The momentum of the "White Winged Lord" suddenly stopped, and the golden lightning that fell from the sky just happened to pass by him. With the accumulation of thousands of years of experience of this King of the Dead Apostles, even if this weapon of the Buddhist guardian god had a certain restraint on him, he would not be affected much as long as it was not a direct hit.
Avoiding the direct attack of Indra's Thunder, the vampire in white clothes and white wings, who was always untouched by dust, raised his left hand and slapped away the oncoming shield with one palm. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and pressed on the long handle of the sickle to prevent it from getting any further, and then swept a whip kick towards Shinji's chest.
When the Snake Hunting Scythe in Shinji's hand was pushed away effortlessly, "Lord White Wing" knew that this difficult magician was playing tricks on him. However, there was a considerable gap in experience and strength between the two. He really didn't believe that Shinji, who was more defensive than offensive, could set a trap that would cause him huge damage, so he swept out with a whip kick without any hesitation.
Shinji let go of the sickle and raised his elbows to block the powerful whip kick.
In an instant, with Ottenroche as the center, Shinji was driven by this kick to make a complete circle, and then flew out of the circle.
It seemed that "White Wing Prince" had the upper hand, but when his feet landed on the ground, Shinji, who had quietly put on his feather shoes while turning around, came back.
Put your hands together and the Buddha's light will appear in the palms.
The "White-Winged Prince", whose eyesight is countless times better than that of humans, suddenly felt a sting in his eyes from the bright light and dared not look directly at it.
Shinji was ready to strike with both palms, but he was in no hurry to strike. As his body rushed forward, step by step, the dazzling scattered Buddha light gradually converged, like a substance. Although all these changes were complicated, they were just the instantaneous effort of Shinji's advance and retreat.
"White Wing Lord" let his arms hang naturally, and slowly opened his squinting eyes, waiting for the Buddhist secret that Shinji should have in about three steps.
At this point in the battle, this ancient dead disciple who had survived for a thousand years believed that he had seen through most of Shinji's true colors. The majestic golden light and the golden cone-shaped magic weapon were obviously the magic weapons of Buddhism, one of the three major religions. The strong melee strength shown by this person further confirmed the judgment of "White Wing Lord".
As for the sickle blade that inhibits wound recovery and the indestructible shield, they should be the secret gift of the Barthelmero family. This family that has been entangled with him for many years always takes out some strange things from time to time. Looking at the opponent's fighting style of dodging with weapons with bare hands, it is estimated that he just borrowed them temporarily, so he did not integrate them well into his own fighting system.
As expected by "White Wing Lord", Shinji really opened his clasped hands after three steps, with his left palm in front and his right palm behind, doing a series of double strikes. But he was wrong about one thing, Shinji's real trick was not in these hands that contained a thousand pounds of power, but in a foreshadowing that had been laid in advance.
In the dark corner far away from the solemn Buddha's light, a pair of eyes on the shield that fell to the ground opened quietly. The deep pupils elongated into ovals. Although the color was golden, it exuded a weirdness that was incompatible with the Buddha's light.
The highest level of mystical eyes "Cybele" is opened!
Aegis (Shield of Athena) - Gaze of the Medusa!
A grayish-white color quietly climbed up the body of "Prince White Wing" from below. Facing the petrifying magic eyes of the blood-sucking species (not vampires) that originated from the mythological era and are older than the True Ancestors, even the King of the Dead Apostles was not immune.
When the latter wanted to move forward to meet the enemy, he suddenly found that his feet could not move. He looked down and found that the part below his knees had turned into stone. Just as he was stunned, Shinji's palms were already in front of him.
"The White Winged Lord" was also brave. He allowed Shinji's palms, which contained the power to destroy evil, to be imprinted on his chest, and then he hit Shinji's lower abdomen with two backhands. These two punches were heavier than the previous whip kicks, and Shinji was forced to retreat a greater distance.
And this was not the real purpose of "White Wing Lord". The huge force brought by Shinji's palms and the reaction force brought by his fists were all directed to his lower body. If his legs were intact, this force would be directed to the earth by the muscles and bones of his legs, but now his calves have been petrified, so there is only one result - the calves turned into stone were shaken into pieces, along with the part above the knees that had not been affected by the magic eye.
Amidst the flying blood and flesh, the "White-winged Man" flapped his wings and returned to the sky, finally escaping the influence of the Petrifying Demon Eye.
Being corroded by the Buddha's light and having his legs severed, this was not only the most serious injury he had received tonight, but also the heaviest injury he had received in a hundred years. Even with the strong will and endurance of the King of the Dead, he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain.
On the other side, Shinji, whose ribs were broken by two punches, rolled over and got up from the ground, trying to cover his mouth to prevent the blood rushing from his throat from flowing out of his mouth. Vampires are experts in playing with blood, and once they get their blood, they might use it as a bait to cast a curse or track you down.
Shinji would rather suffer more serious injuries than leave any factors that the vampire could exploit.
Suppressing the turmoil in his body, the "Death God" who was completely hidden in his cloak raised his head and looked at the "Angel" in the air. At this time, the "Angel" was no longer pure and holy, and a layer of enchanting blood-colored mist was spreading around his body, which became more and more, and thicker.
A white bird flew over his head and dived into the blood mist without stopping, never to come out again. The lost legs of the "White Winged Man" recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Shinji knew that he had lost the opportunity to continue to expand his victory. This might also be the only chance to use the advantage of information asymmetry to inflict heavy damage on Ottenroche.
Fortunately, the most basic goal has been achieved, and Shinji didn't feel it was a pity. He rubbed his protesting abdomen, and the tattered "God of Death" put away his scattered treasures and continued to move forward with staggering steps.
At the same time, more and more white beasts continued to gather from afar towards the place where the blood was. Their actions were no different from that of the white bird. They all turned into the fog and used their bodies to make up for the damage to the main body.
They were originally servants separated from the body of "White Wing Prince", and they can naturally return to the main body and become nutrients for the main body's recovery.
After devouring more than a dozen familiars, the ancient King of the Dead Apostles finally rebuilt his legs. The evil-destroying power belt that invaded his body was dispelled before his legs recovered.
Taking a deep breath and sucking the remaining blood mist into his mouth, "White Wing Prince" stared at the direction where Shinji left. His iconic vampire eyes became more and more red, as if countless blood was spreading.
"You are amazing for causing me such harm. However, this is not enough. Do you think I can't find you after I retrieve the familiar? In the words of your Buddhism - you can't escape my Five Finger Mountain."
With a flap of white wings, the pure white "angel" flew across the night sky.
There was less than an hour left until sunrise.