The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

However, the impact was so strong that the bullet quickly scratched Marshall's face at the moment it broke.

"Silver Bullet..."

He glanced at the bullet embedded in the wall with disgust.

It's not a surprise.

He was almost prepared for this when the two cannon fodders he had sent to gather information lost contact.

Although we don't know the extent of the other party's cooperation with Arasaka at this stage, they will definitely make weapons tailored to his vampire physique.

For example, silver.

This precious metal, which I used to love so much, now makes me feel sick just by looking at it.

Even after some of the vampire's related weaknesses have been weakened through the system.

But it is undeniable that the silver weapon still causes him a certain amount of pain... and a strong psychological resistance.

"Although it doesn't hurt that much, silver really makes me sick!"

——It’s just like having shit smeared on your face!

He wiped the scrape on the side of his face with his thumb. Now he had no intention of continuing to play.

There was a flash of scarlet in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Marshall's left half of his body melted and turned into a pool of dark red blood.

The blood, as if it had consciousness, quickly spread around.

"!"

Before anyone else could react, in the blink of an eye, thick blood-red thorns sprouted from the ground, densely filling the aisle.

It keeps wriggling and weaving like a snake, its sharp hooks cutting through the flesh and greedily sucking every drop of blood.

Even the artificial vampires and ghouls who pretend to be humans cannot avoid the vitality they possess... which is stronger than that of humans, but now it brings them more pain.

A moment later, the bloody thorns in the corridor disappeared, leaving only a pile of crushed and blood-drained corpses.

The scene looked particularly creepy.

Marshall glanced at the body of the artificial vampire on the ground without stopping.

There's nothing to feel sad about.

They are just a group of miscellaneous soldiers who can be replenished at any time. They are brought here just to test the results of biotechnology.

And it just so happens that he has a hundred extra lives... just make use of them.

When he reached the deepest level of the research institute and faced the heavy metal door, he simply turned into a shadow and passed through.

"——Ancient Blood!"

Thinking that the long-desired power would soon be his, Marshall couldn't help but lick his lips.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Different from what he expected, after passing through the iron gate, the room inside did not have Ciri, whom he was looking for, nor even the elves of the Wild Hunt, let alone a single staff member.

In the very center of the room, there was a figure covered in heavy red armor, but with blue spider patterns painted on his chest and face.

Chapter 381 Blood and Blood

That's not right. It's very wrong.

Where is the ancient blood?

Where did Ciri, who is as old as me, go?

Even if you move ahead of time, at least leave two El-El elves for me to moisten my throat!

"It looks like I've been ambushed." After quickly looking around, Marshall said in a gentlemanly manner.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am... Don't eat the sour radish!"

Before Marshall could express his exclamation in a London accent, the next second, BloodRiot on the opposite side pointed the smoke gun in his hand at him.

If you compare carefully, you will find that the Spider Lost Bottle that was previously inserted into the slot has now been switched to another full bottle.

——A bottle full of silver.

"SteamAttack!"

"Full Bottle!"

The muzzle of the gun fired a fatal light bullet mixed with spiritual power that directly evaporated Marshall's body, and even the heavy metal door behind him was penetrated.

"Sure enough, this vampire is a fragile one..."

However, Lin Qiao, who was observing this scene through the perspective of Blood Riot mimicked by genetic factors in Heywood's small clinic, did not relax his vigilance.

Even if such damage were inflicted on an ordinary creature, it would not be enough to kill it no matter how many times it was inflicted.

But for the vampire in front of him, who, even if estimated conservatively, had at least five-digit resurrection coins, it was just the loss of a hair.

It is really unlikely that this kind of attack can get rid of him once and for all.

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

The next second after the body was evaporated, a strong wind carrying blood mist appeared out of nowhere in the room.

In just one breath, a rough human shape was reconstructed.

Even the clothes on his body were restored.

"The resurrection time is actually shorter than expected..."

Inside the clinic, Lin Qiao's real body frowned and muttered softly.

Moreover, the effect of the Silver Bottle does not seem to be as effective as initially estimated... Is it because the system has weakened or eliminated the weaknesses of the phase?

Although this was expected, it is not good news anyway.

But he still has spiritual power.

"Tell me, where is the Ancient Blood?"

After quickly completing the body reorganization, Marshall's face turned a little dark.

Although the entire body being evaporated is not a big deal, it is just a matter of losing a life.

But the pain and nausea caused by contact with the silver objects lingered in his heart.

Of course, if possible, he doesn't plan to fight with the other party for the time being.

At least talk about the terms first.

"As long as you give me the Ancient Blood, I will leave this world immediately and will not bother you any more. Let the system determine that you win."

This is a win-win situation for both parties.

At least that's how it seemed to Marshall.

He can obtain the power of ancient blood and be free from the system; while Lin Qiao can complete the task and obtain 12000 points given by the system to increase the possibility of survival in the future.

Everyone has a bright future.

Of course, the reason for doing this is not because Marshall is a good guy or something, he just simply wants to avoid the worst-case scenario.

After all, there is a high possibility that Ciri is in the opponent's hands now.

If he makes the other party angry and kills him, he won't even have a place to cry.

And even if he wasn't there, if the two of them really started fighting, it would most likely be a fight to the death...

Even if he won in the end, he didn't have the confidence to find Ciri within an hour.

So the real thing is to stabilize the opponent first and get the Ancient Blood.

As for the agreement between the two parties after that...what gives you the right to trade my things with me?

It's always been pretty much like this.

Although he had a good plan, unfortunately, Blood Riot, which was mimicked by Lin Qiao's genetic factors, ignored his plan at all.

He pulled the trigger and the smoke gun in his hand fired again.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The light bullets that were strengthened by spiritual power were all blocked the next second as Marshall swung the dagger in his hand...

But this thing is not a physical warhead after all.

An explosion occurred the moment the dagger touched it.

As a result, two of his fingers were also blown off.

"Damn, this feeling...!"

A burning sensation emanated from the wound.

Although it wasn't a presence like Yin that made him feel physically disgusted, he still felt inexplicably disgusted.

As a result, Marshall's mood became bad.

"Looks like I have to put you down first..."

The scarlet eyes glared at BloodRiot.

Anyway, after eating this guy, I can still get information about the ancient blood... At the very least, I have to show him some power and let him know that my patience is not infinite!

Click, click, click!

Along with a piercing sound, countless blood-red thorns sprouted from under Blood Riot's feet, covering the place where he had originally stood in the blink of an eye.

However, just before the thorn riot, Marshall's BloodRiot, who was always alert, immediately jumped up from the ground.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Marshall below, and he pulled the trigger while dodging.

Bang bang bang!

The spiritual energy bullet shot from the gun exploded in the thorns, instantly breaking more than a dozen of them...

But it was soon filled with more thorns.

The thick blood-red thorns were wriggling violently, and the sharp spikes left dense scratches around them.

Countless wires were cut, making a "bilibili" sound.

As countless blood thorns squirmed, they quickly pieced together to form a monster with a bloody mouth.

That is Marshall's familiar - the blood dragon.

The huge dragon head takes up almost two-thirds of the room.

The moment it appeared, it bit BloodRiot who was standing on the ceiling.

The powerful biting force and impact force directly bit through the entire ceiling.

however--

"IceSteam!"

The moment it was swallowed, BloodRiot adjusted the valve on the smoke sword.

The smoke sword flashed with bright blue energy and danced quickly, and the thorns that made up the blood dragon were frozen in place.

But the next second, countless thorns surged up like sea water.

The frozen blood dragon was instantly broken into pieces, but...

"Didn't catch it?"

The feedback from the blood thorns that were like an extension of his own body made Marshall stunned for a moment.

Before he could make the next move, a puff of smoke suddenly appeared behind him.

"!"

He gripped the dagger in his hand tightly and turned around quickly to chop it off.

clang--!

Bright sparks lit up between the smoky sword and dagger.