Templar Sun King

Chapter 8 The Blood Race Bathed in the Holy Light (2)

There was no sign or sound, and the young man seemed to emerge from the void.

Just a way to appear on the stage made Aras, Martin and others who were already afraid of the name of the blood clan feel desperate.

Even Adam didn't see clearly how the blood race appeared in the camp. He only sensed the dark breath descending, and then a figure appeared in the camp.

"Good evening, gentlemen." The handsome vampire performed a meeting etiquette among nobles, looking very polite.

"Jerome of the Johnson family has met everyone, especially this young mage who is very good at white magic. I am surprised by your performance. If you can bring your head back to the castle, believe me, you will definitely become the best Beautiful loot."

The magnetic voice of this vampire named Jerome spread throughout the camp. The tone was very soft, like whispers between lovers, but the content was chilling.

"And this chubby businessman, I finally found you!"

Just one sentence made Martin, who was already terrified, tremble all over, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

"But before dealing with you, I think this mage would rather say hello to me." When Jerome finished speaking, his whole body gradually dissipated.

The next moment, his body appeared less than one meter away from Adam, with a palm reaching out to Adam's chest.

Although Adam had already focused all his attention when the blood race entered the camp, he still couldn't react to the blood race's elusive attack for a while.

However, the militiaman who had been guarding Adam's side reacted and protected Adam behind him while stabbing the trident in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the blood clan Jerome appeared at the gate of the camp again. This time, he had a bloody heart in his hand, which belonged to the militiaman just now.

The militiaman who had lost his heart fell to the ground, but the remaining six militiamen held the trident tightly in their hands without any fear, and protected Adam in the middle.

Even though he knew Fox had lost only a body that carried his consciousness, Adam still felt bad.

It was completely different from the feeling of losing arms in the game. Facing the bloody facts and feeling guilty, Adam realized for the first time that this was a real world. If he was careless, he lost more than just arms.

Throwing the heart in his hand on the ground casually, Jerome showed a mocking smile on his face.

"I seem to sense the anger in your heart, but it's useless. Let me think about it, a mage who offended our Johnson family last time was transformed into the lowest blood slave by the elders of the family, and was finally put under the scorching sun Sunshine alive. Forgot to tell you, he is also a white mage just like you."

Everyone in the camp felt horrified by the attack of the blood clan Jerome.

In all fairness, if the vampires attacked themselves just now, the outcome would not be much better.Thinking about it this way, they found sadly that the little confidence that was left seemed to have disappeared.

Even the middle-aged mage of Martin's caravan secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that the strength of all the people in the joint camp could escape from this terrifying blood race.

But when he thought of the strength of the bronze rank of the blood clan and the great reputation of the blood clan, despair swallowed him bit by bit.

For Adam, a powerful white mage, Jerome didn't intend to kill him from the beginning.

He had heard that in the human kingdom, the butcher would let the lamb run continuously before killing it. It was said that the meat of the slaughtered lamb would be more delicious.The same is true for human beings, provoking him, humiliating him, torturing him, struggling with anger, unwillingness, and despair before dying, only such blood is more sweet.

If the target is a young and beautiful virgin, the taste of blood will definitely be even sweeter.

However, what surprised Jerome was that the young mage didn't act impulsively at the first time. He showed a sad expression and stretched out his hands as if wanting to touch the dead warrior who fell on the ground.

Ha, what's the use of being sad?But what happened next made Jerome's eyes widen.

The body of the soldier who lost his heart suddenly disappeared. If there was not a pool of blood on the ground and a heart not far from him, Jerome would think that everything just now was an illusion, and that soldier never existed at all.

Great curiosity and fear of the unknown made Jerome uncomfortable.Not only Jerome, but everyone in the camp was also surprised, or shocked.

Only Adam felt that the moment the militiaman's body returned to the sanctuary space, it turned into a ray of light and scattered in all directions.

With a few dry laughs, Jerome calmed himself down. He was just a white mage of the black iron rank, and there was nothing to make a fuss about. Everything just now was just a cover-up.

After comforting himself in this way, Jerome pretended not to care at all and said: "I don't care what tricks you are playing, but the noble Johnson must be serious."

When he finished speaking, his body disappeared again as before.

This time, Adam finally felt it.Jerome didn't use any magic, but his movement speed reached a frightening level. Combined with the dim light in the camp and the way he appeared first, it made it look as if he could appear in another place at any time .

If it was daytime, he would just move faster.

"Xia En!" Adam spat out a name, and seven holy lights appeared in front of the militiamen in a row. When the holy lights dispersed, there were seven spherical creatures like cotton candy floating in the air. The seven spirits summoned from the space.

When the holy light appeared, Jerome subconsciously stopped moving. He had witnessed the end of the vampire who was enveloped by the holy light just now.

Although he felt disdain for Adam's holy light in his heart, his body still stopped instinctively, which made him feel a little shame.Members of the noble and great Johnson family were frightened by the white magic of a human being.

Under the vigilance of Jerome and the curious eyes of the others, the seven spirits circled around Adam and the six militiamen.At the same time, seven rays of light emerged from the bright and round body, and fell in front of Adam and the militiamen, turning into shields composed of bright energy.

Templar spells, holy shields!
If you use this spell at the beginning, you don't need to lose a militia.

Adam thought about it in his heart, and then put all these behind him. Now killing this vampire is the most important thing.Now is the time to fight back.

"May the Holy Light bless you, Mr. Jerome." When Adam said this, Arras swore that he seemed to be in the most sacred temple.

But God knows, he has never been to any god's temple, but he just felt that feeling.

In fact, not only Arras standing next to Adam, but even the adventurers in the camp, Martin and others felt this way, as if they encountered the most pious priest preaching, and couldn't help but make people worship him.

What?Jerome didn't realize what it meant at all, but immediately he knew what it meant.

A holy light shot out from Adam's hands, and Jerome wanted to avoid it when he saw the light appearing in Adam's hands.

The speed of blood is fast, but the speed of light is even faster.Just before his body could finish avoiding this instruction, a complete healing technique had landed on his body.

Just a few minutes ago, the two vampires were purified by this holy light.

Now it was the turn of Jerome, the vampire. He felt as if his body was no longer his own. The light penetrated into his body from every pore of his body, and the most violent reaction occurred.He had to close his eyes and cover his face tightly, and he had a feeling that if he didn't do so, his eyes would completely disappear in this holy light.

Jerome finally couldn't hold back the severe pain coming from his body, and screamed out, which was comparable to the howls of the previous vampires.

The clothes on his back were torn off, and a pair of bat-like wings stretched out from his back.Jerome, shrouded in holy light, finally showed his most powerful fighting form.

(End of this chapter)