Chapter 285 Fear Overwhelms Desire

"I'm so lucky. No one is watching here, and I can finally take action at will."

Chud Osmar sighed sincerely, and kicked the vampire to another roof with a quick and powerful kick.

The loose snow slid perfectly from both sides of the bulging roof in the middle. Barbara, who fell on the solid snow, was rolling around like a little girl who was playing on the ground but had the carpet suddenly taken away from her body. Make sure you don’t fall with them.

She was embarrassed, but she managed to secure her position.

The sound of snow falling to the ground was very soft, and was completely submerged in the fierce barking of dogs in the distance.

No one tried to gather around them anymore, and Barbara caused a large number of wounded during the demonstration, allowing the locals to distract the most energy from rescuing the wounded.

No one would bother them now—and no one would save her.

During the day, Clayton's strength is only one-fifth of his werewolf form. Because Barbara is more compatible with the curse, she has stronger resistance to sunlight. Even if she becomes weak after two blood donations, she can still exert half of the power of her night state at this moment.

But Chud Osmar was different.

He didn't look human, but he didn't show weakness in the sun either.

All actions are very natural, and there is no sense of sluggishness in moving in a repressive environment.

Is it a secret?

Several consecutive attacks were repulsed, and even the cold attack failed. She tried to fight in close quarters but was suppressed by Osmar's fighting skills. After experiencing these failures, Barbara suddenly realized that her strength seemed insufficient. She felt regretful about facing the enemy in front of her alone.

Of course, there is no conflict between regret and taking action.

It was winter now, and the snow under Osmar's feet had not yet melted. Barbara raised her hand, and the white snow multiplied silently upwards like bubbles with life, wrapping Osmar's shoes, and then She jumped towards the opponent's side, intending to attack Osmar's back.

But once again she was repulsed.

Osmar was better at timing than she was.

When he was raising his legs to avoid Barbara's plot, he could still take the time to slap her, causing her to stagger and her spine seemed to be damaged.

Barbara is good at killing, but she's not good at fighting.

She was already very aware of the vital points of the body, but once she couldn't kill with one blow, her poor fighting skills put her in trouble.

It was precisely because he knew this characteristic that Clayton made her act together with Clara.

Clara does not understand the vitality of human beings, but she is not afraid of killing, and Kuok's modified body is very strong and can definitely restrict Osmar's actions.

But she abandoned Clara.

"Vampire, do you think you can kill me? Are you the only one?"

Osmar looked at her, but made no move to come closer. He just watched her slowly getting up with interest.

If the monster controlling Kuok's body was still there, he would definitely hide far away. Because Kuok's body was being blessed, and even if he was confident that he would not be killed by these two guys, he was not willing to suffer in the flames of witchcraft.

The body that had been burned by the spiritual flames still felt phantom pain.

He looked down at his palm and grasped it, trying to make sure it was still as responsive as ever.

Barbara did not answer his question because she was ashamed of her lust-driven behavior.

She wants to apologize to the others when she gets back.

"Do you have a good relationship with Clayton Bello? Are you willing to kill me for him?"

"Mr. Bello is a good man, but I came to kill you because you prevented us from going home for the holidays." Barbara said honestly. "Your magic circle won't let us leave Gevo."

"What?"

Osmar was surprised.

Barbara looked at him lustfully, accusing him of his callousness.

Osmar's surprise gradually subsided. He gradually realized that this misunderstanding was not a bad thing, and his mood returned to calm: "Then, if I give you another chance to leave Jevo on your own, will you go?"

Barbara stopped talking, greed and hesitation switching in her heart.

She couldn't decide whether to find a way to stay and eat Osmar, or whether they should go their separate ways.

Osmar made the choice for her.

"It seems you don't want to leave. That's not bad. Don't get me wrong. I intend to kill you. This has never changed, at least it hasn't changed today. The problem just now is really just a problem."

The vampire was finally enraged.

She screamed and reached out to Osmar.

All the blood in her body rushed to the front of her limbs, dyeing her palms red from the inside out, and swollen them.

Without any weapons, the blood coagulates in the blood vessels, increasing the strength of her torso. The subtle changes in the liquid are better than the contraction of muscles, allowing her to perform all kinds of incredible skills, and even achieve changes within a certain range. body shape effect.

The sudden increase in pressure caused her shoes to crack, revealing the same red soles.

Both Barbara's hands and feet seemed to have independent consciousness at this moment. In turn, they pulled the stiff and motionless torso, narrowly escaping Osmar's attack, and then danced like crazy. The posture launched a counterattack.

This was an almost unpredictable attack, but Osmar managed to avoid it.

The red claws just brushed past his face, and the reflection of the claws in his pupils was almost the same size as the actual size, and he didn't blink at all.

Then Barbara's hand exploded.

Bright blood bloomed on her right wrist, and Osmar's open eyes were completely covered with thick blood plasma, and he lost his vision instantly. Then there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and Osmar's body shrank while retreating. He could only hear the sound of clothes tearing in his ears, and then there was no sound.

He dodged the attack again.

When he wiped his eyes, he could only see Barbara's figure shrinking on the street.

After dodging the most likely blow to kill Osmar, Barbara fled without hesitation.

It was a tactic like a squid escaping from a predator, simple but practical.

Osmar blinked his eyes between the blood stains, and his scattered pupils gathered on Barbara again, but he did not get angry, but stared at her back thoughtfully, and waited until the back disappeared before he jumped off the roof and slowly followed her.

He didn't need to think about where the woman was going. Since she had escaped by luck, it was fate.

Then it was his turn to have good luck next.

Fate was very fair.

Osmar put his bloody fingers into his pocket, pinched out a cigarette and lit it, and walked tiredly on this straight dirt road. He was covered in blood and ragged, but no one stopped him. Occasionally, someone saw him through the window, but just stayed indoors.

The barking of dogs in the distance had not stopped, attracting the hunters who were planning to catch them but didn't know their location yet.

Osmar didn't know who did it, but he was grateful.

He failed to kill the vampire, but the way back was very peaceful. As the saying goes, there are gains and losses, which is also one aspect of the balance of fate.

Not long after he left, the familiar building appeared again.

The doctor's home - he left to avoid the dark descendant who controlled Quoke's body, but now he is back.

Osmar thought about it, walked over and opened the door, and saw Pei Lun still waiting on the first floor.

When he was attacked, Perron did not notice the attacker's invasion at all, and after he left, the two banshees did not deal with the innkeeper for some reason.

After all, he was just a human who was not deeply involved in the secrets, and he was not enough to deal with the darkborn.

Osmar thought he was useless, but since Quoke said he was very useful, Osmar chose to believe him again.

"Let's go, since the sacrifices have been gathered, let's go to the ceremony." He waved to Perron. "After many years, the door will open again. You should also be proud, because not many people can see this scene."

Perron's spirit is connected with Quoke, and this consistency is very clear in the eyes of people with "talent".

Osmar almost nags Perron as Quoke, but Perron said nothing, just silently holding the two-handed sword and walked to his side.

The extremely blasphemous black mass continued.

Father Louis hummed in a hymn tone, praising the greatness of the creation of the Father and the world that grows from light.

Donna looked in the opposite direction from him, kneeling down to the church on his side, chanting in the same tone, giving thanks to the Creator who gave her purity and life.

A gust of wind seemed to blow in the cemetery, blowing through the tombstones and making a humming sound.

Hearing these sounds, Louis stopped involuntarily and looked blankly at the air between the tombstones.

Even if he promised to preside over the black mass for these people, he still hoped that the Father would give him revelation through natural changes and tell him to "return to the right path". A small breeze or even the shaking of the flame on the candle would make him uneasy and give rise to all kinds of fantasies. He could not regain his attention to the black mass until the black-haired girl made a dissatisfied expression on her face, suggesting that he should continue.

And such pauses had occurred many times, and Clayton was already impatient.

If Louis was his soldier, his back should be covered with whip marks now.

The longer they dragged on, the greater the possibility of being discovered by others.

He leaned against the side of the church and looked inside the door. He could see the benches for believers were pushed to the sides over the pulpit. The heads, broken teeth and bodies of the mosquito slayer and Quoke were lying quietly on the central floor of the chapel. Many white candles surrounded them, the candle cores were burning brightly, and the transparent wax flowing in the top depressions was overflowing like the tears of the Virgin Mary.

The glass windows of the dome at the top of the church let light in, and there was a visible beam of light in the center, covering the things below.

Clayton did not believe in God.

This was not to say that he did not believe in the existence of the gods of the White Church, after all, those miracles could not be faked, but - he did not like a guy who always tested others.

Even if the Father was really the creator who gave him life, the torture he had received in the past ten years should have paid off his debt.

Now he only lived for himself and his family.