As a strong person!

The Duke of Pomerol does not believe in evil.

But the situation in front of me is indeed a bit strange.

"Ah! What on earth are you?"

The Duke of Pomerol, who did not believe in evil, mobilized his huge blood energy and instantly increased the speed and intensity of his attacks, trying to drown Marquis Dante in the phantom of his corpse claws.

"Go to hell!"

Duke Pomerol roared loudly.

"If you kill me, it's better to kill me. What's the ghost's name?"

Marquis Dante responded coldly.

The Duke of Pomerol, who was stimulated, attacked even faster.

But what Duke Pomerol finds hard to accept is... when his sharp claws are about to tear Marquis Dante's body apart, silver ripples always appear, transforming into palms and shields to block his attack.

This incredible defensive method was something that Duke Pomeran had never heard of or seen before.

finally!

The angry Duke no longer cared about his image and suddenly displayed his ability to transform into a beast.

Duke Bomir, who was in his normal human form a second ago, suddenly had his neck swelled, his face suddenly twisted and cracked, his jaw and teeth suddenly protruded, and his stork bones and jaw bones grew suddenly.

Suddenly!

Duke Bomir transformed into a terrifying beast form.

This beast looks like a wolf, but not a wolf, but not a bat, but no matter what it is, as a species, it has a terrifying sense of oppression.

The Duke of Bomir, in his bestial form, has rows of staggered teeth that shine with a cold light that only metal can emit!

"Suffer death!"

Duke Pomerol roared, like a poisonous snake devouring a mole, and bit Marquis Dante.

Grandma, I am planning to eat Marquis Dante with three mouthfuls of one pig.

Face the Duke’s bloody mouth!

Marquis Dante did not make any response. On the contrary, there was even a trace of sarcasm on the Marquis' face.

This sarcastic expression in the eyes of the already crazy Duke was simply a naked provocation!

This undoubtedly made the Duke even more angry.

The Duke has secretly made up his mind to smash this guy like a walnut and eat the kernels!

However!

Things are far trickier than the Duke imagined!

With this bite, instead of eating the walnut kernel, the Duke's teeth were broken!

I saw that with Marquis Dante's body as the outline, a silver barrier wrapped up Marquis Dante like sugar coating!

I don’t know what this protective shield is, but with the Duke’s terrifying bite force, I can’t even penetrate it at all.

Not only that, the Duke's teeth were shattered.

This is too scary.

The Duke, who suffered a big loss, immediately covered his cheek and retreated.

But at this time, Marquis Dante sneered and said: "How can it be so easy to run away after the fight? It's not polite to come back and forth, and you can bite my claws!"

While speaking, Marquis Dante had already taken action.

Because the Duke of Pomerol was so focused on attacking, he was left with insufficient backhand when defending.

Duke Pomeran never thought that Marquis Dante was still qualified to fight back!

it's good now!

Dante thrust out a claw and pierced Duke Pomerol's neck directly.

The blood flowed out like a faucet was turned on. Thanks to the Duke's astuteness, he made a choice between life and death and gave up, so his neck was only pierced.

If the Duke retreats too slowly, there is no doubt that Marquis Dante will have his head ripped off.

"What kind of monster are you?" Duke Pomerol covered his neck and trembled with fear.

Just now, I walked through the gate of hell, and I felt really bad.

"This is not a real ability. What is protecting you?"

Duke Pomerol exclaimed.

"Hehehehe." Marquis Dante sneered: "I can't believe that, as the leader of a clan, you don't even recognize what I have on me!"

After hearing Marquis Dante's words, Duke Pomerol's expression became strange.

That’s right!

Duke Bomir knew that Marquis Dante had something on him, but he didn’t know what it was!

But for no reason, Duke Pomerol felt a sense of déjà vu.

This feeling is inexplicably familiar, but I can't put it in words.

"What on earth is it?" Duke Pomerol didn't care about his injuries at all, he just stared at Marquis Dante.

Duke Pomerol was convinced that something very important had been overlooked in his memory!

Marquis Dante had no hidden intentions.

The old guy slowly said: "Your Majesty, have you lived too long and forgotten the betrayal?"

"Betrayal? What betrayal?" The Duke showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Are you members of the Sabbat Alliance so forgetful? Back then, you snatched part of the remains of the ancestor and took away the authentic artifacts left by the ancestor, but you forgot to take away the Three Sacred Artifacts!" Marquis Dante said calmly.

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"Three Holy Weapons!"

When Duke Pomerol heard this, his expression suddenly changed: "What's on your body is..."

"That's right! What I'm wearing is the magic armor left behind by the ancestor."

Marquis Dante said extremely arrogantly.

"Assholes! How could you possibly do this?"

Duke Pomeran's expression was extremely shocked, even a little scared.

"What can't be done?" Marquis Dante said calmly.

Duke Bomir screamed in horror: "How can a descendant of mixed blood like you use the magic armor of the ancestor? Even those of us with the rank of duke cannot use the things left by the ancestor!

How could you..."??

Marquis Dante sneered: "Who said we can't use it? Didn't I use it?"

As he spoke, Dante raised his left hand, and saw a huge silver arc of light emerging from the corpse's claws, which was of a metallic color.

This transformation from formless and insubstantial to tangible and qualitative in an instant carries with it the essence of creation, which is breathtaking.

"How did you do it?"

Duke Pomerol exclaimed.

Marquis Dante sneered: "How I did it, of course I can't tell you, it's the secret of our Secret Alliance!"

As he spoke, Marquis Dante pressed forward step by step, and Duke Pomerol couldn't help but retreat.

Duke Bomir looked panicked, and then said: "I understand... you must be magic armor powered by the blood of the ancestors, but how dare you desecrate the blood of the ancestors like this?"

"Blasphemy? Why do you guys from the Sabbat Alliance have the nerve to say this? Have you done enough things to blaspheme the ancestors over the years? Don't think we don't know, your research is far more filthy than ours!"

At this point, Marquis Dante seemed to have lost his interest in conversation: "Okay, Sir Duke, it's time for you to hit the road! By killing you, the power of the Sabbat Alliance will be reduced by one point, and the balance of victory will continue to favor our Secret Alliance.

Tilt! One day, we will completely exterminate you guys who betrayed the will of the ancestor, so that the ancestor can rest in peace in heaven."

After saying this, Marquis Dante pointed his finger at Duke Pomerol, and a silver arrow escaped from his fingers.

The next second, a bloody hole was pierced through Bomir's body.

"ah!"

The Duke of Pomerre screamed in agony, but he had no trace of grace and could only flee in panic.

That’s right!

In front of the ancestor's magic armor, even as a Duke, he is as humble as an ant.

The Duke, who had lost his fighting spirit, was severely wounded, but he did not have the courage to turn around and fight again, so he could only run away like a bereaved dog.

"Want to run? Is it too late?"
To be continued...