The Immortal in Marvel

The silver dagger pierced Feith's head deeply, but he didn't disappear like an ordinary vampire.

Feith's blood-red eyes stared at the Blade warrior, showing a mocking smile: "It's useless, now I'm like you, I don't have the weakness of a vampire, these methods can't kill me!"

Suddenly, Feth's figure rose violently.

His speed is extremely fast, so fast that even the dynamic vision of the Blade fighter is difficult to capture, waving his arms brings up an afterimage, and the wind pressure roars towards~ The Blade fighter is swept away!

"Boom!!"

Accompanied by the dull impact sound, the Blade soldier spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out of the altar in an instant, and fell heavily in front of Lu Chuang.

On the altar, Feith reached out and pulled out the silver dagger stuck in his head. The flesh and blood around the wound healed quickly like a torrent of dark plasma, which also showed that the silverware had no effect on him at all.

Lu Chuang threw a purification to the Blade warrior, and the Blade warrior's injury was slowly repairing.

He reluctantly stood up, looked at Feith with a solemn expression, and said in a low voice: "Damn, there seems to be something wrong with this guy Feith. Now his strength and speed are stronger than those of pure blood."

"See, I'm not blind.

Lu Chuang narrowed his eyes. In his eyes, Feith's soul was like a meat dumpling soaked in a pool of blood, filled with rich blood-colored energy. If he guessed correctly, the energy should be the reason why Feith became stronger.

Lu Chuang licked his tongue.

He could feel the mana in his body becoming active, sending him a signal of desire.

I don't know how much mana the blood god can add to him.

Firth noticed Lu Chuang's malicious eyes, snorted coldly, and easily pinched the silver dagger in his hand: "You are not a vampire, nor are you that blood-sucking bastard Blade, who are you?"

Lu Chuang's disguised identity was discovered.

This is the first time Lu Chuang has been seen through the disguise since he got the camouflage technique.

However, Lu Chuang was not surprised either. After thinking about it, he knew that Feith must have some ability to perceive the blood of a vampire, so that he would find out that he is not a vampire.

Lu Chuang used camouflage to change into a familiar black robe, with a silver cross necklace hanging around his neck, and his words were pious and gentle: "I am the agent of the Lord, the spokesperson of God's punishment on earth."

In order to be more in line with the image of the priest, Lu Chuang deliberately changed into the image of a gray-haired middle-aged man, who looks like an honest man handing out leaflets on the street.

"Father?"

Feith frowned slightly, a priest and a half-vampire, what kind of weird team is this?

But Firth didn't pay much attention to it. In his eyes, the Blade warrior and Lu Chuang were already two Deadmen. Even if Lu Chuang was a priest, he could still transform, so he would die in his hands in the end.

Feith showed his white fangs, and said disdainfully: "From now on, no one can block the way of vampires, and human beings will be driven off the world stage by us soon, and become slaves and food of vampires, and I, Dickon Fez, will be the king of all vampires!"

Lu Chuang said cheerfully: "Just now, the few remaining vampires were all killed by you yourself, where did we come from.

Felston choked for a moment, and he glared at Lu Chuang fiercely: "Those useless wastes will die as soon as they die, give me a little time, and I will be able to rebuild a larger army of vampires. Cities are our base camps."

Lu Chuang sneered, he didn't look very good, but he thought it was pretty.

If you are really asked to form a vampire army, S.H.I.E.L.D will be the first to come to you. Nick Fury will definitely not let vampires play monsters in his territory. Maybe they suddenly rise up and decide to form Avengers in advance. Take this first A group of vampires came to do the surgery.

What's more, Nick Fury still has a secret weapon in his hand, a certain aunt who is light-years away from the earth, if you recruit her back, no matter how many vampire legions you give you, it will be useless.

...asking for flowers...

When Feith heard Lu Chuang's laughter, his eyes instantly turned cold: "You're looking for death!"

After saying that, Feith jumped from the altar, turning into a black shadow and attacking Lu Chuang.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Smelling the bloody wind coming towards him, Lu Chuang didn't change his face, and two modified pistols appeared in his hands and fired at Feith.

A trace of fear flashed in Feith's eyes. He who became a blood god was extremely sensitive to special energy. He could feel that the energy attached to the bullet was the same as the energy in the bag.

.

Thinking of the bag of blood that almost killed him, Feith didn't take it hard, but chose to dodge. Now his speed is completely capable of dodging bullets.

Just as Feith sideways dodged the bullets, the trajectories of the two bullets suddenly changed, drawing a strange arc in the air, and then collided in mid-air, a bullet hit Feith's back unexpectedly.

"ah!!"

Feth howled miserably, clutching his back in pain.

I saw a small area on his back that resembled burning marks, and the bullet's damage to him was almost negligible, but the holy energy made him unbearably painful.

However, Feith's wound still healed, but the speed of healing was much slower than before.

"Hahaha, I told you, you guys can't kill me!" Feith laughed triumphantly.

Seeing this scene, the Blade fighter frowned: "Could it be that the Holy Light doesn't even work?"

Mana doesn't work?

Lu Chuang narrowed his eyes, no, it still works.

He could clearly see the mana eroding Feith's soul, but it was quickly extinguished by the bloody energy in Feith's body.

However, the blood pool seemed to have decreased a little, but it wasn't very obvious, that is to say, before the blood energy in the blood pool was completely consumed, Feith could recover like this constantly.

In this regard, Lu Chuang was not disappointed.

He raised his two guns to his chest, and grinned: "Sorry, the moment you showed your blood, you were already dead."