In the thick fog.

Lambert saw her.

A thick dark long hair was covered with cloak on his back, his pale and delicate facial features were as quiet as water, and his dark eyes were like stars in the night sky.

She didn't hide in her inch, and the mist turned into a gauze and half-covered her slender body, emitting a fatal temptation that was faintly visible. It would not be an exaggeration to use any praise to praise this beauty.

But she hangs on the tips of her ten fingers on her waist, and a black nail like a steel cone appeared in horror, which could easily cut open the fragile flesh of human beings.

It also shows her true identity, vampire woman, or vampire banshee.

This group is good at transforming human beauty, bewitching young men, sucking blood from their bodies to fill their stomachs, and mastering dangerous abilities such as roaring, summoning bats, invisibility and teleportation.

But compared to close relatives, vampire who likes to remove prey from their prey, they maintain a considerable degree of rationality, and their killings are more elegant and gentle.

Usually, instead of killing innocent people, you choose a "love" to continue to suck, so that he can enjoy the tenderness before he dies. Of course, if the lover is strong enough, this "love" will last for a long time.

Lambert doesn't like to make trouble for this "monster" with a full level of danger, unless it's for self-protection.

He took a deep breath and bet his spirit into the Moon Dust bomb in the alchemy pocket on his chest, approaching her gently and vigorously, standing five meters away.

The young woman in the fog looked straight, her pale face was full of desire, her pink tongue licked her lips, and her natural charm was almost uncontrollable.

"Ms., this is a complete misunderstanding. I had no intention of breaking into your territory and disturbing you on vacation. If you offend me, let me say sorry. In addition, you should have heard that the blood of the witch hunter contains many deadly potion ingredients and is not 'delicious'. Take a sip and you will live for at least ten years."

The witch hunter bowed slightly to her, saying half-true and half-false words seriously.

The woman stood there, motionless, without comment.

"Be honest and honest. As long as you lift the fog, I will take away the noisy guys immediately and promise that I will never return to this palace to disturb you. I swear with the honor of the Wolf Sect."

Lambert showed the wolf head badge,

The woman still kept silent.

"Ms., let's separate friendlyly while it has not yet been irreparable bitter fruit! Those soldiers are just poor people who obey orders. The blood in their bodies is just a mess on the streets, and it is not worth killing you."

The woman nodded, but looked at the side with her head tilted, as if she was looking at a trembling prey in the fog, her pretty face opened with a brilliant and terrifying curve, and her lips were glittering with two sharp teeth.

"Who are you looking at? White Rose's Knight, that arrogant fool?"

The woman shook her head slowly.

"Soister?"

She nodded quickly and her movements were simply and powerful.

"If she had any accidents, I wouldn't be able to explain to my brother. For my sake, can't I be proud of myself?"

"What's more, do you know who is standing behind her!?"

The woman's mouth raised, her dark pupils emitted a disdainful light, and her mouth roared like a beast.

A deep helplessness spread out Lambert's stinky face, and he suddenly held the alchemy bomb tightly.

"Then I can only exchange your life for her!"

"Click!"

The oval moon dust drew a parabola in the air, and a gray cloud of dust broke out when it landed on the ground.

But the woman's slender body had jumped to the side first, perfectly avoiding the alchemy bomb. Her back arched like a big cat, her slender red lips grinned to her ears, revealing two rows of needle-like teeth, and she screamed at the opposite side.

The sound waves cleansed the night sky, turned into an invisible heavy hammer and hit the witch hunter in his chest, but only smashed a layer of black Helio's seal and disappeared into nothingness.

Lambert jumped forward without any effect, spitting out a cork in the air, and a large piece of twisted black blood vessels suddenly appeared on his face.

The silver sword raised above the head reflected the glow of the poisonous sword oil, roaring and tearing the air, slashing like a meteor!

The sword is heading.

The amazingly beautiful woman had already transformed into a huge bat, carrying a pair of thin film wings, and a pair of cold steel claws interlaced in front of her like shields.

Bang!

The metal and iron attacked, and the harsh roaring sounds, and a large number of dazzling sparks sprinkled like a waterfall.

A sword that was enough to cut the beast into two halves left only a shallow blood mark on its sharp claws.

But the sword oil stinged her!

The human-shaped bat hissed, swelling silently with black wings, flying into the thick fog like a kite, and then suddenly fell from another unexpected angle and pounced on Lambert's neck.

Lambert twisted his body and slashed it, and the sword and claws collided again.

This time, the flying bat's body completely disappeared transparently and merged into the fog.

The witch hunter's faint cold eyes are hard to capture half of his body.

But he calmly formed the Aden magic seal, and the bound magic array rose from his feet, and purple light covered the land in a radius of five meters.

He held the long sword in one hand, stood in the middle of the magic circle with his lunge, closed his eyes and listened and felt it.

Statue calm.

Huhu

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Buzz

The pendant trembled slightly.

A pair of ghost claws suddenly appeared in the purple light, and hit Lambert's unprepared behind like a crossbow arrow.

He raised his left hand first and outlined his five fingers before he knew it.

After the second mutation, Kunn woves into golden light armor and blocks the attack in time.

Bo!

The golden light shattered, but a powerful anti-shock force erupted, breaking the human-shaped bat, and a moon dust exploded with its imbalanced body.

Alchemy dust permeates!

A large number of arcs flashed between the covered black hairs. It lost its special ability and still rushed towards it!

The two sides fought together.

At a speed that exceeds the limit of ordinary people's eyesight, the rabbit rises and falcons falls around the other party, chasing, and the sword light and the claw blade are intertwined, cutting the fog into pieces, and the gold and purple lights continue to solidify and disappear.

In just one minute, sweat soaked Lambert's cheeks, while the human-shaped bat's dark body was covered with long and narrow bloody mouths burning with sword oil, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

It flew again, and the long hair suddenly appeared behind its head and flew like a butterfly.

Lambert made a comeback Alder knocked it back, holding the sword in both hands and crossed it in front of his chest, strode forward, the tip of the sword pierced the air, and thrust forward, and the bat screamed and flapped its wings.

However, the moment he stabbed the sword and his chest, he suddenly turned slightly, passed through his wings and crossed his face.

Puff!

A bloodline splashed into the air.

Two figures intersected.

Lambert rolled a few times against the ground, and together, his left face broke a thin wound like a hair, and blood dripped down his chin.

The human-shaped bats are even more miserable. The ugly nose of the porcupine disappears, half of the face is covered with blood and flesh and blood reveals white bones, and the scarlet granulation squirms and bonds.

But the fatal sword oil destroyed it in the gap, burning it to the point of white smoke, and the bat's body was shaking and regaining its human form.

The woman, who was beyond recognition, looked at Lambert with dark eyes and resentful eyes, suddenly screaming in a sad voice, as if from hell, penetrating the Helio Seal and burning his breath.

But he launched the final offensive without stopping and rushed towards her with a fake sword.

The seriously injured woman swung her claws to block it, hitting Lambert's mind. He took the opportunity to go around from her armpits and twist her waist and spine, and swung a powerful sword.

The sword threw out a piece of blood, and a sharp claw threw away!

The woman screamed and turned around and slapped. The latter followed like a shadow. She turned around first, aimed at the other arm, and waved her sword again.

Blood-squirting arms danced in the night sky.

A huge force surged from the back of the woman who lost her arms, and fell head-on like lightning strikes, and her cheeks were buried in the soil.

At the same time, a smooth sword blade crossed her neck, freezing her soul.

"What did I say before? Don't listen to the words of the witch hunter." Lambert stepped on her smooth silky back with his left foot, pressing the back of her head with one hand, and proclaiming condescendingly, "But a kind person usually gives a second chance to beautiful women and dispel the fog immediately, I will let you go."

The Banshee made a series of hunchbacks and struggled under his feet.

"What a gentle and good man!"

Behind him, there were three gentle footsteps, and Lambert smelled the rich fragrance of violet and roses, and the smell of mixed herbs with a variety of herbs.

Turning around, he saw a woman in a red dress that was so sexy that she was a middle-aged man with a tall and thin, noble-style hooked nose, like a tax collector.

They were neither tall nor strong, nor even the terrifying claws of the vampire.

But it made Lambert feel chill all over, as if he fell into an ice cave.

As we all know, the more advanced the vampire, the closer it looks to humans.

These two are more human than the vampire banshee, so their identities are self-evident.

"Did I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes or were cursed by the evil god? I just pointed in a direction and was waiting for several heads to suck it high?"

Lambert felt bitter, but felt that the can of special fried food in his alchemy pocket had a little more confidence, and his eyes turned to the center of the two.

The sorcerer Tris stood there with a dull expression, his delicate facial features were almost transparent, like a porcelain doll with a soul-lost loss.

It makes people feel pity.

But at least there is no sign of any injury on the outside, and people are still alive, so there is something to talk about.

"Hello the Demon Hunter, thank you very much for showing mercy to my good sisters. How about we make a deal before it turns into bitter fruit?"

In the voice of sweetness as honey and charming as night.

The woman held Triss' tenderness, smiled at him, and sent an invitation.
Chapter completed!