There was a burst of applause, slow and low but very penetrating, just like the applause of a high-status noble after enjoying an interesting play.
"where is he?"
Steve's hair stood on end. He felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. The other party was spitting out messages and was ready to bite him at any time.
The three of them looked around nervously, but unknowingly, the fog around them became much thicker, making it difficult to see where the sound came from.
"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa..."
The sound of high-fives seemed to be getting closer, and the rhythm became more rapid.
Like drum beats, it is steady and rhythmic, and sounds like a grand drumming performance.
Jones's expression gradually became painful, and his blood surged. He had suffered internal injuries before and couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. Steve clutched his chest and his body was shaking.
Only Ren, who exuded the energy of the stars, seemed not to be affected. On the horizon, a layer of blood covered the sky, sweeping in like a wave.
A vampire wearing a black mask walked steadily and leisurely, looming in the black mist, and gradually approached them.
Strangely, as he got closer, his figure turned into four.
Unable to tell where his real body was, Ren took a deep breath. He had just reached the third level. After learning how to use runes to create the "Star Array", he was not afraid of Gordon, but he was no match for the real fourth level.
If he were at the peak of the third level, he might be able to compete with the sudden appearance of the Vampire Marquis, but not now, but he is not afraid, Kesha is around.
On the east side of the street corner, a hundred meters away, Valkyrie was standing on a roof, with her arms folded, looking down at everything.
The wind blew her shoulder-length hair, and a faintly glowing lightning-shaped rune appeared on her white right arm.
Just when she was about to take action, she seemed to sense something, and a blurry shadow appeared in the night behind her.
"Ahem! Little girl, please show mercy."
A loud, slightly old voice sounded, and strangely, no one heard him except Kesha.
From the horizon, a gust of wind swept across, bringing with it an extremely rich smell of blood. Kesha, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt as if she was blowing the sea breeze on the boundless sea of blood in hell.
The strong wind turned the thick fog into a hazy red light, like a boiling sea of blood, and a whirlpool like the eye of a hurricane appeared in the sea of blood, with a twisted black shadow in the whirlpool.
With eyes filled with fear, Kesha stared coldly at the blurry black figure in the night. A corona of the sun appeared behind her, and golden beams of light spread out, opening up the thick fog, like a shining golden peacock opening its tail!
This existence was even more terrifying than the vampire Marquis that Ren and the others faced. Seeing this in the shadow, he sighed: "Afterlife is terrifying, the potential of human beings is really amazing to me. It's like a reincarnation, and now so many people have emerged.
Stunning young man.”
With a faint golden light in her eyes, Kesha's expression became slightly solemn and her voice was cold: "Which Duke of the Vampire Clan? If you want to fight, just stand up! Don't control a blood puppet."
"Old man Frank, after all, Kuro is a bit conceited and was easily caught out. Dear descendant of the Sun King, this matter should have nothing to do with you. How about letting Kuro go for once."
A slightly older voice said slowly, his body was still further away, and what was in front of Kesha was just a puppet, which was why she didn't take action immediately.
Frowning slightly, Kesha felt a little embarrassed for a moment. The Duke Frank in front of her was very powerful, a genuine peak fourth-level man. He was not comparable to the Marquis Clow who was at the beginning of the fourth level.
She couldn't deal with him quickly, and the other party's purpose was just to hold her back.
Just when she was a little worried about Ren's safety, a hearty and heroic laughter sounded in the night sky.
"Haha, you are still a vampire marquis, can you only bully a few young people?"
Laughter interrupted Marquis Clow's applause. At the corner of the street, a man and a woman walked toward Ren, Steve, and Jones. One of them was Kayla, who was wearing a white women's suit.
The other man is a tall man, about 2 meters tall, with short red hair, a resolute face and a strong body.
He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of trousers. There were obvious undulations on the fabric of the white T-shirt, which were his muscle lines. He was carrying a black double-edged ax on his shoulder, and there were also assassination marks on the head of the tomahawk.
Tip.
"Blood Axe" Jonathan, 72 years old, is the vice president of Bushen University, a Berserker profession, and a fourth-level beginner.
A master-level transcendent can live for about 200 years. There is no doubt that he is in his prime.
Four figures that were difficult to tell from fake in the black fog had stopped. Marquis Clow frowned under his black mask. He was Gordon's uncle. As a Marquis of the Tremell tribe, he was somewhat restrained by the other party.
Once a berserker starts fighting, he is very violent and full of fighting spirit. He is not very fond of illusions and mental control.
To put it bluntly, Magic Thorn was at a bit of a disadvantage when he hit the berserker at close range. He was not as powerful as Marquis Grover, who was killed by Michelle. He was only at the beginning of the fourth level.
Grover is close to the fourth level. He is a brave but rational Marquis of the Bruch tribe. If he hadn't met Michelle, the murderer, he wouldn't have jumped into the street so easily.
"Get out of the way, this matter has nothing to do with Bushen University. That boy killed my nephew and niece, and he must pay with his life!" Marquis Clow's voice was cold. Gordon's death made him a little heartbroken. After all, he was about to be promoted to the fourth level.
The golden curly-haired Kayla's arm shimmered with light. She waved her hand, and a soft white light fell on Jones. Several wounds on his body stopped bleeding, and the pain in his internal organs eased.
Keira is a white wizard who is proficient in various healing and enhancement techniques. She said in a calm voice: "He is a student of Bushen University."
Jonathan was even more glaring, walked up to Ren and the others, and shouted angrily: "Old man, is your head squeezed by the door?!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not only did you trick a student in our school, you actually had the nerve to say it had nothing to do with us!"
Alice is not the only one who has been infected with blood magic. Gordon needs to be promoted, and he needs part of the blood of at least a thousand people, preferably those of young people.
Alice alone couldn't collect it at all, but she happened to be a student in the occult class and received more attention.
After Jonathan finished speaking, he didn't even wait for the other party to reply, nor did he care which of the four figures in front of him was real. He raised the battle ax made of black steel and blood diamond copper in his right hand.
The surging red spiritual energy spread layer by layer like a hurricane, and many traces of red light appeared on the side of the axe.
Jonathan held the ax in one hand, and the cold ax blade was red, emitting a dazzling red light like magma.
Ren stood behind him and could even feel the rolling heat waves!
"Take my ax!!"
A huge roar containing spiritual energy was like a high-explosive bomb suddenly exploding. The shock wave that swept in all directions instantly dispersed the blood mist, leaving nothing behind!
The three phantoms created by Marquis Clow were washed away and torn apart in a flash, leaving only one true body.
The irritable brother, the online hammer man, Jonathan saw this and swung his ax without any politeness. His momentum was so fierce that a whistling sound was heard and the air waves rolled!
A crimson half-moon-shaped axe, fifty meters long, fell from the sky, as if it was going to cut the entire street in half!
An unparalleled sharpness and burning sensation enveloped Marquis Clow, and his eyelids twitched under his mask.
The Vampire Marquis hurriedly made a defensive posture. The blood mist in front of him was twisted strangely, condensing into a thick red mirror.
In the mirror barrier, he seemed to have turned into a ball of bizarre blood light, which kept reflecting in the mirror and instantly divided into hundreds of blood shadows, making it difficult for people to understand his actual location.
"Click! Click!"
The ax light smashed down with the force of thunder, the bloody mirrors were shattered, and each bloody shadow was crushed into a wisp of red mist!
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the ax fell to the ground and exploded, gravel splashed, dust filled the air, and under the heat wave, the black mist and blood energy dissipated, sweeping away the haze.
There was a muffled groan, and a black shadow looked very embarrassed, rushing into the night like an arrow, and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Jonathan did not follow, but stared solemnly at a place more than a hundred meters away on the east side of the street.
There were two terrifying auras there, more powerful than him. One was like a blazing sun, emitting infinite light and heat, and the other was like a sea of blood, deep and surging!
On the east side of the street, Kesha jumped from the roof, her body spinning in the air, her skirt spinning and flying, and the golden light pillars completely materialized.
Hundreds of golden spears pierced into the sea of blood, splashing blood waves. The spears glowed brightly and burned instantly. The golden flames burned away the blood waves!
She galloped forward in mid-air, with a sword made of golden light in Kesha's hand. The corona behind her lit up the entire neighborhood like a small sun.
"Whoa!"
The great sword was thrown directly, and the dazzling golden blade tore open a vortex like the eye of a hurricane, piercing a twisted black shadow.
The black shadow was like a broken porcelain, with dense golden cracks appearing on it, and it was immediately swallowed up by the flames!
Kesha lowered to the ground, walked slowly, and glanced at the black ashes on the ground. There was no joy on her face. It was just a blood puppet.
Frank was very cautious and did not show his true identity at all. After Marquis Clow escaped, he decisively withdrew.