The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

Amid the sound of metal clashing, Marshall's body suddenly retreated a few steps, but BloodRiot kept chasing him relentlessly.

He fired several shots from the smoke gun in his hand.

However, Marshall, who was prepared for this, turned his upper body into a shadowy blood mist, which passed through his body.

Chapter 382: Vampire's Assassin

In the shadowy blood mist, a pistol of an unreasonably large caliber tied to a few blood-colored thorns appeared.

——RT-46 Storm.

It can only be loaded with one bullet, but its power is comparable to that of an anti-material sniper rifle. If an ordinary person just uses it, his elbow joint will be broken into three pieces.

The thorns wrapped around the trigger tightened quickly.

In the next second after the flames burst, a bullet landed squarely on Blood Riot's head...

But having said that, he did not even stop moving forward.

It didn't even leave a trace on the thick armor. The moment it came into contact, it deformed and bounced to the side.

Both sides clenched their fists at the same time and hit the enemy in front of them.

Click——!

A strong wind blew up instantly when the two men were fighting.

However, compared to BloodRiot, who was unscathed and unstoppable, Marshall, who was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, had his arm broken at a strange angle.

At the same time, the spiritual power attached to his fist turned his entire arm into ashes.

In the end, BloodRiot punched him in the face with all his might, and he flew out with blood spurting out.

But in the direction he flew, the blood thorns behind him like a wave surged towards Blood Riot.

No panic, no dodging.

He pulled out the silver bottle from the slot of the smoke gun and then inserted it again, then aimed it at the direction where Marshall was previously submerged by the wave.

Pull the trigger.

"SteamAttack!"

"Full Bottle!"

It is just like the reappearance of Moses parting the sea in the Bible.

The bright silver powerful light bullet shot from the muzzle pierced through the thorn wave the moment it came into contact with it, forming a vacuum zone.

boom!

A blinding light appeared in the room and then quickly disappeared.

A gap appeared in the wall that was taller than a person.

It seemed that the internal circuits were also damaged, and the lights in the room dimmed.

The blood thorns scattered on the ground began to dissolve and transformed into some kind of bat-like creature.

They flapped their wings and flew in the air, screaming, and then quickly gathered together to form a human shape.

It's Marshall.

He rose again.

"Three lives..."

With a playful look on his face, Marshall held up three fingers.

"From the beginning till now, you have killed me three times."

"Although I hate the feeling that silver brings, but that's about it at best."

If he didn't hate Silver and BloodRiot's spiritual power, he would have just learned from Akado and wouldn't even bother hiding.

Anyway, the result is just a few more deaths, what's the big deal?

After all, the lives he gained from eating the artificial vampires and Arasaka employees today were enough for him to play with them for a while.

"To be honest, I think I still have some sincerity, so I won't pursue these three lives."

"Or if you think that my attack on the Arasaka facility has hindered your next plan, or something else, I can also make some compensation."

"Even if you just want to vent your anger, you can kill me a few more times... Just don't use silver and your kind of power. It's still pretty disgusting."

Although he seemed to want to show his sincerity in cooperation as much as possible, his tone revealed a condescending sense of charity.

"But I still have the same condition as before. If you give me the Ancient Blood, I will leave this world..."

He is talking nonsense that even he doesn't believe.

But the only response he got was BloodRiot's two random shots.

Peace talks?

That was not even in Lin Qiao's consideration.

Not to mention these bastards who say they are sincere but have a lot of ulterior motives in secret.

Boom!

The brain and heart were pierced by the light bullets with spiritual power at the same time, and Marshall paused for a moment...

Well, he was taken away from life again...

That's all.

The moment of resurrection, the wounds heal.

"Well, it seems that you have no intention of negotiating... What a pity."

He brushed off the non-existent dust on his body.

What a pity.

The other party didn't cooperate at all, and didn't even show any interest, which made all his previous plans come to nothing...

Don’t you have any feelings?

I've been talking for a long time, you should at least give me some reaction, don't just shoot me all the time!

"And what's even more regrettable is that if you don't escape, you will die here soon."

The announcement was almost unilateral.

Since the other party is unwilling to cooperate, the only way now is to completely absorb the other party and then use the system to return to this world...

The downside is that it costs too much!

He narrowed his eyes and looked at BloodRiot.

Although he had never used his full strength, Marshall did not deny that there was a certain gap between him and the enemy in front of him.

At least from the perspective of physical fitness, the opponent's overall ability is indeed stronger.

There's no way around it, since this series of vampires all emphasizes high health and low defense.

On the other hand, even if the thick armor on the opposite side remained motionless, he couldn't break through it in a short time by relying on his familiars.

Not to mention the level of strength, he is definitely stronger than him.

But despite this, Marshall still has absolute confidence in himself.

After some testing just now, he was sure that his only advantage was speed, but...

enough!

"Let me tell you a little bit..."

He lowered his body, with the corners of his mouth raised widely, exposing a pair of sharp canine teeth to the air.

Countless blood thorns stabbed at BloodRiot...but their goal seemed to be only to restrain his movements.

"Vampirism wasn't the ability I originally acquired!"

To be precise, it was a physique he accidentally acquired after he killed Akado in the world of Hellsong.

The armor transformed from thorns stood in front of him, blocking the incoming spiritual light bullets.

With a bloodthirsty smile, Marshall turned into a shadow and rushed in front of BloodRiot in the blink of an eye.

It was at this moment that his originally scarlet pupils turned into ice blue, and the center of his pupils was occupied by a circle of brightly colored rainbow light.

"There is nothing in this world that I cannot kill."

The nameless dagger held tightly in his hand fell down quickly.

……

"Fuck!"

It was also at this moment.

Lin Qiao's real body, who was far away in Heywood but saw this scene through his clone, suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

will die!

will die!

will die!

He will definitely die!

The spider sense in his body was reminding him at the loudest volume ever that no matter what, he must not be hit by Marshall's knife.

Otherwise, even if his original body was fine, the clone that had absorbed Arasaka's electricity for several years would probably die on the spot.

As for the means used by the other party...

He understood the moment he saw the pupil.

“——Death Eyes!”

He gritted his teeth and spoke each word one by one.

The moment he understood this fact, Lin Qiao pressed the button in his hand without any hesitation.

The next second, BloodRiot in front of Marshall turned into smoke and disappeared.

Before he could even say "Don't run away, man", the Arasaka power plant was swallowed up by a huge mushroom cloud with a loud bang that shook the earth.

Chapter 383 Come home, Xili

Ever since Lin Qiao was too busy to take care of a certain silly roe deer in Cintra and gave the latter an unexpected vacation, Ciri's life has become increasingly difficult.

Although it is a good thing that I don’t have to go to the institute to draw blood anymore.

Even when she walked to the research institute as usual, everyone inside looked as if they had never seen her before, which made people a little confused.

But at least I don't have to go to the operating table anymore, and I can get a new toy...

But the difficulty and intensity of training doubled afterwards, which was really hard to bear!

Especially since a certain scumbag came out to beat her up personally, under the pretext of teaching her the true meaning of Ashina Style!

There isn't even a protection period for newbies.

He opens his mouth and closes his eyes every day to get humiliated. He learns facial expression management from Hime Yajun.

That was really healing and beating at the same time, guiding and shouting "Get out of this world!"

It feels like I owe him millions...

And every time she mentioned this, the other party would hit her harder, as if telling her not to ask questions that she shouldn't ask.

In a trance, for a moment, she seemed to see a knight covered in pink with a radiator on his face.

Why do we feel a sense of sympathy?

And what exactly is owed?

He picked up the energy drink next to him and took a few gulps until the light was dazzling.

A bird-shaped robot with an overall bluish-white color flapped its wings and slowly landed in front of Ciri.