Destiny Thief

Chapter 175 The Battle with the Undead IV
Victor, the captain of the third brigade of the "Song of Ashes" mercenary group, although his strength is considered very good in the mercenary world of Afron, he is like a child when facing two superhumans. Watching the adults fight, he could only yell twice to show his own existence—on this night, he felt as if his mind had been churned into a mess: first, the strange behavior of the old Hugo in the resident, and then the servant The old man of the Corps appeared in front of the church again in the form of an ascetic of the church. The beautiful female mercenary Monica lost her reserved appearance in front of him and turned into a terrifying beast...

what happened?

Monica, they say, is an undead?But Victor didn't believe it. He even held Monica's little hand. The skin was soft and smooth, with a faint fragrance unique to girls. He really couldn't regard Monica as a moving and talking carrion or Bones, wait!These gods of the church, maybe they made a mistake.

Arms crossed in front of her body, Monica had just rushed up and saw that the ascetic was releasing the [Purge of Sin], she immediately retreated, and the speed of the retreat was even faster. The man's sudden voice made her startled, and then she saw the figure of the man jumping down from the high steps and rushing into the space between her and the ascetic.

"Old Hugo, you can't treat Monica like this!"

At this moment, Monica has fully displayed the first form of being a vampire lord, but Victor ignored this reality. He bent his arms and crossed his sword, and squatted on his lower body. The huge difference in strength blurred his vision , but years of rich experience in mercenary combat allowed him to make an instinctive prediction, and he captured the old Hugo's trajectory.

The sharp wind pressure deformed all the features on his face. He saw that old Hugo's eyes were more serious than ever before, and his gray brows were getting higher and higher.

"Run!"

Victor stopped Old Hugo in a defensive posture, and he shouted at the top of his lungs—Victor didn't look back, and the vampire lord Monica looked at the man's tall back, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a bit , She put away her fleshy wings, turned around and jumped, and disappeared into the vast night in less than a breath.

Old Hugo's figure stopped, he put down the bronze oil lamp in his hand, and sighed leisurely:
"Victor, one day, you will pay a heavy price for your wrong choice."

"But, I would."

There was a hint of stubbornness in Victor's voice. He squatted halfway, his gaze leveled with the stooped old man.

Light rain, turning sick.

The dark clouds in the deep night sky obscured all the brilliance. On this late autumn night, the sporadic raindrops began to turn into crystal clear and fine silver threads. On the other side of the street where the church was located, the sounds of shouts and horseshoes fell one after another.

Glo was not in the light cavalry of the lord's guard. He was alone, slanting his sword, and walked into a secluded alley—the vampire lord Monica heard the noise, she squinted her eyes, The sounds of human breathing fell in her ears, and she quickly judged that there were all ants who hadn't taken office yet.Normally, it would be easy to deal with these annoying little bugs, but now, she knew that she had no extra time to delay, the church was not far from here, maybe the ascetic was still behind.

After thinking for a while, she bypassed the team of light cavalry who were neighing on their backs, jumped off a high roof, and entered a section of laneway—this kind of dark corner in a bustling city always has disgusting Dirty, Monica smelled rancid garbage and pungent urine.

Damn!

If it wasn't for the purpose of collecting fresh flesh and blood, she didn't intend to come to the city of Afron. The information provided by that guy made her get into a big trouble and almost couldn't get out.The cloak on her body had been turned into tattered rags during the battle with the ascetic. Monica was thinking about the adjusted action plan while recalling His Majesty Eddie's confession.

She quickly returned to the appearance of an ordinary human girl. The torn clothes on her body made her a little naked, but she didn't care too much. Her steps were fast, and her clean feet stepped on the uneven and muddy potholes in the roadway , splashing a splash of water mixed with various sundries, perhaps it is not appropriate to call it a splash, the brown-black color looks more like a mass of mud.

"Miss, are you in some trouble? Need help?"

She was distracted by her hurried steps when she suddenly heard the voice of a young man, she looked up towards the voice, the man was standing at the corner of the alleyway, he was wearing a rainproof animal skin cloak, his face was shrouded in shadows, Except for the bearded chin and lips, the other parts are not clearly visible.

cloak?

Monica's red eyes turned suddenly, and she suddenly realized that it was inappropriate for her to be so naked. She looked at the hooded animal skin cloak on the man - after a quick glance, She didn't see any haunted figures nearby, she ran towards the man with a nervous and frightened expression on her face.

"Sir, help me!"

Monica's girlish voice is as gentle as a yellow warbler. Once an ordinary man hears this voice, his heart will almost melt.But Monica didn't realize that the man on the opposite side already knew her true identity. She squeezed out tears and pretended to be pitiful, while secretly watching the man, preparing to kill the bastard——

Yes, this man is indeed an out-and-out bastard.

Monica in the form of a human girl has an exquisite face and a graceful figure with a protruding front and back. She noticed that the man was staring at those white bumps, swallowing secretly, and couldn't help being extremely annoyed.She had just planned to snatch this guy's cloak before, but now, she changed her mind: she decided to kill the bastard.

This man didn't have the slightest power fluctuations on his body.Ten steps, five steps, three steps...

She is approaching!
The white peaks trembled up and down, with a bright red on them—Glo couldn't help rolling his throat. As a young man with normal physiology and vigorous yang, he felt a hotness in his body.In the wide cloak sleeve, the rapier [Justice] hidden against his arm suddenly felt a bone-piercing coldness. He lightly bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain immediately restored his proper calmness.

This is a dead man of Dill.Although it has a glamorous appearance, in essence, it is nothing more than a pink skull.

Glo still remembered his purpose. He came here alone, not for any pity.

(End of this chapter)