Chapter 1897: Cthulhu injured

There is no doubt that Cthulhu is injured!
I saw a numb and painful sensation in his right hand, as if his arm was frozen by ice, and he gradually lost the strength to lift it up.
And what about Earl Spike?
Suddenly the whole body came to the front of the evil god, his speed was too fast, after all, he was an evil vampire.
Just after he suddenly reached the evil god's side, a pale paw suddenly pinched the evil god's neck.
Effortlessly and directly raised the body of the evil god...
"Give me the key of destiny!" Count Spike of the Gangelo family said with a distorted face, his sharp fangs exuding a horror, staring in front of his angrily Cthulhu.
But it was said that the first generation of heresy was actually pinched by this vampire, and his body was suspended in the air... His face became more and more ugly and paler.
At this critical juncture, but seeing the evil roared.
His left hand did not know when he had already tightly pinched a handful of silver powder, and then said to the twisted Earl Spike: "You devil, go to hell..."
Along with his anger, a handful of silver powder held in his left hand suddenly spilled onto the face of Count Spike.
Count Spike of the Gangelo Family never thought that the evil would have clenched a handful of "silver powder" in his hands.
It turns out that this has always been a conspiracy of the Cthulhu. The reason why the Cthulhu was seriously injured just now, and the reason why Earl Spike was brought close to his side was originally for this fatal blow. The Cthulhu understood that he wanted to rely on brute force to destroy this with silver. The ancient vampire is simply impossible. Moreover, Earl Spike’s movement speed is so fast, so Cthulhu had to pretend that he was injured, and then let the vampire mistakenly think that he was invincible, and then approached him close and waited. After getting close, the evil issued a fatal blow
And now, the time for this fatal blow has arrived.
I saw Count Spike looking at the scattered silver powder, his blood-colored pupils suddenly widened...
Even if he was a vampire, the silver powder splashing on his face could hardly escape, and in the face of such a sudden accident, Earl Spike couldn't even think of it!
All the silver powder was spilled on the pale and frightened face of Count Na Spike.
what
A scream of scream came from Count Spike's mouth.
Then he squeezed the pale hand of the Cthulhu's neck and threw the Cthulhu out severely... With a bang, the Cthulhu who was thrown out was directly thrown to the ground.
Cthulhu endured the pain in his body and slowly stood up straight.
Look at the earl of Spike?
OMG, he was making a harsh, unpleasant ghost noise while covering his face with his hands. His face was smoking... After being corroded by the silver powder, his face began to fall off slowly, leaving traces of pale skin. Cracked, yellow mucus came out of that face.
Earl Spike screamed there... ran around and barked like crazy.
When the vampire members around saw their earl become like that, they couldn't help being stunned, and no one dared to step forward.
What about Cthulhu? With this effort, he quickly picked up his own dragon swimming sword on the ground, and hurriedly left the dark street with his painful injuries.
On the cold and dark streets, only the vampire of the Gangelo clan screamed...
Screaming through the miserable night, no one knew whether Earl Spike was dead or alive.
Finally, the screams stopped.
In the dark street, I saw something with a disheveled hair standing there, and suddenly his face turned in the darkness. I looked carefully, but I saw that the face was completely rotten, and all that was left was rotten. The flesh and blood, and the bones of Sen Leng.
He is the Earl of Spike of the Ganggro family.
"I want him to die!"
"I want him to die!"
The roar of anger suddenly sounded in the endless darkness... His scary face was twisted in the darkness with cruel anger.
On the dark lonely road, but seeing his figure walking hard step by step.
He also carried a sword engraved with a flying dragon on his back. He was the evil god.
I saw that the current Cthulhu looked a little ugly, his right hand was severely injured by the vampire, and five purple handprints appeared on the neck by the vampire's pale hand.
Although he is still walking here, he can still see that his steps are very difficult.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly seemed unable to walk, and suddenly leaned against the cold wall, then he gasped heavily and blinked to look at his right hand.
I followed my eyes, but saw a purple-black skin on his right arm appearing on his arm like pollution.
Looking at his injury, the evil sighed helplessly.
Then he quickly took out a bag of silver powder in his arms with his left hand, took out some of it with difficulty, and then sprinkled the silver powder onto his arm.
After the silver powder was spilled on his arm, a hot pain spread, and the hurting Cthulhu's whole body was violent, and the big beads of sweat on his pained face fell one by one from his head.
It seems that an iron man like him can't stand the pain, his body trembling violently.
However, in the end, Cthulhu still resisted the sting of his body, and he finally resisted it.
After he endured the pain, he slowly lowered the sleeve of his right arm, and then he held the wall in front of him with his hand and began to slowly walk towards the darkness in front.
Suddenly at this moment, three figures suddenly appeared before me.
The three figures appeared abruptly, and suddenly appeared unconsciously.
"Who?"
Suddenly seeing three figures suddenly appear in front of him, the Cthulhu screamed out of his mouth without chaos, and at the same time quickly pulled out the Dragon Sword on his back with his left hand.
You Longjian shot, the sword light was trembling in the cold wind, and the sword pointed at the three in front.
A pair of cold eyes also glared at the three figures in front of him.
Looking closely, I saw the three people in front slowly appeared in front of the evil god!
They were three foreigners, three foreigners with extremely pale faces, looking at him with no expression on their faces.
These three were shockedly the Miss Mary of the Torrido family, the silver-haired Karel, and the strong man Danny.
When he saw the appearance of these three people in amazement, a shock appeared in the eyes of the evil god.
"You... are you vampires too?" the evil said angrily.
I saw that Miss Mary and the others standing in front of them did not speak immediately, but raised their eyes and looked at the sword in the hands of the evil god, and looked at the silver nitrate coated on the dragon sword.
"Yes! We are members of the blood clan!" Miss Mary suddenly spoke there in standard Mandarin.
"But, you and I are not the enemy." A word came out of Miss Mary's mouth again.
After hearing what Miss Mary said, the Cthulhu looked at the three people in front of him coldly. Although he was seriously injured now, he firmly believed that if possible, he would be able to deal with the three blood race members in front of him.
"What's the answer to this? Do you vampires divide good and evil?" the evil asked angrily.
But seeing that Miss Mary nodded slightly.
"You're right... Although our blood family has an ancient and dark history, it does not mean that every member of the blood family is a demon who is addicted to human blood... At least members of the Toledo family are not!" Miss Mary slowly Say.
"Torrido?" After Cthulhu heard Miss Mary say this, he seemed to know something.
Miss Mary looked at the evil in front of her and nodded silently.
"Hello, the three of us are members of the Torrido clan, and my name is Mary Jesmia." Miss Mary introduced herself in a friendly manner.