"How dare you!"
With an angry roar, the white light column dissipated completely, and Shinji finally had the chance to see the true appearance of the King of the Dead Apostles.
Anyone who sees Ottenroche for the first time would not think it is a vampire, but an angel.
Yes, an angel. It may be very ridiculous, but this is the first impression that "Prince White Winged" Tepham Ottenroche gives to Shinji.
Golden hair, fair skin. Not the sickly paleness of ordinary Dead Apostles, but as smooth as milk, fair and delicate, which is envied by countless women.
His body proportions are even more perfect than those of the statue of David, his features are flawless, and he looks as perfect as if he were crafted by the god of art, with an aura that transcends the mundane world and is superior to humanity.
The most eye-catching thing is the pair of pure white wings that radiate a holy glow, which are exactly the same as the "angel" in mythology and legends. This is the origin of his name "White Wing Man".
If he walked in the world with such an attitude, he would surely attract many people to worship him.
However, Shinji will not be among these people.
Shinji had nothing but endless complaints about Ottenrose's "angelic" appearance.
"It really fits the saying that people with wings are not necessarily angels, they could also be birdmen. This guy is not only a birdman, but also a vampire birdman. It really doesn't make sense that things will turn into the opposite when they reach the extreme."
"And this guy is a little too handsome. I know that all True Ancestors, regardless of gender, are extremely good-looking, but why are you, the oldest Dead Apostle, so handsome? You are a magus in disguise, not a servant chosen by the True Ancestor."
Well, Shinji would never admit that he was jealous of the guy who was more handsome than him. Although Shinji himself was also a handsome guy, compared with Ottenroche, it was like the difference between a beauty created by Koreans and the highest masterpiece of alchemy, Yustissa, one was in heaven and the other was on earth.
Driven by such emotions (only a little bit actually), Shinji felt that he could not weaken his momentum.
The divine thunder cage gradually faded away as its magic power was exhausted, and the golden magic weapon that collided with it and scattered the white light into spirit particles. The rumbling thunder calmed down, but a harsh sneer sounded.
"How dare I? Why shouldn't I dare? Dead Apostles suck human blood and use humans as bait. Why can't we humans hunt down Dead Apostles? Do you really think that you Dead Apostles are superior to others? It's ridiculous!"
"The age of the gods has long ended, and the age of the elves has also passed. Now it is the world of humans. A group of parasites who rely on humans and hide in dark corners, and I don't know where their sense of superiority comes from."
"Haha, Dead Apostles, I spit at you. King of Dead Apostles, I spit at you again!"
"I hope you can still say that now that you have become my servant."
The "White Winged Lord" laughed in anger and tore the last golden lightning apart. He hadn't had such extreme emotions for a long time, but even so, his handsome and holy appearance was still not affected.
"I'm sorry, but there is only one vampire in this world that I'm willing to drive. Unfortunately, that person is not you."
The left hand hidden in the cloak silently crushed a healing rune, and the internal organs that were injured by the collision of power were intact.
"Mr. White Wing" said nothing more. Compared with showing off his eloquence, he preferred to assist in practical actions.
The slender fingers naturally bent and made a grabbing motion. This was a weapon that most vampires liked to use. Compared to swords, guns, and other weapons, vampires trusted their strong bodies, such as claws and fangs, more.
As the king of the Dead Apostles, the Dead Apostle among the Dead Apostles, Otten Luoche believed that the Dead Apostles did not need to rely on special supernatural powers, and that the power of being a blood-sucking species was enough. He had torn the bodies of countless enemies with his claws, and the terrifying power contained in those hands that no pianist could match was underestimated by anyone, because anyone who dared to underestimate it would die.
The five bent fingers seemed to be pulled randomly in the air, and violent ripples were instantly created in the air. The fingers extended along the path, as if five invisible blades broke through the air, ready to split the human who dared to offend the majesty of the King of the Dead Apostles from top to bottom.
Knowing that he was not as strong as his opponent, Shinji was not stupid enough to fight him head-on. He moved according to his instincts and floated out of the range of the invisible slash like a wisp of smoke.
Five invisible sharp blades fell to the ground, leaving five clear grooves.
The first catch missed.
However, "White Wing King" has more than one hand. As Shinji dodged the first claw, the second claw was immediately swung out.
This time it was a horizontal pull, and the invisible slash directly blocked the horizontal dodging space.
The moment "White Wing Lord" made his second move, Shinji knew he couldn't dodge. The "Snake Hunting Scythe", taller than his height, pierced straight into the ground like a flag. The "Vajra Left Arm", strengthened by the relic, moved forward and formed a solid line of defense together with the Snake Hunting Scythe.
Scathach had taught Shinji that before he could figure out his opponent's strength, he could be as cautious as possible, except for his trump card. Therefore, Shinji took the most complete defensive stance he could.
The five slashes derived from the second grab came as expected. The sound of the invisible blade colliding with the sickle handle was crisper and louder than the clash of real swords. The power carried by the slash was more fierce than that of a tangible sword.
Of course, the swords here were just ordinary swords, not divine weapons like the "Snake Hunting Scythe". The sharpest part of the invisible slash was blocked by the handle of the sickle, and the broken slash cut through Shinji's clothes, but did not break the skin protected by the relic.
The second catch was blocked.
However, the first two grabs were just a greeting for the "White Wing Prince", and the real attack had just begun.
The oldest Dead Apostle spread his pure white wings and flew forward.
In the blink of an eye, he was already above Shinji's head.
Shinji, who had just blocked the invisible slash, drew his sickle and slashed it diagonally, slashing towards Oteng Luoche's chest. The latter was well prepared, with one hand turned outward and the other hand twisted inward, his movements were light and graceful, with an indescribable beauty, a dangerous beauty.
The outward-turned hand hit the connection between the sickle and the handle just right, and the twisted elbow hit out at the same time, deflecting Shinji's right hand that was trying to block. Then the elbow stretched out, suddenly twisting Shinji's arm, and with a swing, Shinji, who looked more like a warrior than a magician, was knocked out.
"Lord White Wing" did not give Shinji a chance to breathe and used the same old trick again. The white clothes and white wings continued to fly forward, taking advantage of the situation and showing no mercy.
In another blink of an eye, a claw hit Shinji's left arm, pushing the latter more than ten meters away.
The blink of an eye is so fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but for the two of them, it is a long time enough to decide the direction of a battle.
The third blink comes.