"Chu Yuan, don't lie down." Linn patted Chu Yuan who was still pretending to be dead and motionless on the ground. She really didn't understand the ideas of the guys from the Second Court. "It's time now, do you still have the heart to make trouble?"

However, Chu Yuan was still motionless. Linn couldn't help but get angry, so he grabbed Chu Yuan's shoulder and turned him over. Then she realized that the man with glasses had a sharp scalpel inserted into his neck. Because the ground was covered with blood from Dracula before, the blood flowing from the wound on his neck did not make others notice it for a moment.

"Damn!" Linn quickly took out the radio and contacted Ma Shuangcheng, "Captain, something happened to Chu Yuan!"

"What!" Because Zhu Jue and Dracula changed positions up and down, Ma Shuangcheng, who was constantly changing directions in the ruins, was finally approaching the place where Zhu Jue and Dracula fell just now. He was also very surprised when he heard Linn's report, "What's going on? Except Dracula, all other enemies should have been wiped out!"

"It's Jack!" Linn said, looking at the scalpel.

"Didn't that guy have been beaten up by me?" Ma Shuangcheng was stunned when he heard this, and then immediately reacted, "Damn it, I'm careless..."

"...I forgot too." Linn said gritting his teeth, "Don't we have a side mission to kill Jack. Later, because the main mission had no time, it was temporarily stranded. As a result, I didn't even remember that if Jack really died under your gun, then there should be a prompt after he died..."

"So where is that guy now?" Ma Shuangcheng asked immediately.

Linn is heading towards the location where Jack's headless corpse was supposed to be. At this time, nothing existed. His actions were silent. Because of the fierce battle just now, everyone ignored such a body that had long been without a head.

"It's gone..." Linn replied. "I suspect he seems to have super regeneration ability like the werewolf he encountered on Tower Bridge last time..."

"You go and take care of Li Wushang immediately. This situation cannot happen again... If you find something wrong, you will immediately launch a counterattack." Ma Shuangcheng sighed, "Most of the time has passed, and I will go to help Zhujue, you must be careful."

He put away the radio. Ma Shuangcheng shook his head helplessly. Fortunately, it was Chu Yuan who was in trouble. To be honest, it was not certain whether that guy was useful or not. In comparison, Li Wushang, who is also a newcomer, obviously can play a stronger ability than Chu Yuan.

Then Ma Shuangcheng calmed down and continued to carefully head towards the landing point between Zhu Jue and Dracula just now.

This landing point is quite far away from the port, located in the center of East City, London. Unlike the specially cleaned port area, there are ordinary people living in the center of this London slum. Although most people have been attacked and turned into ghouls, they dissolved with the river of blood when Dracula summoned blood. However, in the warehouses of the coastal factories and in various enclosed building spaces, there are quite a few people hiding. Although they may be less than one percent of the victims, there are hundreds. At this time, they are hiding in the dark corner, trembling and curling up, hoping that the disaster at this time is just a nightmare. It will pass soon.

Zhu Jue staggered up, and almost all the exoskeletons covered with him were shattered and fell off in the collision. The twisted flesh and blood corroded by the dark magic energy below were exposed. The white bone wings behind him were bent there, leaving only two bone stubble exposed, and the horns on his head were broken to less than one-third. The black demonized blood dripped from each wound on the ground. The blood seemed to be boiling halfway, emitting black mist.

However, facing Dracula ahead, Zhu Jue still pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a somewhat hideous smile.

After Dracula was hit directly by Zhu Jue, his body had completely broken into flesh and blood under the destruction of the powerful dark magic energy and impact force. Only his cloak was nailed to the ground by Zhu Jue's broken horns, fluttering in the wind.

But soon Zhu Jue stopped laughing. He saw the flesh and blood begin to wriggle and reunited together again. The blood of the innocent people around him turned into a vortex, constantly injecting into the flesh and blood, providing the energy of rebirth.

Zhu Jue smacked his lips and wanted to make a sound of mockery, but his lungs were completely destroyed by the impact when he had just destroyed them. There was no way to make a sound.

Seeing that the flesh and blood were about to be reborn, Zhu Jue widened his eyes and wanted to fire a magic eye ray to destroy the flesh and blood, but he did not react at all. Only then did he realize that his eyes had been completely destroyed just now. At this time, what he saw came from the vision of his soul, not the eyes on the **.

"If there wasn't so much blood, I might have died in your hands." Finally, the blood and flesh had been reborn. Dracula, who had condensed into a blood-colored dress, pulled up the half of Zhu Jue's horn under her feet, felt the dark magic energy contained in it, and threw it aside, put on the cloak nailed to the ground with the horns, and then said to Zhu Jue, "Those guys destroyed my coffin, destroying my own power of rebirth. But this place is London after all, and there is as much blood as you want."

"Do you... still... so much blood?" Zhu Jue, whose lungs were completely damaged, swallowed a mouthful of air, borrowed the fairly complete stomach to discharge the gas, trembling the esophagus and making a sound. His language was no longer the strange and chaotic words he had just said, but it became even more astringent and gloomy.

At this time, the river of blood had almost dried up under Dracula's abilities to mobilize and rebirth, and only a shallow layer of blood remained.

"It's enough..." Dracula's rebirth this time did not grow the pair of bat wings. He seemed to realize that he could not tolerate such consumption, but he looked at Zhu Jue and shook his head gently, "From your appearance, you can't maintain this state for how long, right?"

Unlike Dracula who can be reborn, Zhu Jue can only be strengthened by consuming his body under the demonization of the dark magic energy. But at this time there was no extra part for Zhu Jue to sacrifice, after all, he had already sacrificed his whole body.

"You... can... come and try..." Zhu Jue felt his flesh and blood throbbing uneasy. Under the instigation of the Dark Magic Energy, they wanted to break away from Zhu Jue's restraint and control and become independent existences. Even if he wanted to call those Dark Magic Energy to launch an attack, he still could not calm down his uneasy power. This was a sign that Zhu Jue's time was almost exhausted. He bent down slightly, made an attacking posture, and then turned around and escaped without saying a word.

"... Do you want to escape at this time?" Dracula followed Zhu Jue slowly. Every step he took seemed very smooth, but he could appear dozens of meters away in an instant. Every time he walked, a blood-built platform supported his body, completely ignoring the existence of those obstacles.

Seeing that Dracula was about to catch up with Zhu Jue, a light spot suddenly flashed in the distance, and then the light spots immediately spread into countless barrages, covering hundreds of meters of radius, which made Dracula, who was about to catch up with Zhu Jue, suddenly had to stop moving forward, spread a blood shield and pressed it above, blocking the explosion of the barrages.

"It's done...well, old horse!" Zhu Jue couldn't help but say, looking at Ma Shuangcheng who was climbing on a chimney in the distance. Then he broke through the wall of a factory warehouse next to him and rushed in.

"Struggle to death..." Dracula threw a blood blade at Ma Shuangcheng. She cut the chimney dozens of meters high into a piece of gravel. Ma Shuangcheng seemed to know that he could only delay Dracula for a while. After firing that barrage, he immediately jumped out of the chimney. Although he was not pressed under the gravel, he probably would be injured after landing. He would not cause a second obstacle to Dracula for a while.

"You can't escape." Then Dracula walked to the warehouse, stretched out his hand, and swept the entire brick and stone wall, exposing everything in the warehouse.

"Who said I was going to escape?" Zhu Jue held an ordinary citizen in his hand and looked at Dracula. The warehouse was hiding nearby workers who escaped during the London riots. They seemed to use their labor tools to fight back a wave of ghouls and wisely cleared the infected people. There were still many corpses in the corner of the warehouse that had not changed into ghouls and had their heads smashed by shovels. These almost a hundred people blocked the iron gate of the warehouse, tremblingly crowded together like sardines, but Zhu Jue rushed in used pollution to harvest all their souls.

Although these souls are not powerful, at least after being converted into magic, you can comfort Zhu Jue's body, which is scattered everywhere and difficult to control the aggregated dark magic energy.

"What a pity, my original sacrificial technique cannot sacrifice others. Otherwise, after devouring their souls, there will be so many bodies that can be used as sacrifices... It seems that if I can go back, I need to do more strengthening in this regard." Zhu Jue sighed when the corpse in my hand was thrown on the ground.

Then Zhu Jue poured all the dark magic energy that could be controlled into his spine. The flesh and blood on his back was immediately broken, and the demonized spine drilled out of Zhu Jue's body. Unlike the demonized sword obtained after the last sacrifice of his spine, this spine not only connected to Zhu Jue's brain, brain stem, and the ribs that penetrated the lungs were also separated from the bone plates in his chest, but also maintained a connection with the spine. The shape of this demonized spine was like a terrifying bone totem, and all the nerves of Zhu Jue were wrapped around it.

The nerves hooked up with each other, forming a new demonic eye, and the remaining ribs were dismantled one after another, reconstructed into a row of white bone wings. Zhu Jue's body was also twisted into a chaotic form, turning into a flesh-and-blooded seat carrying the demonized spine. After receiving the supplement just now, Zhu Jue forced the restless and scattered dark magic energy in his body again, and then he gave up the control of the unified dark magic energy and allowed the dark magic energy to show it in the expected posture. The dark magic energy was completely out of Zhu Jue's control. At this time, Zhu Jue's will and ideas were no longer important, and even the soul was completely suppressed by the dark magic energy. If Zhu Jue's soul was not still maintaining this body, perhaps this dark magic energy would completely swallow his soul unscrupulously.

Logically speaking, this situation should be a sign that after the sacrifice reaches a certain level, the dark demon can swallow the will of the sacrificer and will appear in the present world.

"What exactly is this?" Dracula's heart flashed with uneasiness and immediately chose to retreat. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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