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Feeling a sudden burning pain on his face, Howard Zmich immediately realized that his face had been scratched. He had been fighting all his life, and he had never encountered such a scoundrel who would scratch his face as soon as he came up.

In a duel between masters, who wouldn’t want to lose face?

He didn't have much to say. After all, the person he was fighting was not a master. His opponent was a cat. If the cat couldn't stretch its claws, could he use magic?

Howard Zmich's weapon is somewhat similar to the long spear of the cold weapon halberd. It can be used for weapon attacks and magic damage. As for the short spear on his back, it is a long-range attack method.

Dozens of black cats pounced on him, but Howard Zmich was not afraid at all.

He was right. If it were the black cat's owner, the great wizard Kilgard, he really couldn't beat him.

Although Kilgard has been dead for many years, he is still famous in the eyes of Howard Zmich. He is a figure who stirred up the turmoil of the entire continent. If he is still alive, he must be the top existence.

Although Howard Zmich lived dozens or hundreds of times longer than Kelgard, he just couldn't do it.

Now, he faced only the pet of this powerful necromancer.

Howard Zmich felt the feeling of the spear hitting the black cats. He watched the black cats being knocked away one by one. He laughed crazily and taunted: So what if you are strong? Your incompetent master is not called Have you crossed the boundary between life and death? Have you turned into dung now...

Roar!

The angry black cat roared, and he didn't know what the roar was. Howard Zmich felt his eyes go black and his mind felt like it was exploding. Years of combat experience allowed him to kill it without hesitation. The weapon was retracted and held at the neck.

Vampires have such strong vitality that even if a broken limb is broken, it will grow back again in a few days.

But the neck is still a vital part, and he will definitely not be well if he is severely injured.

This long-term accumulated combat experience saved him. He could feel the angry black cat using its claws to leave deep marks on the spear. The powerful force made him take a step back.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Ah! A fierce scream rose into the sky and echoed through the forest.

Ah, my eyes, my eyes.

Howard Zmich felt an excruciating pain in his left eye, as if something had scratched it.

In the remaining field of vision, a black cat was holding a round object in its paws and was retreating quickly. Other black cats were still attacking Howard Zmich, but they were all beaten by the crazy vampire cuckold. Knocked up and killed.

“*\u0026*%￥*#@……”

The black cat that grabbed Howard Zmich's eye didn't go far. It quickly took out some things, including teeth, hair, and a liquid that exuded a strong fishy smell, and then connected these things to the eyeball. , all put into one head.

Then Mr. Bigglesworth began to chant a curse rapidly at the head.

Bullying a necromancer with a pet that doesn't know necromancy? I really thought it was Hello Kitty.

Howard Zmich didn't know what kind of spell this was, but he was sure that this spell must be very unfriendly to him, so he frantically killed the black cats one by one and rushed towards the one that was casting the spell. .

Go to hell! The iron gun hit Mr. Bigworth hard on the head. This super apostle who could single-handedly challenge an entire chat group like Laifu and the others didn't even utter a scream before his brains exploded from the blow. .

Died tragically on the spot!

However, Howard Zmich, who killed the black cat, was not happy at all.

He began to panic.

Something bad must have happened, what did this damn black cat do to his eyeballs?

At this moment, the hole in the skull began to spit out thick green smoke, and then Howard Zmich felt something rotten like a rotten tomato at the position of his eyes.

Howard Zmich threw away the iron gun, knelt on the ground, and touched his left eye with trembling hands.

If there were no accidents, the vampire's powerful vitality would give him an intact eye in about half an hour. If he touched it with his hands, he could feel the squirming granulation at the wound site.

But now, the squirming feeling has disappeared.

The black cat put a curse on him!

Damn black cat!

Howard Zmich carefully rubbed some medicine into the fish-smelling eye sockets, then gritted his teeth and picked up his weapon.

This revenge must be avenged!

Logically speaking, he should have retreated now. His cautious character played a key role in his ability to survive until now.

It's a pity that he first came to the conclusion that the enemy was not strong and needed to use wild beasts to consume him. This conclusion did not change because of Assam's green bamboo snake and Kelgaard's pet.

Now he's lost another eye.

Not a temporary loss, but probably a permanent loss of an eye.

In that era when vampires became homeless dogs, he had never lost any parts of his body. Today, he lost an eye without even seeing his real owner. Anger filled his heart.

Even more angry than when he found out that he had been cuckolded.

He killed his younger brother with his own hands. After many years, he still didn't forget to hunt down Mel, the bitch who gave him a hat. His vengeance attribute was maxed out.

Mel, that damn woman, what kind of help did she get?

Could it be a person with the ability of the Beast King?

Howard Zmich, who was blind in one eye, urgently needed to use the blood of his enemies to irrigate his anger. He ran wildly in the forest, and anything that stood in front of him was smashed to pieces with his iron gun.

Where there was a battlefield just a few minutes ago, a golden figure appeared.

The little golden python accurately used its tail to hook Mr. Bigworth's body and the items that fell out of the place, and then disappeared again. She was a little regretful that she didn't have claws, otherwise she wouldn't have to use the corpse in one hand and the items in the other. I bent down to pick it up twice.

Rather than looking forward to harvesting corpses from this event, she was actually looking forward to the Apostolic Games.

Brother Laifu has already said that she can eat whatever she wants this time. She might be able to shed her skin after she is full. She can't wait to see if she can grow two claws.

Nicole, the golden python, cannot always be responsible for picking up corpses.

She soon arrived at the battlefield she was about to participate in, this time with all the remaining apostles, and under the guidance of Black Crow Brad Pied Egg, a new pocket was waiting for Howard Zmich to enter.

This is the fifth and final wave of resistance arranged by Laifu.

On one side are more than a hundred apostles, most of whom are big bosses at level 40 or 50. On the other side is a vampire who has lived for countless years. Although he has been injured, there is no doubt that he is still a powerful one.