Even if it is controlled by a gold-level psychic master, a small mistake is enough to send Murphy to the other side of the world. The most terrifying thing is that he may not be intact when he lands.

And the worst-case scenario is that those unlucky ones who die in the astral realm and are sent back to the living world may bring some "dirty things" from the astral realm.

"I swear I'll never use this damn thing again!"

Murphy rubbed his head and complained harshly in the shadow of the woods.

Although all five SCs recorded in the battle record in front of him were successful, the intense headache after returning to the material world still made the vampire lord feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

And he had it all figured out.

Maxim next to him no longer looked like a macho man, he covered his mouth with a pale face and rushed behind the tree next to him.

Mrs. Adele also looked like a beauty frowning and Xi Shi was applauding her. It looked like she needed to rest for dozens of minutes to regain her fighting strength.

"There are still five and a half hours until the sun goes down. We will set off at dusk."

Murphy waved his hand and said to the eight vampires behind him:

"Now you can move around freely and rest for a while. All the vampires near Bataxin have gathered here. From such a distance, I can feel that at least 70 of my compatriots are sleeping among them, and there are also a few smells that do not belong to blood vultures.

.”

He threw the remaining vampire killer sword oil from the last battle to Madame Adele and Maxim, took out the arrows soaked in day potion and put them into the quiver of the miser's hand crossbow, and finally reached out for the magic sword at his waist.

Go up and take a picture.

Earl Cadman tugged on his scarlet cloak and whispered:

"Well, tonight the Demon Blade will be able to feast on the delicious blood and become stronger again. Everyone, please behave decently in this first battle as a new blood vulture!"

——

At dusk and almost evening, a convoy of two carriages was approaching the city of Batasin from the direction of the Kafhoka Great Plains.

Driving the car were several armed blood servants, and outside the convoy there was a blood servant guard composed of 20 cuirassiers. This formation looked like a vampire traveling.

In the second carriage was an exquisite black cold wood coffin, exuding a faint fragrance.

However, its owner did not choose to sleep at dusk. On the contrary, the owner was sitting in a carriage decorated with black velvet seats, reading a golden book of poetry in his hand, allowing the scorching sunlight at dusk to penetrate.

Through the gap between the carriage curtains, it fell into this dark place.

It was the "His Highness" who had contacted the Thorn Vampire Vesta last night.

He looks thin and tall, with his blond hair combed into an adult look, but his serious face still has a "childlike quality".

He shouldn't be too old.

And although this guy's handsomeness cannot be compared with Sir Murphy's, he has regular facial features and an inimitable "majesty" that makes him look quite as beautiful as a little male dog.

The Thorn Swordsman's light armor is also different from other Thorn vampires.

Not only is it decorated with the coat of arms of the Thorn clan, but it also has a shield-shaped wolf-headed white mountain emblem, which represents his other identity besides being a vampire.

Earl of White Mountain, leader of the White Mountain Faction.

"boom"

A loud noise sounded in front, causing the carriage approaching the small town to stop.

The surrounding cavalry formed a well-trained escort formation, and "Your Highness", who was interrupted from reading the poem, frowned and asked using onomatopoeia:

"What happened up front?"

"It's an explosion, Your Highness. There was an explosion in the city of Batasin, and it was obviously not the first one. Smoke was coming out from many places in the city, and fighting was taking place there! In addition, our communication with Vesta cannot be connected. You

Something may have happened to the attendant."

The vampire scout in the carriage ahead responded immediately, which made His Highness, who didn't like being late or unexpected, very dissatisfied.

He put his hand on the golden-gray noble sword at his waist, and clouds of ice mist visible to the naked eye emitted from his fingers.

He said:

"Then why are you still standing there? Shouldn't family members go to help when they are in danger? Vesta has served me for sixteen years, and he does not deserve such an ending."

"But Your Highness, your safety."

"The battlefield is right in front of me. What do you mean, you want me to flee on the land where my ancestors fought?"

"No, Your Highness!"

A few seconds later, the two carriages and the surrounding cavalry guards accelerated towards Bataxin City. At the same time, in the house of the Thorn Clan's contact point in the small city, Maxim dragged the blood-eaten man to death like a dog.

The thorn vampire Vesta, whose eyes were blinded by a spiritual vulture and whose leg was bitten off by a giant astral wolf, was dragged to Murphy.

Count Cadman sat on the only intact chair in the room, holding the magic sword in both hands.

He wore a vampire dance mask to cover his eyes and stuck it on the bridge of his nose. His scarlet eyes stared at the foreign compatriots who were in severe pain but gritted their teeth to prevent them from moaning cowardly.

After a few seconds of observation, he said:

"So, tell me, what are the uninvited guests of the Thorn Clan planning to do when they extend their hands into the territory of the Blood Vulture Clan?"

"You are crazy!"

The miserable vampire Vesta endured the pain and said in a dumb voice:

"There are only a few of you. There are more than 70 vampires in this city! You are dead!"

"Now there are only 53 left."

Murphy corrected him gently:

"My warriors hunt down traitors under the blessing of the blazing sun much faster than you imagine. I must admit with pride and expectation that they are already qualified vampire killers! When the power of the Mother of Night comes down,

In the future, they will surely have more amazing harvests.

But I guess these things have nothing to do with you. I will ask you one last time calmly, foreigner!

What do you rude Yankees want to do here?"

"Let him go!"

Amidst the cold scolding, a figure burst out of the door, interrupting the initial inquiry.

Murphy looked forward. He noticed the unique coat of arms on the other party's body, and recognized the other party's identity through the heraldry in his mind.

Then he stood up, holding a sword in one hand and stroking his shoulder with the other. He leaned over to the visitor gracefully and said:

"Ah, your uninvited lord, I salute you, one blood count to another. But it is very dishonorable for you to step into my territory with a sword. I will give you three seconds to throw it away.

.Well, it seems that you don't intend to end this conflict decently.

very nice!
Chapter completed!