"Level 1 chaos spell, spark!"
George snapped his fingers, and when the fire elements on his fingertips rubbed against each other, a burst of 360-degree sparks erupted!
Under the influence of the spell, the intense light and heat burst out in an instant, frightening the ponies under the crotches of the mercenaries on the opposite side. They turned forward and backward one by one, and few riders could hold them down!
George had long seen that the equipment and horses of these people had just been snatched. The cold scimitar might not recognize its owner, but cultivating a tacit understanding with the horses could not be achieved overnight. . In this case, the little pony that was supposed to improve their combat effectiveness has become their biggest weakness!
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
George pulled out the Vampire's Kiss from behind, and the blood-red lines on the blade flashed brightly and dimly. With Xantos at full speed, one man and one rider could be said to be like a tiger entering the flock, killing wantonly.
After using Vampire's Kiss for the first time and feeling the excitement transmitted to the body after the blade touched the blood, George completely fell in love with the feeling of holding this dagger.
No, it's not just like it, it can even be said to be a bit addictive.
On the battlefield with the roar of horse hooves, George completely left acceleration and movement to Xantos on his crotch, while he was like a never-ending meat grinder, focusing on deadly and efficient slashing movements!
George could feel that every time his sword blade penetrated the enemy's body, hot blood poured into the blood groove of the sword blade, like touching a long-dried sponge, and was absorbed by the sword body in an instant. Abundant blood energy was transmitted into George's body through the hilt of the sword, and all his limbs and bones were shaken! Not only is the physical energy constantly being replenished, but the occasional wounds on the body are all healed the moment the blood donation energy passes through.
"Is this the true power of the vampire blood in my body? It's so enjoyable! So happy!"
George, who was so intoxicated with killing, didn't even notice that the corners of his mouth had been raised at some point, and his pupils were constantly glowing with a coquettish red light.
"The God of Light is above, he is a devil! He is a devil! Run away!"
George waved his dagger, killing chickens and mowing grass, which frightened the mercenaries who were licking the blood from the blades. Those mercenaries standing in the back row who were still lucky enough to be alive quickly stopped rushing forward and wanted to escape. This is a land of right and wrong.
However, how could George, who was so jealous, let go of these cooked ducks!
"Level 2 death spell, fear ripple!"
With the help of the Book of the Dead, George waved his hand, and mysterious magic waves spread rapidly along the ground. The little ponies who had finally managed to take steps and ran fell to the ground one after another under the influence of the ripples of fear. They were trembling and did not dare to make any move, while the mercenaries on their backs were thrown away by the sudden brake and fell to pieces.
After seeing that the last dozen or so mercenaries were unable to escape, George was very satisfied with the spell just now. He jumped off Xantos and slowly walked towards the group of mercenaries, the smile on his lips becoming more ferocious!
A smile like death!
"Strong man, spare your life!"
"Strong man, please let me live!"
"God of Light, I was really wrong, please forgive me!"
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The mercenaries who still had some strength to spare knelt down and begged for mercy. However, they soon realized that for George now, their confession was not as attractive as the blood in their bodies.
Whenever George strolled past them, their bodies would quickly dry up without warning. Under the influence of the blood control technique, all the hot blood was extracted from the body by George, and then fully absorbed by the vampire's kiss. .
And after every vampire kiss absorbed all the blood, George would squint his eyes and look intoxicated.
This feeling of disobedience was like the dagger he held in his hand was not the third-level magic weapon Vampire's Kiss, but a huge syringe that was continuously injecting high-concentration stimulants into his body. !
The killing cycle continued like this, until the last mercenary who wanted to fight back turned into a lifeless and shriveled corpse, and then it came to an abrupt end!
