing:
"Yes, I think so, he used to hold that mirror and talk to himself. But I won't tell you what it does now, I think, when everything is said, I'm useless."
This is the peculiar cunning of small businessmen.
"It makes sense."
Jenkins nodded, flicking the silver light into Higgins' head with a flick of his left hand.
The eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly widened, as if the eyeballs were about to fly out of their sockets, and after a few swings, they stopped moving.
Jenkins snorted, knowing he had found the right target. He stood on the spot and looked into the distance, the level 7 vampire was now staying at the very edge of the mythia.
He didn't seem to be in any hurry to get away, and he hadn't moved since Jenkins met the man in front of him.
Looking to the east, the benefactors of the Orthodox Church have defeated the remaining two blood-sucking infected people. It seems that the mythos are being explored now.
"I just want to know what you're doing."
He bent down, took two breaths, and then put the middle-aged man who was permanently unconscious but not dead on his shoulders. Walking a few steps forward to the middle of the street, a lonely porcelain bowl was placed in the middle of the road.
Higgins was blocked by this thing when he ran just now, and Jenkins watched him drip his own blood into it before he was allowed to pass.
The biggest difference between this porcelain bowl and ordinary bowls is that the edge of the porcelain bowl is a circle of scorched teeth, and the pink gums look extremely disgusting.
Jenkins wasn't sure if this should be classified as a creature or an object, but he didn't want to try being bitten by it either.
Put the hanging arm of the man on the shoulder above the mouth of the bowl, and cut the flesh with a knife. It didn't disappear into the air until the porcelain bowl was full.
"It doesn't look too difficult."
Jenkins muttered softly.
In this way, he carried the unlucky middle-aged man through the maze, healed him and bloodletting him as a pass. As Higgins pointed out, it is true that bloodletting will be absorbed by power, because more and more blood needs to be let out each time, which means that the power in the blood is constantly declining.
When moving near the blood-sucking species, Jenkins had to let go of twice the blood volume of the man's whole body in order to pass over the blood-sucking leeches 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 on to the spire. He was bathed under the blood-red full moon, and his body seemed to be dyed red.
There was a vague smell of blood in the air, but Jenkins couldn't guarantee whether it was coming from the man he was carrying.
Taking advantage of his not being discovered, he quickly hid in a side alley. Throw the man on the shoulder into the trash, and cover his face with a torn newspaper beside him. He took a few steps forward and squatted in the corner, observing his 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 moon on the top of the tower.
Holding his breath for a few seconds, a group of people in uniform windbreakers hurried past at the entrance of the alley. But they didn't notice a person squatting in the dark alley, and Jenkins didn't mean to say hello.
He just glanced at it and knew that if there was a thunderstorm, the person holding the spire would be in bad luck. Sure enough, the start of the battle was marked by a thunderbolt in the sky.
The battle started quickly, but limited by his field of vision, Jenkins could only see dots of light intersecting with each other, and huge explosions and strange sound waves appeared from time to time.
Moving through the mythos requires a lot of blood, and vampires can draw strength from blood. One ebbs and another, plus he had long been prepared for this situation, it was not the Orthodox Church's team that finally gained the advantage.
The smell of fresh blood in the air became more and more intense, and the blood-red moonlight shone on the silent earth. There are no residents in Mysuo, and the whole area is silent except for the sound of fighting.
The moon seemed to be approaching the ground, and it was not an illusion, because the garbage alley that was originally covered by shadows actually had a red moonlight. The moonlight fell first on the half-veiled body, then on Jenkins' boots.
"Bad premonition~"
As the man thought in his heart, he could feel the fast vibration of the pocket watch chain hidden in his clothes. He pressed his chest once, and unfortunately pressed his own cat, the chocolate let out a low growl in his clothes.
He thought about the complicated things he had encountered recently, and thought about the situation when he first encountered a vampire.
"Last time, they killed a whole alley to draw blood. This time, they launched a large-scale myth lock ceremony to draw power. What exactly are they going to do?"
At present, there is not the slightest evidence that can link the appearance of vampires with the arrival of the son of the evil god, and it is not easy for Jenkins to draw conclusions. But after half a year of life, he now has a sufficient understanding that these things will definitely be related to himself in the end.
While thinking about it, a slight change occurred in the fierce battle. Jenkins clearly saw the light spot representing the level 6 benefactor soaring into the sky, and after fighting with the alien species for a while, he was knocked out and flew in his direction in a parabolic posture.