At this time, he had the feeling that he was constantly drifting upwards.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table, tapped his fingers and looked at the light curtains swaying in circles beside him, admiring the begging figure expressionlessly.

Although it was blurry, Klein still recognized the other party as the vampire Emlyn White at a glance.

It's very courageous to take out the action to buy a doll... Klein sighed with emotion, but didn't respond.

He tried to divination the purpose of the blood race before, but he couldn't get effective revelation. The only thing he can be sure of is that it has nothing to do with the Aurora Society.

This made Klein quite curious, but he would not take the risk of responding to Emlyn White while a high-ranking blood was hiding next to him.

He didn't know if the other party could catch the traces, like "blasphemer" Amon who was dangerous to the mysterious space above the gray fog, and he didn't want to confirm it. After all, Amon was just a clone at the time, and the high-ranking blood race now has a high probability is the ontology.

There is no need to take risks on insignificant things, even if you want to understand the true purpose of the blood race... And there is no other way... Klein looked at Emlyn White in the "artificial sleepwalking" state and smiled. He said to himself: "I can delay the response..."

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, until Emlyn White left the protection, and wait until the blood race gave up on this matter, and then respond suddenly!

However, there is a prerequisite for this, first use divination to confirm the degree of risk.

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"Tail Swallower... just like that river?" Derrick Berg suddenly had an association.

"Demon Hunter" Colin nodded solemnly: "Yes.

"This means we may have stepped into a river we can't leave, end to end.

"Fortunately, this should just be some power left by that Angel of Destiny, and he didn't hide here."

No, it's not possible, but certain, and long ago... Derrick responded in his heart.

At this time, Colin took out a small dark red metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

His light blue eyes quickly faded and turned silvery, and in the end, they even straightened up, reflecting the figure of the little boy Jack.

A little spark-like silver light was excited in his eyes, sometimes hovering, sometimes colliding, extremely violent.

Zheng!

"Demon Hunter" Colin first inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground, then pulled out another straight sword with his backhand, and smeared it with golden grease like sunlight.

Upon discovering this movement, the expression of the little boy Jack changed, as if a thick shadow had enveloped him.

Before he opened his mouth, "Demon Hunter" Colin moved. He drew out the long sword on the ground, leaving a vague figure on the spot.

The golden and silver shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground hall, and the light in front of the little boy Jack was the strongest.

After a shrill scream, darkness shrouded the altar again.

The little boy Jack stood on the spot without moving half a step, but the face between the chest and abdomen was gone, leaving only the hollow where the squirming internal organs could be seen.

A few meters away from Jack, "Demon Hunter" Colin crouched on the ground with his swords hanging down.

In front of him, the face was torn apart and reduced to scattered eyes, nose and mouth.

These organs were twitching and bouncing like electric shocks, and soon came to a standstill, decaying at a very high speed, just like it should have been.

In an instant, Derrick felt an invisible, water-wall-like barrier protruding from his surroundings, and it shattered silently. JrNovels.com