People are pirates, and a sheep comes to open the gate of heaven

"You will never have the chance to see those things in your life."

Upon hearing that the veteran opposite was still thinking about using the memory of vampires in his mind to enhance himself, Orn unconsciously let out a cold snort from his nose.

At the same time, Mjolnir's hand reappeared with dazzling lightning.

The thunder shot straight into the sky, seeming to attract the thunder from outside.

Boom!

The lightning pillar, which was as thick as a bucket, struck the position where Redfield was standing before, but was easily dodged by him with his arrogant aura:

"It's too slow. Such an attack can't do anything to me!"

As he spoke, Redfield made another move. His sight was firmly locked on Ornn's movements, and the Bat Umbrella Sword in his hand burned with purple-black weapon-colored arrogance.

Advanced armed color entanglement. Internal destruction!

Ding! ! !

The blade of the umbrella sword pierced Ornn's chest, but failed to pierce the dark skin covered with armament colors.

The power of internal destruction seeped into the body, causing Aoun's body to tremble slightly, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"How arrogant are you? You don't want to dodge my attack?"

Redfield snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with being underestimated by Aoun.

"It's not arrogance, it's a strategy!"

Ornn grinned at him.

next second...

buzz~

The earth trembled strangely at this moment, and countless fine black sand flew up from the ground entangled with countless small thunder snakes.

This is the sand and iron hidden under the earth!

A large amount of black sand and iron quickly took shape under the influence of Mjolnir's electromagnetic force, and in an instant countless dark blades formed to surround Redfield.

"The magma can't do anything to you, so how about trying this!"

While speaking, Aoun was already controlling these small but sharp sand-iron blades to spin and stab at Redfield.

This move...

A look of shock appeared in Redfield's eyes.

Through seeing and hearing Aoun's mind, he successfully judged the viciousness of this move.

These iron sands are not only extremely sharp, but also have strong penetration ability.

A scratched wound will seep into his body, causing him secondary damage.

Can't use fragile bat clones to resist!

If you use the bat clone and suffer secondary damage, even you will die!

In desperation, Redfield could only mobilize all his armed domineering energy to cover his body, and at the same time flap his wings desperately to try to escape from the siege of sand and iron.

Shoulders, waist, chest, thighs...

The expensive dress on his body was riddled with holes by the sand-iron blade. Several parts were cut with small wounds because the armed color covering them was not solid enough. Although they were clearly blessed by the armed color, they were still cut with small wounds.

The iron sand penetrated deeply into the wound, causing a strong itching sensation and completely immersing the wound into a pitch black color.

"This doesn't feel good!" Aoun said with a cruel smile.

"Compared with the pain I endured in Pushing City, it's nothing!"

Redfield smiled slightly, and in the next second, jet-black blood arrows spurted out from the wounds in his body and shot towards Ornn.

"Did you force the iron sand out of the body by manipulating the blood in the body? The old man's combat IQ is quite high."

But, how powerful can such a blood arrow be?

Aoun did not dodge and allowed these blood arrows to pierce his body.

His current body cannot be damaged even by ordinary swords and guns, so how can he be afraid of these blood arrows made of blood.

puff puff~

Just as Aoun expected, when the blood arrow hit his body surface, it failed to cause any damage at all, and turned into blood droplets and splashed on his body.

A pointless attack.

Aoun withdrew his gaze and raised the fulcrum of the world in his right hand again, originally wanting to give Redfield a hit to make the old guy remember.

But when he raised his hand, he noticed a numbness on his body.

He looked down and saw countless tiny bats crawling on his body like locusts!

These guys were frantically sucking the blood from his body, and in just the blink of an eye, they swelled to the size of an ordinary bat.

How can you still play like this?

Even the blood forced out of the body can be regarded as part of the body and turned into a bat?

snort~

Golden magma emerged on the surface of Ornn's body, trying to burn these bats to ashes one by one.

Most of the bats turned into charcoal because they were unable to dodge, but there were some that were light and agile and flew back to Redfield early in the morning with fluttering wings.

The bat that flew back into his body was once again converted into pure blood that poured into Redfield's body.

This caused a drunken look to appear on the old man's face, and the injuries on his body began to recover quickly visibly to the naked eye.

"Your physical fitness is indeed extraordinary. Just a little blood like this makes me feel at least three to five years younger!"

The old man clenched his fists excitedly:

"I'm getting closer and closer to peak power! And this is just the beginning. If I can completely suck you dry, how far can I grow?"

hum!

As he spoke, a terrifying force burst out from Redfield's body.

It is the domineering and domineering look!

As the body gradually returns to its peak, the old man's overbearing domineering energy has also awakened again!

As the "Aloof Red" who can be as famous as Roger Whitebeard on his own, his attainments in overlord color are naturally not bad at all!

Redfield rotated the umbrella sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was visibly wrapped with black and red overlord-colored thunder.

Along with this rotation, his speed became faster and faster.

Redfield's figure flashed and he quickly approached Ornn in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Aoun's pupils shrank, and just when he was about to raise the fulcrum of the world to block it, a handful of blood exploded on his body surface.

How can this be?

Just as this thought came to his mind, a handful of blood burst out from his waist again.

Redfield appeared in front of Ornn like a ghost, licking the blood on the umbrella sword like an old pervert. With every lick, the excitement on his face became more obvious, and the aura on his body became more and more obvious. A lot of tyranny.

Whoosh~!

His figure disappeared again, and the next second, he appeared again behind Aoun.

A splash of blood burst out on Aoun's thigh.

"I never thought I could compare with Roger and Whitebeard. I have seen the battles between them and heard the pride in their hearts.

That kind of strength and that kind of courage convinced me. I knew that I couldn't compare to them. "

"But now... I can feel that the gap between me and them is gradually shortening. Eric Aoun, all this is thanks to you!"