Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Punch after punch, each blow shattering the earth. Death chased after Fagga like a dog, tearing at him, while flying sand rushed to become his coffin.
The relentless butcher of the dead end unleashed a fierce red light from the core of his skeleton, his anger fueling his power to burn fiercely!
Suddenly, it crouched down and pounced.
Hearing the sound, Fagar knew something was wrong and quickly lay down to dodge. When the Dead End Butcher flew over his head, he quickly got up and ran in the opposite direction.
Just now, when the butcher pounced on me, he smashed through a big hole, and I managed to squeeze through it.
The butcher, who had just landed on the dead end, suddenly turned around and was instantly stunned.
Where are they?
The Dead End Butcher begins its search, unhurried, for the void is its domain.
Surely a sleepy duck or a duck with a broken wing can't fly, right?
So it walked slowly, searching for Fagga's trail.
"Phew, finally I have time to rest."
Fagga whispered, putting Ellen down against the wall, finally giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Perhaps because her tail had been touched, Ellen's cheeks were slightly flushed. She carefully turned her gaze away and looked at Fagga's bloodied right arm, feeling a pang of guilt.
“That…Faga, your right arm…”
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
For the first time ever, Fagga forced a smile, as if it really was just a minor injury, as he had said.
"If it's broken, how could it be a minor injury!"
Ellen suppressed her voice; the more Fagga said this, the more upset she became.
Fagga shook his head and tried to take off his coat: "It's just a minor injury... Never mind, you think I have a skin allergy, what can I say? Come on, help me take off my coat."
Why are you taking off your coat?
Ellen was slightly puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions. She mustered her strength to help Fagga take off his coat. Although his head was about to drift off to sleep, he never lost consciousness.
She didn't know where the strength came from, but it always sustained her.
Faga couldn't help but feel curious, but casually said, "I didn't expect you to be so persistent. But it's better to go to sleep, what's coming next might be a bit bloody."
Eileen suddenly felt her eyelids grow heavy. Clutching Fagga's coat, she lay on the ground, stubbornly refusing to lose consciousness. Her pearly teeth clenched tightly around her lips, and although her eyes were already closed, she still mumbled defiantly:
"Victoria's domestic service...doesn't allow...shameful escapism. Although...there's no way...and we can't..."
"Okay, okay, don't say it, I almost can't breathe just listening to you talk."
Perhaps knowing he was in grave danger, Fagga seemed to suddenly stop trying to hide his voice.
The heavy footsteps of the Dead End Butcher, which had been used as background noise by Eileen, suddenly stopped, then quickened and became heavier and heavier.
But Faga ignored it and whispered, "Actually, I have another way."
What method?
Half-asleep, Ellen didn't ask the question, but she felt her body being dragged, her back pressed against Fagga's chest, her heartbeat clearly audible.
So steady, so healthy, is this really the heartbeat of someone whose right arm has been broken?
Ellen was also skilled in combat, so she naturally knew how important a steady heartbeat was for a martial artist.
Moreover, he smells wonderful.
It has a faint, sweet fragrance.
No, what am I thinking? This isn't the time...
Eileen's eyes suddenly opened, her breath caught in her throat, and she abruptly turned her head to look.
Faghat tore her clothes open!
In an instant, Fagar used his only usable left hand to tear open Eileen's clothes, revealing Eileen's fair shoulders and swan-like neck, which were incredibly alluring to Fagar.
Without a second thought, Fagga lowered his head and kissed Eileen's neck. His sharp canines pierced through Eileen's slightly red skin, and the girl's fragrant blood filled her mouth.
Hmm!
Eileen instinctively shuddered, her pretty face flushed with shame and indignation. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from making a sound, and her long legs kicked weakly at Fagga, as if she were resisting or acting coquettishly.
Perhaps only Ellen knows how complicated her feelings are, and how tightly her jade-like toes, hidden beneath her little leather shoes, are gripping.
It turns out that Fagga was never human!
They're vampires!
Time passed second by second.
Finally, Fagar breathed a sigh of relief and whispered in Ellen's ear, "Thank you for the treat."
Then he raised his right hand.
Her right hand, which had been broken, was now completely healed. She wiped her thumb towards her mouth, and bright red blood was immediately spread evenly, staining Fagga's lips.
"So, the one over there,"
Fagga turned his head to the side, and through the broken wall, he saw the butcher's enormous head.
"Having witnessed the entire process of the last remaining vampires of New Elidu hunting for food, aren't you going to give me some appearance fee?"
"Of course, I know that I cannot give Tenny."
"Then I might as well use your death as capital for my future job search."
"how?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dark red wings suddenly sprouted from behind Fagga, and with a powerful flap, he took flight high into the air.
In the butcher's field of vision, it couldn't see Fagga's face clearly.
Because Phaga was facing away from the sun, his wings completely blocked out the light!
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