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Changing your shape every once in a while can be fun, but it's not very enjoyable when you find that you can't change back.

The Blood Duke never expected that he would encounter this kind of predicament, and unexpectedly, without noticing it for a while, he was plotted against by the priest who behaved exceptionally docile tonight.

Any normal human can't distinguish any emotion from a fluffy cat's face, so Yannick shielded all the strong messages from the emerald green cat's eyes with peace of mind.

"Honey," now it was his turn to use the title, "you should be very aware that, given what you've done to me before, I'm just asking you to keep the kitten form a little longer, which is already very Forgive me."

The silver-haired priest put on his cloak and smiled at the kitten: "Okay, don't look at me like this, you guessed it right, I asked Chris to help prepare this bottle of potion, and I don't mind if you find it because of it." He duels and loves each other, as long as I don't put my body at stake."

Who wants to fall in love with that idiot!

The message was clearly revealed in the cat's eyes. Heimiao snorted out of his nasal cavity in disdain, twisted his body, and pointed his butt at the priest. He had already made a strong note of the name Chris in his heart.

"Then, you stay here obediently now, I'm going out for a while." The priest's voice came from behind.

The fluffy body remained motionless.

The door opened and closed quickly, and silence returned to the room.

Blood Duke, oh no, it’s Little Black Meow now. He pulled his head out from under the pillow, stretched his body, and rolled around on the bed bored, and then rolled around again, and then began to think about cat life, reflect Was he being too lenient towards the silver-haired priest?

He still remembered that a long, long time ago, he once doted on a human girl, and that girl's name had been blurred for a long time, and he didn't even remember what she looked like.

At first, just like all ordinary humans, the other party was terrified because he was taken away by the vampire, and he would just cry all day long. At that time, he thought it was very fresh, and he did not neglect the girl because of this. Instead, he was leading her into and out of the vampire The gathering place, where everyone can see his love for girls.

Soon, the girl changed her mind. She was amazed and deeply fascinated by this race with long life, strong power, and eternal youth. From the initial reluctance, she gradually became fond of and got used to the drunken life of the blood race, more than once Ask Ansair to turn her into a vampire too.

But Ans didn't do this, and he also forgot why he didn't agree. Maybe from the beginning to the end, he just treated the girl as a more desirable plaything to dote on.

The clever girl quickly noticed this, and she secretly hooked up with another generation of blood, that is, William's father, the owner of the Ghost Castle, Walter Kapeln.

But unfortunately, Walter also only regarded playing with the girl as an achievement that he successfully snatched Anse's restraint. The girl who was corrupted by vanity was still immersed in her dream, thinking that she was infinitely charming, and the two blood clans were fascinated by her. reverse.Soon, after Walter gave her her first embrace and turned her into a real blood, she completely abandoned Ans and fell into Walter's arms.

What is the final outcome of that girl?

Of course, the Duke of Ansair would not allow and tolerate any plaything beyond his control. At a grand blood clan banquet, Walter attended with the girl who had just become a blood clan cub, and Ans was in front of everyone. In front of him, he directly crushed the heart of the newborn female blood race with his bare hands.

The girl's last look was horrified, unwilling, shocked, and unbelievable.

And Walter, who had just become her "father", stood aside, watching with his arms folded. Walter's descendants were furious that their father's authority was insulted, but Walter just said lightly: It's just a plaything. That's all, it's not worth the effort.

Yes, Plaything, Ans thought so too, so although the two of them had been feuding for a long time, they didn't have a big fight because of that girl.

What about the silver-haired priest?

What is his position in his mind?

The Blood Duke who turned into a cat began to think seriously.

A plaything like that girl?

No, the Duke of Blood quickly rejected this idea, subconsciously he didn't want to compare the clever and cunning priest with that ordinary human woman.

What is that?

Bed partner?lover?companion?

The Duke of Blood was shocked by the last positioning, and subconsciously scratched his ears with his hind paws like a real cat, but almost immediately, he was disgusted and frightened by his lack of elegance.

How long is the shelf life of Emma's potion? If this continues, will he lose all the elegance of the blood race...

At this time, there was a thumping sound from the window, and the next moment, a brown bat wobbled out from behind the heavy curtain, transformed into a human form with a bang, and fell on the carpet.

"Your Excellency the Duke..." Anna's face was pale, she clutched her chest, panting violently, and said to the kitten on the bed exuding the aura of "I'm annoying, don't mess with me": "William is here, and he brought Duke Walter... ..."

The kitten straightened up and turned to look at her. The cold emerald green eyes made Anna shiver uncontrollably.

She wondered why the Blood Duke hadn't changed back to human form after hearing the news, but at this moment, that wasn't the point.

"Just now, on Rica Street, Priest Hill was attacked, and they have already killed the blood race present..."

Ans arranged for several third- and fourth-generation vampires to follow Yannick to protect him secretly. Anna was the only one who escaped quickly when she saw the opportunity. Even so, she was seriously injured. But it was only a little short, and Anna would never come back.

Before she finished speaking, the figure of the kitten shot towards the window sill like an arrow, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

Not long ago, Yannick had just come out of the home of the president of the Magic Branch of the Principality of Mecklen. Due to the need to conceal his identity and the purpose of the trip, he did not bring any entourage, nor did he call for a carriage. He just walked alone on the street wearing a cloak.

It has to be said that the information Ans provided him was quite useful. From that few words, he saw a chance to turn the situation around. A well-known mage was secretly studying evil dark magic, and the Magic Guild was still working for him in private. Providing funding is completely against the generally recognized moral principles in the mainland. Once the Holy See finds out, the Holy See will definitely not be afraid to use this to make a big fuss. At that time, the mage will be completely passive in public opinion. He will go to see the branch president of the Magic Guild It is precisely because of this.

Although the Magic Guild is not as strictly hierarchical as the Holy See, the branch president is also a highly respected mage. Yannick had a long talk with him for nearly two hours, and finally came to a satisfactory result for both parties.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the challenge after ten days is unnecessary, but at least his chances of winning are a little more guaranteed.

When he came out of the other party's house, Yannick's mood was not as worried and anxious as before, and his footsteps even became brisk. At this time, it was almost late at night on Rica Street. Although Mecklen people like to have fun, it is so late. There were not many people on the street anymore, occasionally walking towards him was a staggering drunk.

When another drunk passed by and fell on him, Yannick flashed past him, let the other party fall to the ground and cursed loudly, Yannick did not turn his head, the cloak covered him from head to toe, no one else Can't see who this person is.

Just as he was leaving that drunk behind, Yannick suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

This feeling is indescribable, mysterious and mysterious. If you have to use one word to describe it, it can also be called telepathy, or it can be regarded as a person's premonition when danger is approaching.

He couldn't predict what the danger might be, but this didn't prevent him from quickly avoiding to the side. As a result, when his body was sideways, the objects behind him flew by with the sound of the wind, almost brushing past his ears , a few strands of silver hair fluttered down to the ground.

Yannick didn't have time to see what it was that almost broke his neck, he quickly pulled out his wand, first added a blessing to himself, and then leaned his body against the wall to prevent his back from being free.

who is it?

Could it be that the president of the magic branch didn't want to cooperate, so he simply killed people first?

No, it's not like, the blow just now doesn't look like magic.

After ten thoughts, several possibilities flashed through Yannick's mind.

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, so fast that it was like an illusion. He didn't even think about it, and a bright light was thrown out, but the afterimage was very fast, before the spell landed on the opponent, the black shadow had already arrived in front of his eyes!

Yannick was startled, because his body was against the wall, he couldn't back up, so he could only raise his wand, and released a bright light, wherever the wand went, the light was blazing, unparalleled, and the black shadow was about to pinch his neck, But he had to scream and avoid to the side, showing his figure.

Bright magic is also the nemesis of the blood race, and Yannick already knows the identity of the other party at this time!

William, the second-generation blood clan, clutched his shoulders and panted, staring at him with blood-red eyes, revealing a cruel and resentful gaze, which made his handsome and pale face look very ferocious.

"William, you have regressed, a bishop makes you so flustered."

In the darkness, accompanied by an unfamiliar voice, a figure gradually appeared. The man was wearing a long black cloak and a dress underneath. He was tall, with deep features, and the slightly exposed fangs under his lips showed his identity.

"Sorry, father, I was too impatient." William turned his head and bent down. "This priest colluded with Ansair to kill many of my descendants and cleaned the ghost castle. I just want him to taste the feeling of being smashed to pieces."

"Ansair is not something you can call, dear William," Duke Walter Kapeln said kindly, but William still couldn't help shivering. "Even if I don't have a good relationship with him, I'd be happy to see him unlucky, but as a second-generation vampire, you can't be rude. Don't let me hear it a second time."

"Yes, Father." William bent even lower.

While the two were talking, Yannick was concentrating on his guard.

Forget about William, he should be able to deal with it, but this Walter is a generation of blood, that is to say, his strength is similar to that of Ans, if Yannick's current strength alone can deal with Ans... the 1000 years of his life are completely different. It's useless, and he wouldn't be suppressed by the opponent for so long.

So it can be proved by the same reason that he can't beat Walter.

Tonight is destined to be a difficult night, Yannick thought.He regretted that he shouldn't have given the potion to the black cat, so that at least he could increase his own safety, but it was useless now, and he would definitely be unable to beat him. Instead of regretting there, he might as well think of a way to escape .

He still has the scroll of teleportation in his hand, which is an essential tool for traveling at home and escaping, but now the two blood races seem to have no intention of doing so, but they have actually blocked his way. Will be killed by the opponent.

Walter turned his eyes away from the descendant, landed on Yannick, looked at him and smiled: "You are indeed a beauty, and I am a little bit reluctant to kill you."

But just as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared in the next second, he was less than a breath away from Yannick. The blessing blessing slightly blocked the opponent's approach, allowing Yannick to lose again A bright light shines out, the hot white light blooms with the strongest effect, but the Blood Duke is not only unscathed, but also penetrates the protective shield blessed by blessings and grabs him!

Yannick only felt that his body was being grabbed back by someone, followed by a few screams and a muffled landing. When he saw the things in front of him clearly again, he found that a few blood races had just rescued him. Him, to help him block Walter's attack, but they themselves were severely injured by the Duke of Blood, and one by one their hearts were crushed one after another, and they died immediately.

The power balance between each generation of blood races is very different. Even the third and fourth generations of blood races have no power to fight back against a generation of blood races. It is estimated that even Ans did not expect that Walter would personally take action to deal with Yannick.

"Go!" It was Anna's voice.

She saw the opportunity quickly, and the sacrifice of her companion won her the matter of escaping and reporting. She did not run to protect Yannick again. There was a generation of blood, and she was useless except to repeat the fate of her companion, so she decided to go back to report the letter with all her might. , Let your master come over.

"You traitor!" William smiled cruelly. He recognized Anna, who turned out to be his descendant, but now he actually took refuge in Ansair.

He rushed towards Anna, but a white light stopped him again. Yannick used his staff to build a bright magic wall in front of Walter and William, which made it difficult for the vampires to overcome for a while. How long, and he couldn't find the time to take out the scroll from the magic bag while outputting magic power.

Walter felt a little surprised. He didn't expect a bishop-level priest to have such a level of magical power explosion, which was already close to the level of the cardinal.

I have to say that there is absolutely no fake or shoddy product produced by Chris.The staff in Yannick's hand gave him a great magic power bonus, and he himself is quite talented in magic. He knew from the fact that he was able to use the great summoning technique before, and Yannick never stopped in private. Exploration and research on magic and unremitting practice, but his appearance is too outstanding, and he wears the low-level priest's robe all the year round. He didn't change into the bishop's robe until not long ago. Political means are used to solve problems rather than violent means, so many people think that his ability is not very good, at least he should be the weakest of all bishops.

To sum it up in one sentence, it is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

This disguise also confuses Walter and William. Yannick's magical power is beyond their expectations and makes them feel threatened. If Walter is not there now, William alone, after a fierce battle, he The ending is absolutely back and forth.

This priest must be killed, so that he cannot become a threat to the blood race in the future.Walter thought to himself, his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke, he broke through the light wall, grabbed it with his hand, his long nails cut through the priest's robe, and pierced directly into Yannick's heart!

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and Yannick could no longer maintain the output of magic power. At this time, William had already seen the gap and grabbed his neck from behind!

Attacking back and forth, the silver-haired priest saw that there was no way out, but Walter seemed to sense something, and suddenly he stopped, pulled his blood-stained fingers out of the priest's body, and turned around quickly.

A black cat appeared out of nowhere, pounced on Walter, and turned into a man again in mid-air. The neatly manicured fingers had grown long and sharp nails like Walter, blood-colored. The eyes represent the moment when the power of the blood race explodes.

Facing such a menacing attack, Walter didn't dare to swipe him head-on, so he had to dodge it a little bit, who knew that the other party's target was not him at all.

The next moment, William's screams sounded, and Walter turned his head, just in time to see his eyes wide open and staring forward, and a huge blood hole was broken in the direction of his chest, and blood mist was gushing out.

Walter rushed over, but only had time to catch the opponent's body that fell forward.

At this time, Ans had also arrived in front of him. Walter couldn't care about anything else, so he had to fly back with William in his arms, but the other party was already chasing him, and the speed of the two was so fast that only a ray of light remained in the eyes of others. cigarette.

Now it seems that it is impossible to kill the priest. Walter no longer glanced at Yannick, who was seriously injured, but he ignored the limit that Yannick could bear, and did not care about the injury that had penetrated into the internal organs. Yannick quickly Gathering the magic power, taking advantage of Walter's opportunity to concentrate on dealing with Ans, he threw a bright light at his back.

A generation of blood clansmen snorted, and their figure froze a little. Ans took the opportunity to grab a piece of flesh from his neck, and half of Walter's neck disappeared in an instant. The flesh and bones were completely exposed, and half of his neck was missing. Unable to support the weight of the head at all, it tilted to one side, looking extremely hideous.

He seemed completely unaware of this injury, grabbed William and continued to fly, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

And Ans didn't catch up, he stopped and stood there straight.

All of a sudden, it fell forward!