"When it comes to sabotaging others, no matter how you look at it, you, a great scientist, are definitely better at it... Is Perlman dead?"

Seeing that Byrne had finally arrived, Covey breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced slightly in the direction of Perlman, but a thin white mist obscured his view, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

But he still remembered that just moments before, an ice pick had pierced Perlman's body, leaving a deep wound that appeared to have reached his lungs.

Normally, given the average physical condition of the new Elidu residents, such injuries might not be fatal.

But if we add to that the torment... cough cough, training that Kove has put on Perlman these past few days!

Perlman really did risk dying from the cumulative severity of his injuries!

this...

Covey slightly raised his eyes and looked at Bourne.

As if sensing something, Byrne tilted his head slightly towards Covey and nodded a little, saying:

"Don't worry, I bit him when I came over. Now he's my squire, he won't die so easily... Besides, I also gave him an adrenaline shot."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

Both Kove and Lykahn lost their momentum and froze for a moment.

Lina couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly covered her mouth, realizing she had overstepped her bounds, and smiled slightly as she held her hands in front of her skirt.

"Even Mr. Perlman, you have the audacity to bite him. Your loyalty to the vampire race is truly astonishing."

Here's a beautiful picture of Perlman.

"Just a small sacrifice for the final victory... Hey, Perlman, get up when you're awake."

After casually responding to Lina's sarcastic remark, Byrne turned around and kicked Perlman.

Despite his lack of strength, Perlman, who was as big as a ball, managed to roll three times on the ground before barely managing to get up.

"Remember your mission, get to the Lake of Fire as soon as possible."

Byrne glanced at him, then looked back at Lina and Lycaon.

"There's a car at the foot of the mountain, the latest technology in the city. I'll drive it myself, and it'll be much faster than the motorcycles on the outer ring road. You'd better hurry."

"Yes, yes... I will definitely do my best."

The pressure on the field grew heavier and heavier, and a major battle was about to break out.

Perlman didn't dare linger, quickly nodded in agreement, and ran down the mountain as fast as he could.

The moment he took his first step, the temperature behind him suddenly dropped to freezing.

Lycahn stomped into a huge crater and was launched out with a loud bang.

The extreme cold air, like a raging storm, transformed into a streak of icy blue that adhered to Lycan's calves, helping him traverse a distance of over a hundred meters in a mere instant, his long legs swinging out with a flourish.

The chill was like a waterfall, rushing out even before it made full contact with him, as if cut by a knife, making Perlman feel a chill in his heart, thinking that he was about to enter the underworld at any moment.

Bang!

The leg struck, producing a deafening roar that shook even the cliffs, and white mist instantly spread out.

Lycaen frowned, and instead of pressing his advantage, he leaped backward.

The next second, an ice shard suddenly shot out from the white mist. If Lycaon did not dodge, he would definitely suffer a great loss from the sudden ice shard.

Soon, the icy mist dissipated, and a figure slowly emerged from it.

After a long while, he finally revealed himself—it was indeed Bourne!

He raised his head, and anyone could see his scarlet eyes, the only thing visible beneath his entire body, a captivating red.

The scene fell silent for a moment, before Bourne finally spoke slowly:

"Perlman is gone, your defeat is inevitable. Why don't we all calm down, have a cup of tea, and then go home to take care of our children?"

Lycahn's eyes darkened, and he unleashed several more ice spikes with a single step, all attacking Bourne.

"It seems the talks have broken down."

Byrne shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

It seems we'll have to fight a match after all.

Tsk, why am I, a researcher, always assigned to fighting tasks?

...

Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.