Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

the other side.

Beneath the collapsed theater.

The pile of rubble shifted, making a soft, grinding sound.

A charred hand emerged from the rubble.

He dug his five fingers into the cracks in the stone, struggling to hold on.

Another arm stretched out, equally charred and mangled.

Bill slowly crawled out of the rubble.

His appearance no longer bears the resemblance to his original cold and handsome vampire self.

Large areas of his skin were charred black, with numerous bloody cracks, some so deep that the bone was visible.

His hair was burned off, exposing his festering scalp, and in some places, you could even see the white skull.

His left shoulder was sunken, with bone protruding from his flesh, and dark red blood stained the white bone fragments.

Below the knee of his right leg, only half of it remained, and the severed area was a bloody mess.

His whole body looked like a bloodied man who had just crawled out of purgatory.

He lay on the rubble, panting heavily.

Every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain, and my chest felt like it was being repeatedly burned by flames.

The pain came from the skin and flesh.

It comes from the bones.

It comes from every inch of blood vessel.

even……

It came from the depths of my soul.

A deep sense of horror welled up in Bill's eyes.

That mage.

That high-ranking mage.

Only a basic electrical spark was used.

It triggered an explosion comparable to legendary magic?

How is that possible?

This is impossible!

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear in his heart.

But it's okay.

He can be brought back to life.

Given time, this broken body will heal itself.

Flesh and blood will regenerate, and bones will be reconnected.

He will be perfectly fine.

then……

He will find that mage.

Drain his blood, drop by drop.

Make him regret everything he did today.

Bill lay on the rubble, waiting.

Wait for your body to begin healing.

however.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

He looked down at his broken leg.

There was no granulation tissue moving at the wound site.

There was no black blood return.

Only dark red blood continued to slowly seep out, pooling into small blood pools among the rubble.

Healing speed...

It's incredibly slow.

Bill's pupils contracted slightly.

How could this be...?

Just then.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Bill looked up abruptly.

A long, narrow airship hovered above him, casting a huge shadow.

The moonlight was blocked, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

On the airship, a figure flipped and leaped off.

boom.

Lin Gui landed three meters in front of him.

The heel of the boot shattered the rubble, sending debris flying.

Bill stared at him.

A frenzied killing intent surged in his eyes, and...

A hint of fear that he himself was unaware of.

"You've arrived."

He laughed hoarsely.

"it is good."

"That saves me the trouble of looking for it..."

Lin Gui didn't look at him.

He looked down at his left hand.

There, a glass bead lay quietly, its surface reflecting the faint moonlight.

"Thanks."

He said softly.

"Thanks to you all, I was able to find him."

The glass bead wobbled slightly.

The soul light flickered slightly, as if to say, "You're welcome."

Lin Gui put away the bead and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

Raise your right hand.

In the void, a staff slowly appeared.

A semi-divine artifact, the Wind Whisperer's Staff.

The staff is long and slender, with a faint blue sheen, and its surface is covered with fine runes.

The blue crystal at the tip of the staff seemed to be flowing with the wind, occasionally producing a soft whistling sound.

Lin Gui gripped his staff tightly, aiming it at Bill.

Bill looked at him and sneered.

"What, you want to kill me?"

He struggled to sit up, blood gushing from the severed limb.

"I am immortal."

"Once my injuries heal..."

"I'll settle the score with you."

Lin Gui looked at him indifferently.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

He paused.

"I have to kill you before that guy catches up."

"I don't want her to know about this ability of mine."

Bill paused for a moment.

Then, the laughter grew even more maniacal, echoing through the ruins.

"Kill him?"

He opened his charred hands.

"I am immortal!"

"I am the incarnation of the Blood God!"

"No one can kill him..."

The ghost in the forest began to chant.

The incantation is very short.

The syllables are rapid.

Less than two seconds...

finished.

Bill's laughter sounded stuck in his throat.

Wind Blade Technique.

Intermediate-level magic.

Lin Gui chose it not because of its great power.

It's because it's fast.

During this mission, he drew a sufficient number of Wind Blade spells.

My proficiency level has been raised to LV8.

The chanting time is only two seconds.

High-level magic?

It takes at least ten seconds to start.

and……

The range of the Soul Attachment Technique only extends to the intermediate level.

Even when attached to high-level magic, its destructive power to the soul will be weakened.

As for the immortal monster before them...

Only an attack on the soul can cause real harm.

This weakness...

Bill himself said it.

He probably doesn't know.

His every word and action was heard by the "residents" of Mirror City.

Then, it reached Lin Gui.

Lin Gui raised his staff.

The white light of the Soul Possession spell wrapped around the staff, making it particularly conspicuous in the night.

next moment.

A pale blue wind blade shot out from the tip of the staff!

laugh……!

The wind blades sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking Bill.

It cuts in from the left shoulder and exits through the right rib.

It left a deep wound that exposed bone, with flesh torn and twisted.

Bill's body trembled violently.

He opened his mouth wide.

But no sound came out.

because……

pain.

An indescribable pain.

It's not physical pain.

It was a pain of his soul being torn apart, as if countless hands were tearing at his consciousness.

Even when his head was severed or he was beaten to pieces, he had never felt this kind of pain.

The second wind blade followed immediately.

laugh!

The left arm was severed at the elbow.

The severed arm fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a spring, rolling among the rubble.

It has not healed.

There was no rebirth.

Only blood, flowing endlessly.

Bill looked down at the wound on his severed arm.

Tears welled up in my eyes...

fear.

"No……"

He murmured.

The third way.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

Wind blades, like invisible daggers, continuously sliced ​​through his body.

Right arm severed.

Left leg broken.

The abdomen was torn open, and the internal organs were vaguely visible.

His chest was cut open, revealing his slowly beating heart, which squeezed out more blood with each beat.

Bill's screams echoed through the ruins.

That wasn't a human voice.

It was the desperate howl of a dying beast.

He doesn't understand.

It's a body that doesn't feel pain even when it's cut off.

Why does it hurt so much?

Why the wound...?

It won't heal anymore?

"Stop...stop!"

He roared.

"I beg you...stop!"

Lin Gui did not stop.

A madness surged in Bill's eyes.

He raised his only remaining right hand.

Fresh blood surged, transforming into blood arrows that shot out!

Lin Gui dodged to the side, the arrow of blood grazing the hem of his clothes.

With a light tap of the levitation spell, I floated backward three meters.

An oak staff emerged from the void and landed at his feet.

He sat on the staff, suspended in mid-air.

Distance yourself from Bill.

Wind Blade Technique, unleashed once more.

Bill's second blood magic had just taken shape.

It was shattered by the wind blades, and blood mist scattered everywhere.

The third way.

The fourth one.

Whenever he tried to retaliate, Lin Gui's wind blades always managed to interrupt him first.

With the blessing of a semi-divine artifact, the casting time of the wind blade...

Reduced to less than one second.

Its power has also been enhanced.

Although it still doesn't reach the level of high-level magic.

But when combined with the Soul Possession Technique, the damage to the soul...

enough.

One.

Another one.

Bill's body gradually shattered amidst the wind blades.

His screams gradually turned into sobs.

The sobbing turned into unconscious groans.

finally……

All that remained were gasps for breath, weak, intermittent gasps for breath.

The ghost floated down in front of him.

Looking down at the vampire who had been cut into pieces.

Bill's head rolled to the side.

Her lips were still moving.

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

"What...are you...?"

Lin Gui did not answer.

He raised his staff.

The final wind blade.

laugh……

The head was split in two.

Vampire Bill.

Completely dead.