Star Forge Titan

boom!

The self-propelled gem bomb was activated by magic, and the black barrel exploded outward with a ball of muzzle inflammation that was brighter than blood.

The high-speed bomb tore through the air, leaving a red trail in the field of vision. The next moment after it penetrated the back of the vampire viscount, it blew a large hole in his chest that went through from front to back.

Even the rapid self-healing ability that only viscount-level vampires have can't save its life.

The second self-propelled gem bomb instantly turned the vampire viscount's head into a blooming blood-red rose.

The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the empty banquet hall, and all the vampires felt their hearts beating violently and uncontrollably.

They stared at the figure holding the gun indifferently with terrified eyes, and felt that at this moment, they were not the nobles of the night who wantonly hunted living humans as food, but weak prey standing in front of the gun and feeling despair.

clap clap.

A burst of crisp applause from the ceiling broke the dead silence.

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant! I've only seen such sharp swordsmanship in three people in the past hundred years."

Count Franco Anfenabé Lesembora, dressed in a full set of luxurious formal attire, was hanging upside down on the ceiling. An extremely moved expression appeared on his face. He clapped his hands vigorously, and two crystal tears flowed up his cheek.

Then, the vampire Count who appeared out of nowhere looked at the other vampires in the hall with disgust.

"As for you, useless trash, you are unworthy of the glory of the vampire race."

Before he finished speaking, all the vampires, including the other viscount, screamed and grabbed their throats, but this could not stop the blood from spurting out of their mouths.

Large streams of blood flowed towards Count Lesenbla, forming a suspended river of blood beside him.

The Earl turned around and walked down as if walking up a staircase. The flowing river of blood solidified into layers of bright red steps under his feet, supporting the Earl all the way to the floor of the banquet hall.

There was a fanatical anticipation on Lesenbula's face, and bright red filled his eyes.

"Young and strong man, dance with me!"

Chapter 13: Immortal Fighter

Poor! Poor! Poor!

The entire ship of vampires only relied on their physical fitness to bully the weak, and there was no sign of self-training at all.

It seems that since being driven into the ocean by Elrond, the former Night Noble has become like a broken-back dog with a broken spine, completely falling into decadence and self-satisfaction.

Without any technology or rules, they were nothing more than a group of beasts, except for their disguised aristocratic demeanor and handsome appearance. Moreover, the former came from the human culture that was popular in Lind a hundred years ago, while the latter was a false appearance deliberately created after plundering everything from the victims.

Ah, it’s confirmed, these are a group of bugs that parasitize the dark side of civilization!

Alvin looked calmly at the vampire count in front of him. This strange creature, who was comparable to a third-level transcendent, was not dressed as elegantly as other vampires of his kind.

The bloodstained coat and wrinkled yellowed shirt even revealed a bit of slovenliness and roughness, and his face maintained the hideous look of half of his face being burned, with no intention of using the victim's skin to cover up this horrific dignity.

But he may be the only one in the entire vampire pirate group who has ambition.

Even in the game, this person named Franco Anfenabé Lesombra is the closest to the fourth-level crown.

By constantly absorbing resentful blood and soul power, this vampire will gain the attention of the evil god in the future, and eventually transform from a monster in the material world into a more terrifying demon, and even become the leader of all vampire pirates, a vampire king.

But his transformation process was interrupted when the white-haired paladins of the Temple of Knowledge who believed in the God of Wisdom and their support group, a group of white-haired die-hard fan players, broke into the hidden lair of the vampire pirates, the island shrouded in dark clouds all year round.

Count Lesenbra, who was still in the evolving blood cocoon, was dragged directly into the sun and exposed to the sun until the sunlight and high concentration of Holy Water No. 0 completely destroyed him.

Although he did not have a good ending like other villains, this count was at least a hard-working villain.

and so--

The sooner we kill him, the better!

"Young strong man, dance with me!" Count Lesenbra laughed and crossed his hands in front of his chest. With the movement of suddenly opening his five fingers, sharp claws with dark purple light popped out from the ends of his ten fingers.

The whites of the eyes are black and the pupils are bright red.

At this moment, the vampire revealed his inhuman and strange nature without any concealment.

Alvin took a deep breath, and the powerful lungs transformed by the spell created a whirlwind on the spot.

The black-haired boy raised his left arm in front of him, and the silver-plated steel sword dragged across the cross relief on the surface of the metal glove.

A fleeting spark illuminated the face as calm as a mirror lake, and the plating on the steel sword that had been worn away in the previous battle was replenished.

Ivan chose not to fire directly. Ordinary self-propelled gem bombs were too slow for the speed of high-level vampires. He had to restrict their mobility or fire at a close distance to hit their nimble bodies, which were difficult to track with his eyesight.

But he had no intention of retreating!

"as you wish."

The next moment, the man and the ghost collided heavily!

The sharp claws pressed down, the steel sword pointed upward, and the friction between the two produced a large number of sparks!

Completely disregarding his image, the Earl suddenly opened his bloody mouth with sharp fangs like a beast and bit Ivan's neck with all his might.

As a result, just as he was about to bite someone, he saw the boy in front of him suddenly tilt his head back, then use his waist to move forward and headbutt!

The skull of the Titan descendant, strengthened by the [Immortal Iron Bones] and the secret ritual of incantation, was stronger than an ordinary iron hammer. It directly smashed Count Lesenbra's skull into a dent, as if it had become half a head shorter.

In response, the Vampire Count laughed heartily and dodged Ivan's subsequent slash with an ugly but effective roll on the spot.

The steel sword left a deep mark on the ground, and one could even see a slightly reddish heat at the edge.

The Earl leaned forward and leaped up, only to see an iron fist flashing with silver light coming towards him. He cracked his lips, and within a short time, the sunken skull began to recover.

So, the vampire used his hardest forehead to face Ivan's fist!

With a dull thud, the vampire's head was smashed directly, but his sharp claws flashing with dark purple light broke through the steel sword's block and pierced into Ivan's chest.

The boy kicked the ferocious monster away and took a few steps back, covering his wound.

This was his first injury since the start of the war. Negative energy threatened to corrode the flesh around the wound, but the primal magic surging within him roared furiously like a lion attacked by jackals, tearing it down to its most fundamental magical element: mana.

The healing ability brought by the arcane transformation, and the [Perfect Body] talent obtained after the physical fitness exceeds 30 points, make the vitality as vast as the ocean, and always circulate and replenish itself without shortage.

The blood flowing from the wound quickly stopped, and the surrounding muscles squeezed each other, leaving only a small trace of the wound that was originally as thick as a finger, and it healed quickly over time under the surge of huge vitality.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guy, how come your healing ability is comparable to that of us vampires?" The count, with only half of his face left, laughed in surprise.

After entering the third level, the head is no longer the absolute weak point of the vampire. Even piercing the heart will not kill them immediately. Only by completely destroying their life structure and completely defeating the negative energy support system, a two-pronged approach can a high-level vampire be completely killed.

"Upper demons? You guys who have transformed yourselves are the real monsters, right?" While laughing strangely, Count Lesenbra raised his claws stained with Ivan's blood and licked them slightly.

Then, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Bang, the remaining half of the Vampire Count's face suddenly exploded.

It's true that vampires can strengthen themselves by absorbing the blood of powerful creatures, but that doesn't mean they can just consume special blood like normal food. Otherwise, vampires would have been invincible long ago.

Absorbing it is a painful and lengthy process. If you're not careful, you'll end up like Count Lesenbra, with half your head blown off...

This was completely unexpected. After all, the opponent maintained a human appearance even when fighting, so he didn't think in that direction. At most, he thought that the opponent was an Elrond noble who had been transformed by the upper demons.

Although Alvin didn't expect this, he didn't intend to give the other party a chance to recover, so he raised the Crusher heavy pistol and pulled the trigger, directly emptying the entire magazine!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the self-propelled gem bombs pierced into Count Lesenbra's body one after another. The power of the explosion of the unstable fire element crystal blew the strange body that was stronger than a beast into pieces, and the broken arm flew straight to more than ten meters away.

"You..." The Vampire Count, who had finally regenerated, made an angry sound.

But before he could finish his words, another whole magazine of explosive bullets was fired!

Even the floor of the banquet hall was pitted and looked like a heat sink with holes all over it.

"Enough! Stop!" Count Lesenbra, who had turned into a pool of flesh and blood, roared and launched a magic attack.

A swarm of negative energy bullets, mingled with crimson, rushed towards Ivan like a swarm of bees, but he blocked them with his body, not needing to dodge. The intensely malicious magic slid away along his invisible scales, and the slight impact of the bullets was completely neutralized by his strong muscles.

After putting away the Crusher with an empty magazine, Alvin grasped the silver-plated steel sword with both hands, and the remaining two-thirds of the original magic power surged wildly in his body.

An oval azure crystal appeared between the eyebrows, and the sudden increase in magical pressure was like an invisible wall that blew away the surrounding debris in all directions.

With one slash of the sword, a highly compressed crescent-shaped blue magic power rushed forward.

Although the extraordinary fighting skills that had just taken shape were crude, they also burst out with extremely strong power. Whether it was heavy furniture made of solid wood or solid metal ground, they were all cut in two by this slash.

However, just when Count Lesenbra's body was about to be completely chopped into pieces, a blood-red arm suddenly burst out from his body. Although its skin and flesh were torn apart at the moment of contact, it did block the slash.

"It hurts so much." A hoarse voice came from the incomplete body.

The body, which originally had a roughly human shape, was torn apart from the inside, revealing a terrifying monster that was two meters tall, with a beast-like head, a bright red body, and bat wings on its back.

This is what a high-level vampire really looks like!

Count Lesenbra stared at Ivan with a pair of dark red prismatic animal eyes. He thought the other party would show a look of horror, but what he saw was only calmness.

Even, I feel like laughing.

"You..." Count Lesenbra, who revealed his true form as a high-level vampire, was about to say something when he saw the other party calmly take off a ring from his finger.

Then, its gaze slowly raised, gradually changing from looking down to looking up, and a shadow cast by a tall figure slowly covered its face.

The powerful warrior took off the 'Erond Diplomat Ring' and restored his height to 2.3 meters. With a mocking arc on his lips, he looked down at the 2-meter-tall high-level vampire in front of him.

"That's it?"

Chapter 14: Sea of ​​Gold

His stature was beyond that of an ordinary person, and his swordsmanship was superb and had reached the pinnacle.

It's the Black Knight!

"Hiss!" Count Lesombra, who had come up with the wrong answer, screamed and made the correct choice.

The Count revealed his true form as a high-level vampire, with two bright red curved bone blades projecting outward from his arms.

After a few flashes of cold light, it cut a hole in the floor, then burst out at a speed far faster than that of an ordinary third-level transcendent, and drilled in without looking back.

To some extent, the Earl's choice was not wrong.

Although high-level vampires possess physical fitness that surpasses that of ordinary human supernatural beings, they lack the latest supernatural research data and various skills. Because they were chased and chopped out of the continent by the Knights of Elrond, the promotion ceremony they mastered is still an outdated version from a hundred years ago, even behind the second-level supernatural forces in modern continental countries.

Even a highly motivated high-ranking vampire like the Earl can only rely on the blasphemous rituals he researched to slowly increase his accumulation, trying to break through to the fourth level through another different path.

Compared with the black-haired boy in front of him, the difference between the two sides is really the difference between civilian World War II technology and military 21st century technology.

Strengthened by mystical rituals that transcend time and endowed with the blood of higher beings that transcend ordinary races, Alvin's combat power at this moment is completely at a cross-version level.

As long as he doesn't encounter those contemporary heroes who have fully awakened their soul power, he is almost invincible in one-on-one combat. Even without the massive magic power provided by Burning Justice, he can defeat a third-level transcendent after paying a certain price.

So, when he saw Count Lesenbra running away, although Ivan did not choose to follow him directly to avoid being ambushed by the other party, he immediately punched the ground.

The surging dark golden magic power directly created another gap in the cabin floor. He quickly jumped into it and saw the back of the vampire count running away in front of him.

Then, a scene that made people laugh and cry happened.

Count Lesombra, a high-level vampire with combat power equivalent to that of a third-level transcendent and the ability to quickly recover, thought that he was being chased by a third-level black knight who had been transformed by a higher-level demon and possessed powerful racial blood, so he turned around and ran away.

But in fact, the one chasing him was just a first-level barbarian who had undergone the cross-era Elrond secret ritual transformation and possessed the genetic genes of a higher creature.

Moreover, due to the pressure of the extraordinary combat skills, the silver-plated steel sword in Ivan's hand is now covered with cracks.

So, he simply processed it a little and threw it forward with force as a throwing weapon.

The terrifying force that could wrestle with a dragon and push it down made the silver-plated steel sword burst out at a speed faster than an arrow, and the rotating sword body tore through the air with a piercing scream.

Count Lesenbra relied on his keen perception to change his escape route in advance. The silver-plated steel sword whizzed past him and nailed straight into the ground, the sword body completely immersed in it and vibrated violently.

The Earl thought he was safe, but the object wrapped around the sword caused his pupils to shrink suddenly to the size of a needle tip, and his entire face began to distort.

However, a layer of unstable fire element crystals, like amber wrapping insects, filled the fine gaps on the surface of the silver-plated steel sword.

The collision caused the internal elemental power to be intensified, and the fiery red light flowing like water surged rapidly within the crystal.

Then there was an explosion, a huge explosion. The already cracked steel sword turned directly into a fragmentation grenade, and the silver-plated steel pieces bounced everywhere, completely covering the surrounding space like shotgun shells.

The wooden cabin partitions were directly beaten into sieves. Count Lesenbra put his hands in front of him, hoping to rely on the skin of high-level vampires that could withstand ordinary swords and knives. However, the silver coating on it allowed the steel sword fragments to penetrate deeply into his body, and even temporarily suppressed the vampire's high-speed self-healing ability.

The Count screamed, blood splattered everywhere, and the two-meter-tall high-level vampire fell to the ground on all fours and howled like a beast.

It stopped running away. Judging from its previous performance, the opponent did not seem to be as difficult to deal with as the real Black Knight, and that person was now unarmed.

Two curved crimson blades flashed with cold light. Count Lessombra mustered his courage and roared as he charged towards Ivan. The vampire's uniquely high speed made his form resemble a phantom, while the surging magic power left a trail of afterimages behind him, confusing his enemies.

The bone blades extending from his arms backward swung out circle after circle of death dance, causing several scarlet full moons to suddenly light up in the dim cabin.

This is the unique tactic that the Vampire Count, despite being the pirate king, has distilled from hundreds of boarding battles over the past hundred years.

Furthermore, unlike common weapons like longswords and scimitars, the two-arm blade is a very rare exotic weapon, and it would be a great advantage to use it against someone seeing it for the first time.