In the dust of the explosion, the vines carried the Silver-eyed Man backwards until he crashed heavily into the huge trunk of the Corpse Tree, then sat there motionless, quietly watching the dust subside.
The huge tree canopy above was shaking uneasily, and the loud noise from the explosion kept echoing here. The mercury figure walked out of the smoke and dust, as if it was completely unaffected by the steam bomb explosion.
From the glowing silver mist summoned by the magic, the sounds of bells and whistles were heard. Brilliant moonlight flew out from the silver mist, and the mercury figure raised its arm—
when!
With a teeth-grinding sound, the right arm of the mercury figure was split in half, but as the silver moon disappeared, it quickly recovered.
It stood there with its mouth open. As the sound of wind appeared, the silver mist summoned by the illusion was quickly sucked into its mouth.
Seeing that the illusion was about to fail, Xia De waved his hand and another silver light flashed, then he took a step back and lit the candle in his hand again. But the mercury figure seemed to be able to see Xia De and rushed straight towards him.
It didn't seem to have any magical ability. It actually raised its right arm high, and the mercury squirmed and deformed, turning into a long sword that slashed towards Shade.
Without thinking, Xia De's fingertips turned into a sharp blade. He raised his hand to block the broken mercury sword, which flew out in a spiral. Xia De looked at his hand in surprise. He didn't expect that this magic that had not yet taken shape could have such power.
Under the control of the Silver-Eyed Man, the mercury in the body of the mercury figure circulated, and the right arm slowly regenerated. Xia De immediately swung his right hand and stabbed his head:
"Blade of Chaos Time!"
Mercury's glowing left arm blocked Shade's attack, but was also cut off by the sharp moonlight.
Then Shade raised his hand again and stabbed forward, the short moonlight blade at his fingertips piercing the mercury figure's chest, but was blocked again by his slowly regenerating right arm.
But this was also within Xia De's expectations, because the moonlight short blade suddenly appeared in the air and pierced the head of the mercury figure. The silver-eyed man sitting under the tree trunk suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the mercury figure in front of Xia De turned into mercury and fell all over the ground.
"Is that the magic of time?"
The panting Silver Eyed Man asked loudly under the blue light of the vines, but did not get a reply from Shade. Shade panted and looked at him. The Silver Eyed Man's current strength seemed to be less than the third ring.
"Save me. If you save me, I will reward you. Whatever you want, I can give it to you! God's gift box, and other things. Save me, and you won't suffer any loss."
Xia De didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he saw the other party begging for mercy, he immediately realized that he was really dying. He took out his revolver and fired a few shots. Then, regardless of whether he missed or the bullets were useless, Xia De asked the man under the tree while recovering:
"I don't mean to humiliate you. I just want to say that I originally thought that a high-level warlock's life was full of ups and downs. After going through so many stories, you must be determined and have the determination and courage to face death, and even want to fight to the death. But your performance now is so disappointing."
"The courage to face death? No, young man, you don't understand. Death is the most terrifying thing in the world. If you reach my point, you will be the same as me."
Xia De looked at the man with silver pupils, and the man with silver pupils also looked at him with eager eyes:
"Save me and I'll reward you."
Xia De narrowed his eyes:
"Death is the most terrifying thing? No, there are always some things that are greater than life."
The stranger has seen the selfless dedication of the people in his hometown, and he has also seen the determination of the church's ring warlocks in this world.
"No, death is the most terrible thing. In order to live, I can sacrifice everything! I am determined to give everything."
The silver-eyed man spoke in a weak voice, without the force he had just shown when he wanted to kill Shade. But the tree seemed to understand what he meant, and the vines behind it moved even faster. The silver-eyed man screamed and shrank under the tree, not moving anymore.
These words made Xia De realize that the other party was completely different from him. His cowardice and pleading at this moment were just to save his life. This was probably the kind of bad guy in the traditional sense, who would use his power unscrupulously when in power and would do anything to survive when out of power.
Miss Bei Yasi and the Silver Eyed Man had a grudge against each other since they met by chance when she was on a mission, but then they kept searching for each other. The hatred lasted for many years and finally came to an end today. She chose this guy as her "fated enemy". If she allowed him to escape, it would definitely cause big trouble in the future.
But the Silver Eyed One will definitely die today. Recently, Shade likes to use "story" to look at a person's life. As a high-level warlock who was not from the church or the academy, the Silver Eyed One's magnificent life ended with him being killed in a ritual by the Chosen One. Such a life story couldn't be more perfect.
The man with silver eyes curled up under the tree wanted to speak, but the sound of the stone door being pushed made both of them look towards the door at the same time.
The silver-eyed man stopped talking, and the vines around him dimmed, hiding him in the darkness under the tree trunk. Shade looked at the candle in his hand, and the candle lit up, and his figure disappeared in the room.
Afterwards, Miss Annat and a strange man in black formal wear and a feminine temperament broke open the stone door and rushed in, followed closely by Miss Beatrice, who was pale and had blood on the corners of her mouth.
Miss Annat held the golden dagger that almost stabbed Shad at the Sunday party, while the man held a bloody long sword.
The two men hacked at each other, the ping-pong sounds were like hammering iron, but neither could really hit the other. The short knife and the bloody long sword collided in the air, and the two weapons left afterimages in the dimness.
Xia De, who was hiding aside, looked at the purple-eyed fortune teller fighting with the enemy in surprise. It was the first time he knew that she was so proficient in close combat with cold weapons.
In the end, the man holding the blood-red sword took a step back first. Miss Annat did not pursue him, but also took a step back and was supported by Miss Beatrice.
Both ladies appeared to be injured, and the three of them were facing each other.
The faint blue light illuminated them, and Shade saw that the man was holding a long candle in his hand, which should be the maze candle.
The man was not surprised by the giant tree, but Miss Annat and Miss Beas looked at everything in the huge room in amazement.
"You don't have to fight me. This tree has gone out of control. Do you see the Silver Eyed One over there? We need the flesh and blood of the Ringwitch to make this tree quiet again. Since you have two people and I have already sacrificed one, why don't you send another person..."
The tone of the man holding the blood-red sword was unusually elegant and calm. In such a dangerous environment, this calmness was really annoying. The sword in his right hand emitted a blood-red fluorescence. But this should be some kind of magic, not a relic, because Shade did not feel the whispering element.
"Damn vampires."
Miss Annat cursed in a very unladylike manner.
"Oh, ma'am, that's being racist."
The man in a neat black suit shook his head and said, gesturing with his sword, he took two steps on the spot, his leather shoes making clacking sounds on the ground:
"I am a five-ringed person, and the two of you combined only have five rings. I admit that the sunlight spear did hurt me, but that doesn't mean you can defeat me. I don't want to kill you, but because the tree still needs sacrifices."
"You are injured, so you can't suppress me. Do you think I can't see it? Although you are a fifth-ring warlock, how many rings of power can you still exert now?"
Miss Beas, who was supporting Miss Anat, also sneered that even though she was injured, the young girl was still so strong:
"I can feel the whispering element in you from two rooms away."
“Can you tell from this?”
The man asked in surprise, and then asked in that very elegant and magnetic voice:
"Are you a ring sorcerer from the Church of the Sun? Oh, lady, do you know the Blood Spirit School? With your talent, why not join us? The evolution of blood will help us transcend our mortal bodies. Only we can survive the inevitable doomsday. The school has mastered the secrets of God. We know about ancient things and the truth about the fall of the old gods. We have even discovered the wealth left by the old gods. Join us and sacrifice your companions. I can promise that you will be allowed to enter the 'creation delivery room' and gain more powerful power."
"No need to use your vampire's disgusting gifts to charm us."
Miss Beas said, frowning.
Shade was even more surprised. The other party seemed to be a real "vampire". "Vampire" was not just a rhetorical device. If this was true, then this was the first alien race Shade had seen in this world. He knew that in the past history of this world, there were many humanoid intelligent creatures, but they were rare in this era.
"Tsk tsk, another racial discrimination. I actually prefer the name 'blood-sucking species'. You don't understand the Blood Spirit School, and you don't know what kind of power we possess."
"45."
Miss Anat suddenly said while panting heavily.
"What?"
The man asked doubtfully.
"46."
Miss Beatrice followed closely in counting.
"What are you calculating? Or are you trying to scare me?"
He looked around vigilantly, but there was nothing here except the giant tree. He stared at the languid silver-eyed man under the tree, thinking that he was going to do something, but at this time, Miss Annat also counted to the last number, which represented the invisibility limit of the Bodore candle:
"47."
The dreamy light appeared in front of the feminine man's face almost sticking to it. Xia De's figure appeared, and the arc-shaped light blade in his hand hit the enemy's face as he appeared.
The bright light was reflected in the man's yellow vertical pupils. Even though he felt pain, he was still attracted by the color of the silver moon for a moment. The silver moon seemed to be deeply imprinted in his pupils, and his pupils changed slightly. His racial talent made him feel an unusual power in the moonlight.