: 1728 The end of the half vampire

"cough…!"
Blood was spit out from the mouth of Elsa, which was buried in the pile of furniture.
I saw that Elsa’s forehead was as broken as it was broken.
The skin has disappeared.
The flesh is cut off more than a little bit.
In the vagueness, I can even see the skull of Elsa.
That is simply to describe the horror that can't be overestimated with flesh and blood.
"Just... a bomb...?"
Elsa’s head was blank, and there seemed to be no way to believe that she was in such a desperate situation because of such an attack.
However, it didn't take long for the serious injury that was enough to die suddenly.
"laugh…"
Like a flame burning, Elsa's forehead smoked, and the wound gradually healed in the smoke, returning the flesh and blood back to Elsa's head.
"Well…"
Elsa reacted to the blank head, pushed away the pieces of furniture on his body, clenched the fierce blade, struggling to get up and smile at the door.
"I really don't know how to pity the jade."
The splendid words are ushered in a quiet resentment.
"If it is a thorny rose or a bee, it will be bruised when it is close to the past. Some people are willing to pick it, but if it is a poisonous spider, then it is another matter."
The side swayed the hem of the knight's trench coat and walked in from the burning door. The gaze was cast on Elsa's body, watching Elsa returning to the intact forehead, thoughtfully.
Then, Fang Li suddenly said so.
"Speaking of it, it seems that I have seen it in the book. In addition to the existence of the Asians and Warcraft, there are still some people in the world who have special physique."
In this sentence, Elsa’s eyes leaped slightly.
But the party did not say anything wrong.
In this world, although there are also Asians such as elves, orcs and ghosts, there are also the races created by the witches of Warcraft.
So, a long time ago, there was also a person who was transformed into a non-human existence through the hands of a witch.
"And inside, there is a presence called a vampire."
Fang Li seems to be talking about Elsa, while looking at her, while not interested.
"You should be like that?"
In other words, Elsa is not a human being but a vampire.
But for this, Elsa just didn't think it was a smile.
"Not a guy with the history you think?"
Elsa flexibly turned two fang-like fierce blades in his hand, and then said such words with a seductive laughter without emotion.
"It’s just a little bit of blood flowing down, so it doesn’t blood, it doesn’t turn into a bat or a fog. It’s no different from human beings. At best, it’s just a matter of being able to die and resurrect several times. It’s not so good?

But the ability to die and resurrect several times is a nightmare for those who want to fight against her.
It is unceremonious to say that Elsa’s combat power is also a non-human level.
According to the visuals of the party, Elsa’s strength level is only above the second-in-command of the Knights of the Guards. The one known as the best knight, Rieus, has once defeated the former sword. St., who served as the head of the Knights of the Guards, Wilhelm.
This kind of strength, coupled with the resurrection of the physique, is not a nightmare?
It is no wonder that François Lika wants to call Elsa a monster.
just…
"In front of me, I can talk about things like death and resurrection. You should be glad that my "eyes" can no longer be used anymore.

Fang Li’s laughter is like a voice.
"And, can you really resurrect and die completely?"
During the speech, the dagger-like dagger fell into the palm of the hand.
"If you cut into pieces of meat, then you can resurrect, I am very interested in this."
In this way, murderousness is also diffused from the body.
The murderous swaying like a mirage, crushing the surrounding fire, like invisible and colorless gravity, swaying the atmosphere.
"Ah..."
Elsa made an intoxicating voice.
"awesome…"
It is a look of obsession with the rich blood.
It is precisely because of the killer of Elsa that I can understand how terrible people can exude such murderous people.
It is also because of Elsa, that can understand that the person in front of you is the real killing ghost.
The road he has traveled has long been a sea of ​​blood.
The life he passed through is full of death and sadness everywhere.
But is that evil?
At this point, Elsa did not dare to assert, but did not want to assert.
There is only one thing that can be affirmed.
That is, for Elsa, who is immersed in killing and bloody, Fang Li is simply the supreme pursuit.
If you can die in the hands of such a person, or if you are lucky enough to plan his belly before he dies, pull out his intestines, let his body be covered with his warm blood, and even take his endless hands from life. The ten fingers start, swallowed into the abdomen, and if they are integrated into one...
"There is no regret!"
Leaving such a assertion, Elsa with a fascinating expression of excitement and madness, while showing a shattered smile, while actually not retreating, rushing toward the direction of the party.
The flame burned her body.
Blood beads spilled on the walls around.
The skin gradually turns into coke.
Hands and feet are even more powerless.
Under such circumstances, if Elsa chooses to temporarily avoid the edge and wait for the body to regenerate completely, then it can live.
However, such a choice is no longer in the mind of Elsa.
Now, there is only one thought in Elsa's mind.
That is to face the supreme being, reaching out and touching.
And this is also the last obsession in Elsa's life.
And still obsessed with absolutely impossible to complete.
"You are really sad..."
With the indifferent voice of mercy, echoed into the heart of Elsa.
Looking at the body that disregards the gradual collapse, he rushed in his direction, trying to reach out the blade in his hand, preparing to cut the hunters in his abdomen, and only raised the moon blade in his hand.
In the next moment, the figure in the square turned into a phantom, like an illusory meteor, a swaying, passing the front.
"Flash sheath - jail sand gate..."
The phantom, through the body of Elsa.
Countless knives flashed in that moment, like squally showers, and blinked over Elsa's body.

噗哧噗哧噗哧噗哧!

The sniper sounds like continuous rain, and it rings around.
Elsa’s figure was so stagnation in the hallway.
"Snapped----!"
In a strange sound, it was scattered into countless pieces of meat, which brought a thick blood flower and fell to the ground.
"嘭!"
The surrounding fire spread immediately and engulfed the ground meat and blood.
The wicked and wicked man named "The Intestines" was buried in the fire in this mansion.