A fall from such a great height is generally guaranteed to result in death. But as if the hermit of fate accidentally stared at him for a moment, the fallen man fell into the alley, onto the garbage dump, and onto the man Jenkins put there.
"Shouldn't this be my murder?"
As expected of a member of the Orthodox Church's combat unit who has undergone rigorous training, the man did not faint even though he was continuously attacked and injured by falls.
He coughed violently on his back, and the painful sound made people suspect that even the lobes of his lungs were about to be coughed out. He tilted his head to the side, but saw that in the last shadow of the alley, an obese man whose face could not be seen was sitting there, with his legs curled up and his arms wrapped around him.
Seeing the man looking this way, the fat man in the corner stretched out his head and looked at him probingly. Facing the blood-red moonlight, that ugly face covered with pimples looked very strange.
"Oops, there's someone else here..."
He endured the severe pain and forcibly concentrated his mind, and wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly to inform his companions, but in the end, only a mass of blood-stained bubbles appeared.
Jenkins just looked at him like this, worried about revealing his identity and did not go to treatment. And his worried expression, in the eyes of another person, seemed to be looking at himself quietly with a kind of back-sickening look.
He lay there struggling and wanted to crawl towards the exit of the alley, even with his last breath, he still had to inform his companion that there was another person here. Jenkins couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and came to the man's side to hold his shoulders, thinking in his heart that he should hurry up for treatment while he didn't turn around, but he was afraid that his life would be completely ruined because of a momentary soft-heartedness.
So, he suddenly stopped the injured man, and then remained silent.
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
The man couldn't speak, and a series of blood bubbles spit out from his mouth again. He stretched out his blood-stained hands and wanted to crawl forward, but he was too weak, even if the strength on his shoulders was not strong, his movements could be easily restrained.
"Why are there still people here at this point in time... Couldn't this be a believer in the New God?"
Without using any ability related to divination, he still miraculously touched the edge of the truth.
Jenkins didn't hesitate for long, as the man soon passed out from his injuries. This is much more convenient, he simply used a small amount of green smoke to flow over his body surface once, so that this person would not die in a short time, so as to ensure his own safety without watching him die in front of.
But Jenkins still exposed his whereabouts. He ignored that the more powerful vampires were more sensitive to blood. At the beginning of the battle, Baderwirt Linksberg could not be sure whether it was the illegal gifter who was accidentally involved in the mystic, or the lackey of the Orthodox Church, but since the person fell, his breath did not weaken. It has also been slightly enhanced, so it can be sure that the enemy is hiding in the alley.
At the moment when all the red moonlight was shining on the garbage alley, Jenkins raised his head as if aware of it. On the building in the distance, he was holding on to the spire with one hand, and the pale-skinned man happened to meet his line of sight.
The man had beautiful blond hair and was wearing a black formal suit, but the neckline showed an inverted V shape, revealing a shirt with intricate lace decorations. He was wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and the skin exposed outside his clothes was as thin and white as paper.
Even after the battle, the clothes are still very neat. Jenkins in the distance can even see that his inner and outer collars are still overlapping. If Miss Stuart sees it, she will definitely praise that this is the best way to match shirts and formal clothes.
"Didn't you say it looks ugly?"
He secretly thought, maintaining that posture and looking at Linksberg, while the other party grinned and stroked his neck lightly, and then turned around to deal with the opponent who attacked again.
"threaten me?"
Jenkins thought in amazement, then reached out and touched his neck, and touched a large amount of blood.
Only at this time did he feel the piercing pain, and when he wanted to speak, he could only make a "snoring" sound.
"Meow~"
Chocolate stuck his head out of his clothes worriedly, the hair on his head and neck were dyed red.
"Hoo~"
While making such a sound, Jenkins pressed his right hand on the huge wound on his neck.
"Ha~ It's really dangerous."
He stood against the wall, looked up again with an ugly face to the person who was waving the bloody whip on the spire in the distance,
"Well, do you think I can't fly?"
Baderwirt Linksberg was facing a very difficult decision at this time. The smooth realization of the red moon volley originally made him think that tonight's plan would be foolproof.
But they never expected that the Orthodox Church in Nolan Diocese would have such strength. He didn't know what was going on with the other two companions, but in this area, even though his body was boosted by the moonlight and absorbed so much blood, he still didn't think he had a great advantage.
In the depths of the white mist in the distance, some stars can already be seen in the sky, which is a sign that someone outside the mythology is cracking it. He is well aware of how terrifying the demigod-level bestowers in this city are, but the blood collected now is far from the minimum limit of the plan, and when to evacuate has become the most difficult decision.
The howling wind was mixed with a huge amount of ice rolling towards the figure on the top of the tower, but Baderwirt Linksberg just waved his hand, and everything in front of him was covered with a red luster, and then quickly decayed.
He lowered his head and looked down, and the figures like ants gathered again to prepare for the next round of attacks. Although he still has the upper hand so far, it won't work if he continues like this. After all, he hasn't touched the threshold of a demigod yet.
"Maybe… "
A strange aroma came from a distance, it was an extremely wonderful smell of blood. The instinct of thirsting for blood made him stop throwing the blood cells in his palm, and looked forward suspiciously while leaning on the spire with his left hand. A fat man riding a unicorn was looking down at him under the higher red moon.
The two quietly looked at each other in the red world. This scene was both weird and funny, so that even Linksberg, who was over 300 years old, couldn't explain whether it was inconceivable that unicorns appeared in the material world. Or is it incredible that an ugly fat man rides a noble unicorn.
Time seemed to be frozen at this second, and what made time pass again was the black figure that appeared next to the fat man's back.