"I... will not leave. Although I know I may not be able to beat you, but... I will not escape here unless you are not going to hurt Brother Brett. You know... 'Blood Wind'... Lord Cardinal, we hope that the best quality of the church people is to keep integrity, otherwise we will be punished by the Lord."

Oliver forced himself to endure the red wind and the innate fear that was imprinted in the depths of soul and power among the lost, forcibly standing in front of Brett, tremblingly stretching out his relatively weak arms, and spreading his chest and asking.

"Oh, Lost...boy, you are still following the rules. It's not bad. Nowadays, it's hard to see an interesting Lost like you in this environment. Although you respect me very much, I still have to consider whether to punish you for your innocence. By the way..."

As he said "Blood Wind", he suddenly opened his eyes that had suddenly become pure black, and accelerated the powerful wind-type magic power that was filled with the surging body that was almost bursting out.

Suddenly, a dark red, nearly pure black wind formed a faint vortex around his body, and he could see clearly the vortex inside.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." Oliver suddenly covered the head of the lost under the red hair with his hands. He was not as strong and brave as Brett. In the face of the pain, he chose to squat down on one knee and roar as flustered as possible, trying to relieve the sudden extreme pain.

"What did you do to him? 'Blood Wind'! If you don't want to admit that you are a despicable loser, then fight me. He has nothing to do with the...fight of the 'crazy body', and it's yours." Brett changed to holding the "White Bear Card" pistol in both hands, ready for the final battle and said sternly.

"I didn't do anything to him, and I didn't bother to do anything to him. I'm not a despicable person, so I didn't attack you when you were the weakest. On the contrary, Brett, a man as fascinating as you, I'm so willing to fight you head-on?" The "Blood Wind" voice became softer and more artificial.

"Then what happened to him, Oliver?" Bret ignored the "Blood Wind"'s replies and asked instead.

"Then you have to ask him what order he is. You are a human, and all the characteristics of the lost person have nothing to do with you. Humans are beasts that transcend wildness, which is my definition. The law between beasts is that once they encounter objects with too much difference in body shape, strength and momentum, they will instinctively stand up their hair, their heartbeats accelerate, and then they will have the idea of ​​running away when their legs are sore. This is like meeting someone who is moved, just like I meet a strong human individual.

In other words, I had already broken through the hope of rank 4 last month and saw the golden brilliance created by the Creator. That day, I knelt on my knees and prayed devoutly to the Lord and the Creator in the desert on the edge of the high ground. The light happened to shine by the clouds around me. This feeling was like being wrapped in a warm body, making people feel happy." "Blood Wind" said intoxicatedly.

"Brother Bret, I do... it's really painful in the rank 5. Logically..." Oliver forced himself to endure the explosion of pain, and his gradually blurred and drowsy mental state, forcibly supporting his body, trying to resist the fear brought by this nature, and said to Bret Coco:

"Sequence 7 is a level shared by humans and losers, rank 6 is a level born by the lostrs, and rank 5 can be reached with a little effort, but the rank rank above the rank 4 and above... is an existence that can only be touched by the enlightenment of abandoning life. Therefore, rank 4 and above are called the upper level, and the following are generally called the lower level. The upper level will suppress bloodlines and nature fields between the lower level and the upper level."

"Yeah, that's right." "Blood Wind" squinted his eyes slightly and nodded:

"You are not stupid. For you, I really don't need to make extra moves. As long as you release your strength slightly, you will bow to me, and then be suppressed by me, worship me, and obey me. In this way, you will naturally not disturb my separate meeting with Brett. But one thing is, I hope you can pay attention. Your name is Oliver, right? Oliver... Little brother, you should still remember some regulations among the three major churches regarding the three types of lost people with grade identities."

"You...what do you want to say!" Oliver roared angrily.

He is very particular about the fact that "Blood Wind" who seems to be only four or five years older than him calls him "brother". Although some of the top-grade purple cardinals do have the power to randomly call middle-grade and low-grade losers, that is limited to regulations, not actual operations.

Moreover, under the current situation, Brett's power alone is not enough to compete with the "Blood Wind". He has also heard that the prey targeted by the seemingly "fragile" cardinal in front of him cannot escape. Even if there are occasional exceptions, "Blood Wind" will not give up the target easily until the target dies.

Therefore, he surging as much as possible with the flame magic power generated by the spirit just now, trying to launch an attack in an unfavorable situation.

However, he soon discovered that under the suppression of power, his magic power was temporarily sealed, just like he had contacted the new "Annihilation" machinery produced by the empire. He only felt the initial sense of flow and completely disappeared.

"What I want to say is," the sound of "Blood Wind" came from the vortex again:

"The Category Level Regulations stipulate that low-grade losers must bow and greet when meeting the top-grade losers, and cannot do any hostile behavior. Those who violate will be punished with imprisonment. Oliver, I think you should be a deacon at most, and may even be at the level of believers. Then I will punish you on behalf of the Pope."

The words "Blood Wind" seem very understatement, but his power will not deceive his true thoughts.

After muttering some spells composed of the Guzhni Empire, the iron chain near the right hand of "Blood Wind" suddenly floated upwards, making a "cuckoo" sound.

Then, "Blood Wind"'s right hand just waved a little softly, and the chain quickly wrapped around Oliver's whole body like a python in the red wind.

With just one blow, before Oliver could react, he was taken into the air by the iron chain and bound to a tall and straight branch with haggard and crooked shape, and a demon-like branch.

"Brett, now you and me are the only two left. That hindered little brother left your and my sight. I wonder if we can have some very necessary conversations?" said "Blood Wind".

He gradually retracted the power surging around his body and the dark red vortex formed, and asked sincerely in a pleading and tender tone.

Brett was instantly disorganized by his behavior. His lips moved. After thinking for a while, he did not give a word.

"You don't know what to say, right? Then I want to talk about humans and the lost. Humans are born one level lower than the lost, and are higher than the unconscious person who has no consciousness. However, with the basic physical strength, strength, agility, resistance to strikes, and comprehension ability of humans, they cannot compete with the lost person in any case, especially the strong guy who is often in a manic state of "crazy body". Even if there is a sacred object or the blessing of the sequential monster."

"Tell the point." Bret urged impatiently. He obviously felt that his mental state was deteriorating slightly. He didn't want to continue to delay in such a complex and fantasy environment.

"What I want to say is that if it were not your 'divine nature' of the Klein family, it would probably be your ignorance." "Blood Wind" analyzed.

"Ignorance? I am ignorant?" Brett smiled mockingly.

"Most humans do not know the powerful power of the lost, so they will be fearless and move forward bravely. Moreover, you are a strong human being, and your confidence in your body should suppress more fear, so you defeated the wolf-headed body of the "crazy body". Have you heard of a well-published saying from a writer named "George England" in the Federal Republic of Putoya?" "Blood Wind" twisted his stiff neck and stood up straight.

"No, I don't pay so much attention to the writers of Putoya."

"I tell you, that sentence is: 'Ignorance is a great power'." "Blood Wind" said.

Then, he stared at Brett's green eyes with anticipation, waiting for his response.

After two or three seconds, Brett slowly answered:

"You are expecting me to say the above two sentences, right? Unfortunately, I can't say them, and I don't think you can say them either. In legend, once someone says these three sentences from "The Ancient Worlds", he will be cursed by a group of gods. Because this will be regarded as the greatest disrespect for the gods."

"Do you know, Brett...brother. You lied to me and said you didn't know, haha." A terrifying laugh came from the throat of "Blood Wind":

"Brother Brett, I quietly followed Wolfksky's 'Site Hunter' here all the way to get the opportunity to meet you alone.

You are really charming. Your body is a type that many ladies envy, even men. And you know how to fight, and your body without magic power even has the power that exceeds the lost. Through your behavior, words and attitude, you can see that you are still a righteous person worth relying on. Moreover, your wisdom is so intoxicating. To be honest, the 'crazy body' does ask me to kill you, and at least it will destroy you. But I can't bear to let go, even now that the three major churches are about to lie, I can't bear to let you go."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you can't bear to leave, then let us go." Bret looked at the cardinal "Blood Wind" in front of him with contempt.

"That won't work. I still want to contact you in battle and experience the strength of your body. I haven't introduced myself yet, right? I want to wait and get some supplements." "Blood Wind" said.

He stretched out his flesh-colored tongue that was much longer than that of a human, and licked the corner of his mouth as if he was enjoying it with the tip.

Then he closed his eyes intoxicatedly, took a deep breath, and felt the unique smell of blood, the breath of the lost, the smell of oil, the fragrance of plants and the sweat of human body as much as possible.

After opening his eyes again, he stretched out his left hand and kept flipping his wrist.

Then, the blood-red chains in front of him were mixed with the sound of metal collisions, quickly exploring inward, emitting dazzling colorful light.

A few seconds later, a Xilu long sword about one meter, which was about half the height of a human, revealed a bright red aura.

Bret looked carefully and carefully. The style of the sword was very ancient, almost a popular product before the Third Age. It was not straight, but had a dot curve, and seemed to be between a sword and a knife. Its functions were also capable of slashing in addition to stabbing.

Near the hilt of the sword is a silver-white existence, carved with a badge of the ancient Western Land family called "Eternal Dawn Glory" shaped like the sun, clouds and flowers intersect each other.

But the sword itself is covered with black patterns and imprinted on the red background. Under the power of the "blood wind", some silver-white "insects" linger around the sword itself like electric current, one by one, tireless.

"I am the cardinal in red in the Dark Night Church, the ninth 'Blood Wind' among the 12 cardinals. I have more than half of the blood clan bloodline and half of the lost person. As you can see, I have the ability to control wind and blood. And I don't plan to rely on the power of magic to fight you now. Brother Brett, the spirit of the knight has long been dead, but I still want to use this "Ash Sword" with two swords that contain the ultimate "sorrow" and "Ash" that only the people of the blood clan can control to fight you."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Blood Wind" roared, suddenly changing its tone and posture, and looking at Brett with a firm gaze similar to [warrior] or knight-like.

At the same time, he turned his eyes that had become purely black due to the power of the magic source, held the "Ash Sword" tightly with both hands, and squatted down slightly with his legs.

Two seconds later, after some fighting skills that belonging to the sword that had not been used in many years quickly evolved in his mind, his legs tightened, and he suddenly jumped up with the power of the ground like a spring, raised his long sword, and stabbed towards Brett's neck with the blood-red sword energy.

Bang!

Brett was not to be outdone. He did not accept the ancient chivalrous spirit. Even if "Blood Wind" wanted to make a fair duel, he didn't want to.

He could feel the life force in his body flowing out slowly and uncontrollably, and he wanted to end this unrestrained battle as much as possible.

Therefore, he chose to pull the trigger less than half a meter away from the long sword of "Blood Wind" and hit the relatively white cheek of "Blood Wind".

Whoosh!

The moment the silver bullet rushed out, "Blood Wind" quickly adjusted his posture in the air, causing the bullet to rub against his cheek, leaving a narrow and long blood-colored scar.

Then, he rotated his body in mid-air, quickly changing the position of the stabbing to Brett's broad chest.

After all, he is a well-trained [warrior]. Although Brett's reaction is not that extreme, he also deflects his body in the highest limit that humans can reach, causing the "Ash Sword" to only brush over the edge of his ribs, leaving a not too deep wound.
Chapter completed!