Chapter 1928: 1928 17

Cherry blossoms keep waving the Japanese knife diligently. But it doesn't arrive.

The difference in strength was obvious. Regrettably, such a nasty man is stronger than himself.

Simple physical potential doesn't make a big difference. But the difference in skill from experience is evident.

Thomas' knife has already torn his cherry blossom body five times. My clothes are torn everywhere. He may be deliberately humiliated because of the way his clothes are cut. Sakura feels that way even when she sees her underwear starting to expose.

Cherry blossoms wield their swords with full force. Thomas takes it with one hand and brings his own snobbed face closer to the cherry blossom face.

"Ahhh... I'm here, I'm getting closer... Uhihihihi..."

Thomas laughs and tongues out at the cherry blossom face, letting him make a licking move. The act in a position that does not reach only the cherry blossom face, but is not likely to reach one's face, tastes as much anger, shame and decadence as it can actually be licked.

"You're about to taste it. Ooh. Looks like we're almost there. I wonder how your face would be distorted? What kind of voice do you gasp? How comfortable are your skin and flesh? How's the tightening going? What color is your place, your place, your important place? How does your blood taste? That kind of thing you want to know, you're about to find out. You're not gonna let me know. Okay? I don't know what to do anymore. Heh heh..."

That's all we talked about, Thomas finally let go of his knife. But I didn't stop chatting.

"I've always wondered. Maybe there's someone besides me who has similar doubts. Why would a vampire crave the blood of a young maiden, only satisfy her appetite and do so! You want to have sex! You still want to rape me! Yet all you have to do is breathe blood!? That's crazy! I mean, it's crazy because I don't offend you! Isn't everyone wondering about this!? But this adulterer Thomas is different! Women use it for nothing! End of breathing blood or something like that, I don't take care of things! It's a wasted spirit! By the way... what's your name? I want to know your name because you like it. [M] I want to call you by your name more than once when I'm cuddly with you. [M] So tell me your first name. Hey, what are you keeping quiet about? Tell me now! It feels so good to shout out the name of the person you're committing, especially in the moment of noble seeding! Don't you see that!? What's the name for in the first place? It's to make you feel better when you scream their names when you're committing it! Don't you see that? That's the manners of rape. With his name in his mouth and cuddly, he feels like he's offending his opponent's soul, even his life, and creeps himself out with the utmost dominance and accomplishment! I will engrave my presence on you as well. I will offend you with love. This is the spirit of the rapist. Rape and love are alike. Acronyms R and L. See, that's what I mean."

While Thomas is talking, the cherry blossoms keep waving their swords and attacking. Thomas was one-sided while avoiding the cherry blossom attack. Cherry blossoms didn't want to hear Thomas's disgusting claims or anything, but he's nearby, so I really get it in my ear. It's disgusting, but I stick around and listen.

(I feel like I'm about to be forgotten for the rest of my life at this point, with sooo many nasty memories engraved)

I thought so, and the cherry blossoms were soggy.

Viper's left straight had a clean hit on Alfred's face.

Nevertheless, Alefred did not flinch much, yet he stepped forward and waved his hook-clawed right hand in reverse trajectory.

Four nail marks are carved from the abdomen of the viper to the chest. Vipers accept that the wound is not deep, but the power to easily tear apart the flesh that also plays the bullet is by no means frivolous.

Alfred wields more arms. Now a viper to avoid properly.

Shortly after avoiding it, Viper turns to attack. Alfred rolls his torso and releases a middle kick, but Alfred guards with his arm. If the opponent were human, he would be crushing every arm, but Alefred, the vampire of his true ancestors, who became the second form, has taken a firm hold of Viper's blow.

(This grandfather doesn't fight in a way that relies solely on the flesh of vampires. I've seen a lot of combat experience.)

The arrow tip that Viper thought so, Alefred, opens his mouth wide and sprays something like a bright emerald green smoke.

Because it was close range, I couldn't avoid it and took a little bath in my left half.

The smoked area turns to emerald green. No, my skin and my flesh are stiff and degenerate, and they become like gems. It's as if the smoked place has become an emerald of gems.

Alfred didn't miss the gap, which was momentary but bewildering, when Viper learned of his physical changes. I sank my torso wide and swung it wide from body to body, slamming a surface kick behind the viper's knee.

Fall so that Viper's body is greatly out of balance and shuddered.

Alfred, who stood up first, now sprays crimson smoke.

(sucks......)

Viper was going to roll over and desperately dodge, but he bathed from his left leg knee down. And the feeling of the smoked area disappears.

Every trouser is like a red jewel. No, I guess I actually became a ruby, Viper decided. He said it was the ability to turn bathed objects into gems, depending on the color of smoke coming out of his mouth.

"If you use that power, can you be a billionaire? No, is it already there?

"I'm not obsessed with money. This is the power I have to arrange my blood bags as a collection. For my self-satisfaction. Of course, this way I can help fight, but I won't take you back to my house to decorate you. I'll shatter it here."

Tell Viper, who jokes and tells, that Alfred smiles too.

The viper wakes herself up and weighs on her senseless left leg. I can do something about it.

(It doesn't taste good to be hit in the leg. I can't move as much as I want. I'm not cut off, but I can support you. If we don't settle now, they'll do it...)

At the moment, Vipers are at a considerable disadvantage. The flow is in Alfred no matter what you look at it. Alefred's fighting power is also extremely high. It's not easy to reverse from here.

"What...?

Alfred raises an astonishing voice and gently presses his head.

"Somebody... are you trying to come in? Give me some water..."

Alfred's face is distorted and anger lingers in his voice.

(Resisting "Resist"? And now you're attacking Alfred... nall? trying to break in from the spiritual world)

Viper exhaled heavily. The fact that Nal has been giving a hand means that Nal thought he was a pinch.

(It was actually a pinch, so why not? This vampire grandfather, he's pretty strong...)

With that in mind, the viper touches his left foot and left half. I have a feeling. But it's still in jewelry. The sensation has returned only because Nal is assisting Viper from the spiritual world.

"Oh, my..."

Alfred finally has a distressed look on his heterogeneous senses. There the viper approached, with the center of his chest turned, releasing his full left straight again.

More powerful than before. True ancestors' second form of tough flesh is also worn, pierced through the heart, up to the elbow area of the viper, thrusting through Alfred's back.

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"Sa 'an... one hand, but it's too much for me"

Vipers grin tremendously and move their right hand fast. First, as proclaimed, he rips the meat off Alfred's left arm, and eventually his left arm falls to the floor. The viper crushes the arm he tries to regenerate by stomping on it with his feet.

Next, chip your left arm away from the base and drop it on the floor again. I stubbornly crush my fallen left arm, but also crush it as I recall my right arm trying to play it again.

The stomping work stopped. The movement of the viper itself stops for a moment.

Alefred, with his chest pierced and both arms dropped, moved his torso and bit him in the neck of the viper.

"Let's do it, Grandpa."

Even if all this is done, Viper laughs invincibly and sends praise to Alfred, who has fought back without losing any fighting spirit at all.

Viper flipped Alfred's head with one hand as he eagled the back of Alfred's head. Then he chewed up every flesh of his own, but went ready.

Alfred, with his head turned backwards 180 degrees, doesn't die to that extent because of a vampire, but his vision and sense of direction are in a state of madness. Above all, it's also damaged.

"Wow!

As the viper barked, he put his strength into his left arm with his chest pierced and pulled it down all at once, tearing the meat apart and ripping it all the way down to his crotch.

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Bark again, with a knife to return, strike the right upper against a slice of chest flesh, fists thrust through the chest, neck, and head all at once. The impact alone allowed the skull to bounce from the inside, and the brain was blown hard into the air, slamming into the ceiling.

Alfred's body falls, which has become a miserable figure. The crushed brain falls a little late. Again stubbornly stomping its fallen body, lest it regenerate. The played part is also trampled and messed up again. Alfred's blood and flesh splashes on one side of the floor around him. Vipers are bloody, of course.

I had stopped playing it anymore, but I would crush it in my mind and keep it even more finely scattered.

"Ugh..."

Hearing a familiar voice, Viper stopped the work.

"Naoki...?

When I look at the voice, Naoki appears in the fluttering footsteps from the hallway just next to where Viper was.

Naoki was clearly in strange shape. My mouth is half open, my eyes are vain, and when I look closely, my whole body is trembling. And I keep crying.

"You're dominated by great grief..."

Seeing Naoki, Naru shrugs.

"I... killed Tsukatsu... Killed...... Why not... Why did you kill him... I knew if I killed him, he'd be gone. Come on..."

Naoki and Viper met each other where she entered the entrance, whining with a plundering squeal.

(This guy... how many nights were you under the curse)

As soon as I heard Naoki crying and that dialogue, it looked that way to Viper. The fact that those who drag guilt and live, or those with strong complexes, are under a curse that amplifies those negative beliefs and leads them to madness, which means Naoki regrets and grieves for killing Makoto.

"Viper... kill me. Kill me and send me to the afterlife. That way you can meet Tsukimi. Ooh!

I amplified my killing temper as I begged, Naoki pulled out the knife and jumped on the viper.

"If you want me to kill you, don't resist. Don't attack me. You should shut up and get killed."

After sending Naoki's attack, the viper tells him like he's stunned.

"Shut up. Ahhh! Kill me now!

Shortly after he called, Naoki suddenly fell to be crushed.

"It's better if you don't."

Milk holding Naoki down with mindfulness momentum walks slowly and breaks in between Viper and Naoki.

"The miscellaneous fish was cleared up openly. I got away with a few of them. '

When Viper looked over at the entrance after hearing the milk dialogue, several vampires were crumbling, snagging against the floor and walls. Cherry blossoms, Thomas, Sylvia and how many nights, Cristian and Red Clothes are still engaged.

Naoki, did you regret killing Tsukimi...

Moving right in front of Naoki, who fell into depression, the milk speaks in a quiet tone.

"Milk...... I want my time back. I want to go to Parallel World. I want to start over in the world where I make it...... Milk, you're a mad scientist, aren't you? That's about it..."

Naoki, coveted from the edge of her mouth, looks up at the milk and says:

"Hey, make it. Show this fool your twat. '

"Jesus, My Master"

Naoki did not miss hearing the voice emanating from a remote position, according to Milk's words. Hearing that nostalgic voice, Naoki's whole body stiffened and her eyes opened wide.

Naoki's teeth are ringing. I was never born so nervous. In an attempt to raise his face to the voice, he realizes that he has been freed from the mindfulness of the milk and wakes himself up.

And there was a gardener in a smog. On the window at the top of the blowout of the entrance, Tsukimi sat down and looked down at Naoki with no expression.

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