One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Five: The life and death battle with the Countess
Yan Wan has always been speechless at this kind of bullshit logic. He always thought that this was just something that happened in the game when doing missions for the sake of the plot.
(Wizard 3, I obviously saved those NPCs, but every time the protagonist asks for help, these sandy things get on his nose and face, and he has to do a few more things for him before telling him the news. I hate it.)
Unexpectedly, this kind of nonsense actually exists in reality?
Or... is this kind of sabi abundant in the Western world? He had never encountered this situation in the several script worlds he had experienced before.
"You damn bastard, exorcist bastard..."
boom!
Yan Wan put down the gun again, watched Jack cover his left hand with two missing fingers, slowly took a sip of wine and said: "Keep scolding, I really want to see how hard your bones are.
Ten fingers, ten toes, more than 200 bones, and flesh and blood organs. I can let you see with your own eyes what your heart looks like. Do you believe it? "
"Stop, stop, you evil..."
boom!
"Continue." Yan Wang waved the muzzle of his gun in front of his eyes.
Jack stared with bloodshot eyes and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Damn it, even if I die, I won't tell you any news."
boom!
"Oh, I said, you ask, I'll tell you everything." Jack screamed, shouting at the top of his lungs. At the same time, his left hand, which was trying to turn himself into flesh, was pulled out from under Yan Wan's feet.
Yan sighed: "The ancients did not deceive me. The law of true fragrance is indeed true. How many viscounts and barons do Catherine have under her...?"
After a while.
He sighed, met the guy's desperate and numb eyes, and smiled: "The last question, if you answer it correctly, I will let you go. How about it?"
"Okay, okay... you say it." Jack shivered hard, his eyes shining with hope.
"What color is Catherine's ***?"
"???" Jack looked confused, his body twitching, and cold sweat seeped out of his pores like a waterfall, soaking the carpet with moisture.
"Okay, I'm done asking. It's a pity that you didn't answer. Go and report to your God." Yan Huan shrugged, and in his horrified eyes, he shot Jack's head to pieces.
He stood up and went to the fireplace, looked inside, and found that it was a wine cellar, but now the floor was full of feces and garbage, and the stench hit his face.
Naturally, Yan Wan had no interest in going in, so he quickly closed the crack, pinched his nose and came to another room.
Exorcists are also human beings. What kind of food, clothing, housing and transportation are free of charge?
People.
It's always about time to eat.
——
The next day. Although the sky is still gloomy, it does not delay the work.
Yan Wan chose to walk, facing the sun, and rushed towards the manor without any cover.
"A vampire has two legs, no tail and a mouth, one shot breaks the legs, it really hurts" He hummed a random tune, and from time to time he raised his gun to kill a vampire.
"Who are you……"
"Are you so blind?" Yan Wang smashed the baron's chest with one punch, crushed his heart and squeezed out the core blood crystal, curled his lips and sneered: "I am an exorcist."
"..." The vampire's eyes widened and he looked behind Yan Wan in disbelief. Don’t all exorcists carry two swords on their backs, a steel sword and a silver sword? Why is this guy different?
"Kill him!" As one person shouted, many blood slaves stared at Yan Wan with crimson eyes and rushed towards Yan Wan.
The gunfire rang out rapidly, exploding into magnificent blood flowers.
Harsh howls resounded around him. The gun in Yan Wan's hand turned slightly red before he finally put it away and grabbed Chi Xiao at his waist.
…
ten minutes?
Maybe not, but Yan Wan came step by step to the manor with the strong and pungent smell of blood, as if crawling out of the sea of blood.
Inside and outside the manor, it's like two worlds.
There is a small round table, two sun loungers, and a huge parasol. The ground was completely covered with flowers, and the strong fragrance made people's eyes hurt.
"It's quite enjoyable."
A flash of surprise flashed across his brows, and he sat on the empty sun lounger next to him with his sword in hand. He frowned and looked at the things on the table, and said to the waiter next to him: "Give me a plate of bacon, not human flesh."
"This..." The waiter looked at the woman.
"Do what the guests ask for."
The woman said casually, turned to look at him, and pointed to the dishes on the table: "Why don't you eat human flesh? It's very delicious. I cooked these myself."
Yan Wan tilted his head and explained with a smile: "Human flesh is very sour. Maybe humans and vampires have different tastes?"
"Sour? Have you ever eaten it?" There was a little surprise in the woman's beautiful eyes.
"Uh-huh." Yan Wan smiled nonchalantly and looked up and down her proud figure: "It's rare that she still has such good skin and figure after being hundreds of years old."
"Haha, racial advantage." The woman smiled and stretched out her white and tender hands towards him: "Catherine."
Yan Wan shook her hand. Although his hand was soft, it was cold, just like holding a balloon filled with ice water, giving people an unreal feeling.
"Do vampires have no body temperature?" he asked curiously.
Catherine shook her head: "No."
The two of them chatted with each other, not at all like two people who were incompatible with each other, but more like friends who had not seen each other for many years, and the conversation was very speculative.
Suddenly, Yan Wan stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth and changed his voice: "Your men can't bear it anymore, right?"
"You are so confident." Catherine stood up, not minding showing off her proud figure in front of Yan Wan.
"To thank you for your hospitality, let me give you a gift in return."
Yan Wan raised his head, but couldn't see Catherine. He could only see the two extremely prominent peaks. He took out a scroll from his arms and tore into pieces the sealing runes on it.
"How come you have the god of the Holy See..."
Catherine completely lost her composure, with a hint of panic in her voice, and quickly backed away.
Her speed is very fast, but the light bursting out from the magic scroll is even faster. In just an instant, it covered an area of more than ten meters in radius.
Before Catherine could finish her words, she turned into a sharp roar, and her beautiful white and tender skin shriveled up in an instant. In just a few seconds, it seemed as if it had experienced hundreds of years of baptism.
kill!
The vampires who rushed towards him didn't even have time to get close before they were submerged by the white light and turned into shriveled corpses.
The Yin evil as thick as ink, shrouded in white light and the sun, struggled for only a moment, and then dissipated unwillingly, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
However, in the dazzling white light, only a trace of yin energy like thick ink blood remained stubbornly, and it quickly evacuated from the area covered by the white light.
die!
Yan Wan drew his sword out of the box and stepped to catch up. Like shooting stars chasing the moon, leaving a bright red afterimage in the mid-air. In the trance, a dragon's roar reached my ears, echoing around and lingering.
Even vampires like the Count, even those who are about to die, are definitely not something vampires like the Viscount can resist after being weakened by the magic scroll.
After a brief collision, Yan Wan frowned and retreated. The sleeves on his arms were smashed into pieces. The right hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.
Strong, very strong.
Although they are both at the earl level, Catherine is much stronger than the previous Krell.
When fighting against Krel, Yan Wan could still keep up with his opponent's speed, but facing Catherine, he was firmly at a disadvantage.