"They came at just the right time."
Upon seeing Fagga and his men arrive, Number 11 felt a huge weight lifted from his heart, a sense of relief washing over him, and even the hand gripping the hilt of his sword felt stronger.
But this was bad news for Bourne and other vampires.
According to the original plan, Fagga should not have been here, and the planned confrontation with Fagga should not have taken place at this time.
Byrne narrowed his eyes, his furrowed brows deep enough to trap a fly. Beneath the colorful clouds, he slowly folded his wings and descended to the ground, facing Fagar directly into his eyes: "You came quite quickly. I thought you wouldn't abandon the entire granary of food."
"There's nothing we can do. Our independent investigation team's Bomb went offline. Even with the leftover caviar from last night, it's easy to figure out what went wrong."
Fagar slowly walked out, still wearing the polite smile befitting a gentleman, but his hands were already behind his back.
Only those behind Fagga could see that he was holding a ball of dark red fire in his palm, ready to erupt at any moment.
Ellen, who was standing next to Fagga, suddenly stiffened, but given the inappropriate situation, she could only glare at Fagga with embarrassment and annoyance.
Bourne saw it but didn't pay attention. Usually engrossed in scientific research, he took it as a mockery of moderate power and didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he pressed down with his right hand.
"Fine, since you're here, you're not leaving!"
Buzz!
Suddenly, with a shout from Bourne, the colorful clouds in the sky began to churn and their color turned blue in an instant.
The next moment, hundreds of bolts of lightning, each as thick as a bowl, crashed down upon them.
The ground instantly turned scorched black, the air was filled with the smell of sulfur, the destructive aura was constantly approaching, and a pale blue wind swept over us!
"Everyone, move together!"
Fagga shouted and then punched the ground.
In an instant, the flames he had been hiding in his right hand exploded, and flames suddenly rose up on the black asphalt road, licking their fangs like a jackal, and biting down on the overwhelming lightning.
boom!
The lightning and the dark flames met from a distance, and as expected, an earth-shattering sound erupted the moment they made contact.
The shockwave rippled outwards, instantly leveling the small, somewhat high mounds of earth, making them appear much shorter.
Even the human army that had long since departed was stunned by this astonishing display of power, and many drivers were slightly dazed.
Soon, the thunder and the dark flames were both annihilated, and amidst the rolling yellow sand, a patch of icy frost suddenly appeared.
Faga's eyelids twitched, and purple light surged in his hand, instantly forming an ether crystal, which he used as a spear and thrust forward with all his might!
The frost intensified, and Bourne emerged from the yellow sand, his icy blue hand reaching forward, freezing the tip of the aether crystal the instant it touched it.
The ice crystals gradually spread, approaching Fagga's palm step by step.
Fagar's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, his palm also emitted Netherflame, burning upwards along the Aether Crystal.
The ice and fire clashed, resulting in another stalemate.
Bourne remained unfazed, instead saying calmly, "Since we're all vampires, let's go to heaven!"
Suddenly, Bourne's wings exerted force, and his body spun in mid-air.
Fargard felt a tremendous force coming from the ether crystal, followed by a dizzying sensation. When his vision returned, he had been flung into the sky by Byrne.
Just before his mind returned to its normal state, Fagga spread his wings, his dark red wings standing out conspicuously in the sky.
The next second, Fagar seemed to hear a rustling sound and subconsciously glanced back. He saw thousands of vampires folding their wings and rapidly falling to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot. They held all sorts of abilities in their hands and flew straight towards Eileen and the others!
"Don't get so focused on them that you end up dying before them."
A faint, eerie voice entered Fagga's ears, the chill in its words piercing his eardrums.
He quickly turned around, and as soon as he looked down, he saw Bourne suddenly throw an ice spear.
Its power was so great that even the air seemed to mourn, with tiny ice beads faintly condensing, as if weeping from the extreme cold.
No, we have to block them!
A warning bell rang in Faga's mind, and he immediately shouted, "[Burning Sacrifice - Blood Robe]!"
Without almost any thought, Fagga casually made five bloody scratches on each of his arms. The blood inside immediately splattered out as if a water pump had been stepped on, then congealed on his body surface, looking like a layer of blood-stained clothing from a distance.
Soon, the ice spear arrived in an instant, its unparalleled and terrifying coldness piercing a hole in the blood-stained clothes!
Fagga's eyes widened immediately, filled with disbelief.
Time was of the essence. No matter how surprised he was, Faga had to suppress all his emotions for the time being. He suddenly swung his arms down, blood gushing out, and his newly formed blood-stained clothes suddenly became incredibly tough. He shattered the ice spear with brute force!
But before Fagga could get excited, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a streak of light flashing overhead.
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