Chapter 775 Little Bat X Imprisoned Blood Prince 44
Chapter 775 Little Bat X Imprisoned Blood Prince 44
The sun is scorching and spreads evenly across the earth.
"Felix" covered the sword wound on his chest and ran hard towards the nearby city, but the black shadow behind him was obviously faster.
A flash of sword light passed by, forcing "Felix" to stop on a cliff.
There was still a trace of blood at the corner of Legolas' mouth. He stretched out his pale fingers, wiped the corner of his lips, and pointed the tip of his sword at "Felix".
He didn't say anything, but fighting spirit was surging in his eyes.
"...Legolas, you and I don't have to go this far." Disguised as "Felix", the Pope actually began to reason at this moment.
"The vampire race's current status is indeed partly due to the influence of the Holy Church, but more of it is due to the mortals' fear of the 'unknown'."
"They are ignorant and numerous. They are the ones who fear and envy the vampires the most."
"If they weren't so easily instigated, the vampires wouldn't have retreated into the abyss."
"So, Legolas, how about we make a deal?" Felix's face was gentle and handsome, but now it was twisted into a different look. "He" stared directly at Legolas with his black eyes, tempting him like a devil: "If you let me go, I promise that the vampires will become just like ordinary people. As long as the Holy Church takes the lead, it will only take the believers letting go of their hatred and accepting the vampires. It won't be too difficult."
"Isn't this also the reason why you cooperated with Felix and helped him so much?"
The Pope vowed: "I am him now. Since you can cooperate with him, you can naturally cooperate with me."
"This is a win-win situation. Don't you want to completely change the situation of the vampires on the mainland?"
When Legolas heard this, he sneered: "Are you worthy enough to negotiate terms with me?"
"I can cooperate with Felix, but I will never cooperate with Ludwig Hopper." Legolas's red eyes were filled with mockery. "You don't deserve anyone's mercy."
After saying this, he didn't give the Pope another chance to speak. With a flash of his sword, he chopped down the Pope's head.
A trace of distortion and cruelty flashed across "Felix's" face. He narrowly avoided the sword light, but was inevitably hit by the sword wind, and a trace of blood appeared on his cheek.
"Are you planning to kill Felix?" The Pope knew he was seriously injured and could not outlast Legolas, but he began to think of another way: "If I die, he will die too."
Legolas hesitated for a moment, but only a moment.
He is powerful and decisive. He is the last prince of the blood clan, and he will not let go of the culprit in front of him just because of a little admiration for Felix.
The sword light carried red magic, and Legolas was like a gust of wind, a flash of lightning, and a flowing cloud, leaping in front of "Felix" without mercy.
"Pfft" sound.
It was the sound of the sword piercing into the chest.
The sword penetrated the original wound and stabbed deeper, bringing up a string of blood.
The blood splashed on Legolas' pale cheek, like a red plum petal falling on the snow, with a bit of sharp beauty.
"Felix"'s face turned pale in pain, and his dark eyes gradually became clear.
When he saw the sword on his chest and Legolas's dazzling red eyes, he curled his lips and said, "...well done..."
But in a flash, those blue eyes turned black again.
The soul that had entered Felix's body shouted unwillingly, "I won't die! I won't die! I have completed the forbidden technique, I won't die!"
"Legolas! It should be you who died! It should be you!!!"
He screamed and staggered backward until he reached the edge of the cliff and stepped on empty air.
He fell off a cliff like a drop of water.
Legolas watched him fall into the cliff. He staggered awkwardly until he could no longer see him. He used the sword as a weapon, transferring all his body weight to the sword stuck in the ground. His face was pale and bloodless.
He spat out another mouthful of blood. The overdraft of his magic power and the wounds left by the Pope repeatedly pulled at his body and soul.
He felt his strength draining away from his body rapidly, his vision became blurry, and even the red magic circle above his head that was used to block out the sunlight began to show signs of instability.
At this moment, a familiar "squeak" sound rang in his ears.
Legolas blinked slowly, the loss of magic and physical strength making his mind feel a little cloudy.
The little bat squeaked and landed on his shoulder, looking at him anxiously, like a jumping black ball of fur.
[Legolas! How are you? Where's Felix?]
[Did Felix fall?]
The little bat was chirping in his ear.
He took a deep breath and even felt the dryness in his throat when he spoke, which made it a little painful for him to speak: "I stabbed him, and he fell down. He probably won't survive."
"Are you worried about him?"
Yu Zhen was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down!
Why is she worried about Felix! The only person she is worried about now is Legolas!
Help! Everyone knows the "protagonist doesn't die after jumping off a cliff" rule, right?
As the male protagonist, Felix will not die so easily! He will definitely get the Archangel's tears according to the plot, and then rush up to kill Legolas!
But now, Legolas was obviously covered in wounds, and he was picky about his taste and had rarely drunk human blood.
Now, let alone human blood, there is not even animal blood!
When he thought of this, Yu Zhen was stunned.
No, isn't she just an animal?
Now there's animal blood! And... human blood.
Thanks to Legolas, her recent score has just crossed the threshold. As long as she turns into a human and lets Legolas breathe in her energy, he might be able to fight!
Yu Zhen didn't dare to delay at all, and screamed directly into Legolas' ears -
[Take off your cloak!]
[I'll need it for my transformation soon!]
[And don't ask me what transformation is, just think of me as a magical girl bat!]
[Legolas, Felix can't die so easily. You need energy now.]
Although Legolas was confused, indulging the little bat had become a habit over these days.
Before he understood what the "magical girl" that the little bat was talking about was, he had already reached out and tore off the black robe on his body.
The black robe had become a little tattered during the battle, but at least it was big and wide enough and should be usable.
He watched the little bat rush into the black robe as if his butt was on fire.
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