Under the night, the parallel bright red marks are the afterimages of the vampire's fingertips. The glazed light spots that spread radially are the pieces of the cherubim's armor that are constantly being shattered and becoming more and more fragmented!
Apart from that, nothing could be seen. Between the afterimages, the two people seemed to be rolled into a ball, unable to be broken down.
Just on the black land, the frequent splashing and throwing of bright red blood reminded the progress of the battle.
This blood belongs to vampire Zach.
A halo of halo with blurry brilliance suddenly erupted from the cherubim, and the thick fingers of his right palm that kept moving in the air injected countless light points into the halo that hit the vampire!
On Zach's arm, the sleeves had long been torn, and the pale skin was covered with blood and lacerations. Look at the wounds that are constantly being produced and healed, they are all scratched by the vampires themselves!
Zach's curled palms gathered and hugged his shoulders at the moment when he felt dizzy! The sharp fingertips are directly embedded into the muscles of the shoulders! Under the grinning lips, next to the sharp teeth, the corners of the vampire's mouth were raised because of the smile!
The cherubim have already begun to try to push away the entangled vampires, trying to distance themselves! But, it's too late.
The fingers embedded in the flesh suddenly arched! The vampire seems to be creating bigger wounds and drawing more blood!
Amidst the chilling sound of muscle tearing, five streaks of bright red blood on each side of Zack's left and right sides were pulled out by the arms that were opened forward! The thick, crimson blood beads hit the oncoming glass halo under the inertia of the swing!
Like water droplets touching a red-hot iron, a harsh squeal sounded! But. At this time, it was not the blood of the vampire that disappeared, but the aura that was smudged by the blurred light. It's as if the colorful snow has been invaded by scalding bright red water!
The colorful streamer was drawn into the invading blood beads as if being attracted! It was supposed to be the Qi faint that pushed Zach back. It was already in pieces when the vampire hit it, and had no effect at all!
After the halo of broken and dissolving energy, there was no trace of protection on the cherubim's body. The dirty, wrinkled, yellow skin stuck to the wide frame. The calloused fingers are still moving, trying to...
Crack!
Zach’s joined fingers penetrated the cherubim’s right palm standing in front of him! It penetrates from the palm of the hand and comes out from the back of the hand!
"This hand!" Zach's face was in front of the cherubim, "It's too much in the way!"
The cherubim's palm, which had been penetrated by Zach, began to become transparent at this time! The bright red domineering color that seems to belong to vampire blood absorbs the color of cherubim! The colorful stream of light suddenly lit up on the entire arm! As if uncontrollably, it rushed toward the wound in the palm of the hand that was contaminated with vampire blood!
His intact palm pressed against Zach's chest. Zach did not resist, chuckled, and allowed the cherubim to push him away!
Only then did the chaotic battle scene become clear!
Compared to the violence in the first contact, this time Zach was only pushed back slowly two steps, stretched his aching body, tilted his head, and looked at the tattered sleeves with regret.
The cherubim on the opposite side pushed Zak away. Touch the ground with one knee. His entire right arm was like a prosthetic limb made of glass, hanging stiffly on his side! In the transparent arm, after the initial burst of brilliance was swallowed up by the wound in the palm, there are now only sparse light spots. Dragging the winding stream of light, struggling to be pulled by the vampire blood remaining in the wound on the palm!
And the trend is spreading to the shoulders where the arms join the torso. The colorful stream of light is being pulled away from the body by invisible forces. Being pulled into his arm, he turned his elbow 'reluctantly'. Swallowed by bright red blood!
Zach's eyes scanned the empty cemetery, seeing his blood scattered everywhere, and he shook his head helplessly. Finally he found a tilted metal wine bottle half-covered in the soil. He was in a good mood and temporarily ignored the target of the fight and walked towards the wine bottle.
The vampire bent down to pick up the wine bottle and shook it. The heavy feeling satisfied him. He unscrewed the bottle and drank heavily.
In the quiet cemetery, the sound of vampires swallowing was particularly clear. Soon, this voice had a companionship.
Click!
The crisp cracking sound attracted Zach's attention. The vampire licked the blood from the corner of his mouth without any waste and looked at the cherubim with a smile.
Black cracks were all over the cherubim's right arm, which was as transparent as glass. The cherubim was half-kneeling on the ground, his skinny left hand holding his right hand, which was useless and completely burdensome.
Click! Bang!
Transparent fragments exploded around the cherubim! He gave up his right hand.
Zach smiled and regretted that the other party did not give him more time to find supplements, "Okay, second round."
The pale skin and the newly healed wound were once again embedded by the sharp fingertips! The vampire's body once again turned into a blurry afterimage under the moonlight, rushing towards the cherubim who barely stood up...
The fire, different from the fire we know, is described by Crowley as the judgment fire of hellfire, the soul-tormenting fire that breaks out in the cemetery.
Of course, the cherubim had no choice, right? His shield had been shattered and disappeared under the successive bombardments of Crowley's angelic, demonic forms and Zack. His magical right hand that can turn the invisible into the tangible has been abandoned by himself. This ancient creature has no tricks left.
Zach frowned at the dull pain coming from the depths of his rotten soul. This flame didn't make Zach unbearable, but it made people unconsciously irritated!
The vampire didn't want the scene to become so 'tragic', but this little annoyance made Zach focus on his left hand that could release flames!
It's like an upgraded repeat of the previous scene.
The vampire did not let the cherubim push away his hand that penetrated the opponent's left arm, but stepped back.
The cherubim, who was kneeling on his knees, lowered his head. After the sudden burst of colored light, his left arm was sucked into the wound contaminated by vampire blood. Countless streams of light rushed into it. It was as if the left arm made of glass hung stiffly by his side. If his body hadn't been stained by mud and there were black mud crisscrossing the transparent left arm, this transparent limb wouldn't have any sense of reality.
The vampire's eyes drifted away again, looking for his bottle in the dark night.
A rustling sound of friction appeared in the temporarily quiet cemetery. Sen Bai's huge skeleton was placed on a beautiful body with horrific scars all over it, and was slowly pulled up. Crowley's long golden hair, stained by dirt, slid across the earth and rose up.
The red texture began to extend from the fallen angel's back, slowly covering her bone wings. The textured skin is re-covered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the trembling down and new feathers gradually hide the pale skeleton.
There was no expression on Crowley's face. She coldly picked up a wine bottle next to her and threw it at the vampire. However, her eyes looked at Seth, who had been standing far away.
Zach caught the bottle, unscrewed it, and refilled it. He smiled and looked at Cherub who was slowly standing up, "Now? He still has strength. I think we can still have a third round."
At the joint of the cherubim's shoulders, the transparent left arm that was constantly flowing was sucking. This cherubim no longer has his right hand to control, destroying the left arm that is constantly eating away at his strength.
As Crowley stood up, the wings behind her shoulders seemed to be a little uncomfortable and were trembling slightly. She turned to look at the cherubim who was standing up and said, "You lose."
The cherubim did not speak, but just lowered his head. His eyes were not on anyone, but focused on the land in front of him without emotion. This is not acquiescence, nor is it resistance.
Zach raised his eyebrows and stopped inviting fights.
Crowley walked towards Seth and stretched out her hand stained by dirt, "Weapon, Witcher."
Seth frowned, he didn't know what to feel now. There is only one purpose in this battle, to make the cherubim disappear, because the cherubim are a threat to all demons walking the world, and there is no choice. However, under the conscious or unconscious reminder of vampire Zach, Seth realized that the battle here was just a reappearance of history, a continuation and rewriting of religious history created by ancient beliefs.
The dagger engraved with complex patterns was handed to Crowley. Crowley's eyebrows wrinkled when she touched this soul-destroying weapon, and a trace of disgust appeared on her face. The emotion was fleeting, and she turned toward the motionless cherubim.
"You." Cherub raised his face slightly. His face was already pale and his eyes were still cloudy. "Are you here to give me the final blow? Prisoner."
"No, former comrade-in-arms." Crowley stared at the dagger in her hand, "I am here to deliver the final blow to the enemies who are at odds with each other because of their different beliefs."
The cherub closed his eyes and seemed to agree with this statement.
When the silver dagger touched the cherub's throat, the cherub's lips opened and closed as if he said something.
Zack squinted and frowned, his vision illuminated by bright red flashes.
The edge of black-gray ash was surrounded by bright red burn marks, wrapping around Crowley's body. The huge black wings trembled slightly, and the air flow stirred up swept away the traces of the cherubim's existence.
The moment of silence disappeared when the moonlight once again occupied the space. Crowley turned around, and the silver stream of light was thrown from her hand and streaked towards Seth in the distance.
Crowley didn't want to hold this 'butcher's knife' anymore.
"Send Mike back." Crowley said to Zach as her spread wings pressed down on the ground.
it's over.
Zach looked at Crowley who disappeared under the moonlight in a moment and shook his head. He turned to look at Seth who was holding a dagger and seemed to be dazed, with a smile on his face, "Why are you still standing? Your day's vacation is over. Now, I can return you intact." General'."
Zach is really flawless.
The truck started up again and entered the North District directly along the same route. It dropped off Mike, who was carrying a pile of books and countless pastries, at Mary's Church, and dropped Seth off as he entered the Southeast. Zach couldn't wait to step on the accelerator and drive towards the South District. He needed to get back to Grand House quickly.
In this world where everyone belongs, vampires hold tightly to their own belonging. 'Alone', this is the true hell of a vampire. (..)