Chapter 2390 - Weird Movement

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"I'm Mo Fan. Can you please die as you have wished?" Mo Fan suddenly appeared in front of the Duke of Syam.

He had used Blink to instantly appear in front of the vampire.

The air Mo Fan was carrying was being manipulated by Chaos Magic. The Duke of Syam reacted very quickly, dodging to the side swiftly, but was still lifted off the ground by a strange force.

The Duke of Syam was flying upward due to the reversal of gravity.

"Heavenly Flames Pattern!"

A huge burning Pattern appeared under Mo Fan's feet. The thick flames formed a magic Gate.

The Gate was connected to the Earth's crust. The lava in the Earth's crust emerged from the Gate in the form of a terrifying pillar, heading right at the Duke of Syam.

The Duke of Syam was devoured by the pillar of lava, and quickly turned into a burned corpse. His remains slammed heavily into the ground.

Mo Fan took a deep breath. Using a few different spells in a short period of time was like sprinting while not breathing. He needed some time to catch his breath!

To his surprise, the burned corpse on the street crawled back to its feet.

It stood there motionless. The holes under its nose shrank rapidly.

Thick red strings instantly flowed into the corpse, like thousands of streams gathering in the same spot.

The burned corpse was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh that was scorched by the flames began to repair itself as new skin grew over its surface.

The corpse had fully repaired itself before the flames even dissipated. The recovery speed was several times quicker than Healing Magic. It was absolutely shocking to see!

"It has recovered so quickly?" Mo Fan knew the Blood Tribe had the ability to heal their injuries by drinking blood, but the old man's regeneration was insanely fast. Mo Fan had yet to catch his breath!

"I was asking you to remember my name, you idiot!" the Duke of Syam yelled at him.

He was supposed to be a God of Death. He could not care less about ordinary people's names, but they should remember the name of the God of Death! Years from now, whenever he revealed his name, mundanes should immediately submit themselves and offer their fresh blood!

"Their blood is so disgusting. The quality of human blood has deteriorated significantly compared to the old times!" The Duke of Syam lifted his arms.

He was drinking the residents' blood recklessly despite his complaints. It had been a while since Mo Fan had last met a hypocrite like him!

"Back in my time, you didn't even have the right to kneel before me, let alone have me bury you with my own hands!" the Duke of Syam grumbled. He sounded like being sent here to take care of Mo Fan was just a filthy job.

Mo Fan was done catching his breath.

"You still look like you have lived in the sewers after being around for a thousand years. A sewer bug will forever be a sewer bug, no matter how long it has lived. It will never become a real dragon, don't you understand?" Mo Fan taunted the talkative vampire.

As he thought, even the slightest disrespect was enough to drive the thousand-year-old vampire crazy, not to mention Mo Fan striking the needle on the head.

"An inferior species like you will never understand the nobility of our lineage. Dragons are just bigger-sized lizards in our eyes!" The Duke of Syam floated up into the air.

Mo Fan's Dark Vein became restless, sending a shiver down Mo Fan's spine.

He turned around and saw the Duke of Syam was already behind him with his fangs exposed. The fangs were as long as fingers and as thin as needles!

Mo Fan threw a punch out without any hesitation. The fist ignited huge sparks in the air and fired a burning Fist at the vampire.

The Duke of Syam burst out laughing as he dodged the Flaming Fist with a weird movement pattern. His back was facing Mo Fan like a model on a stage as he delivered his speech.

"I once had a vast territory. I only drank the blood of beautiful young virgins.

"My time will soon return. The darkness will finally conquer the world. The mutant races will rise as your masters!"

Mo Fan was releasing lightning from his hand. He gathered several hundred lightning arcs before hurling them at the Duke of Syam.

The lightning swept forward, leaving behind a burning smell.

The Duke of Syam was still giving his speech in a disdainful tone. However, his voice was coming from a different direction now.

The previous figure with its back facing Mo Fan had turned into black mist, dissipating in the lightning.

The Duke of Syam appeared ten meters away from Mo Fan. He was walking around casually while provoking Mo Fan, as if he was just fooling with him.

Mo Fan was not frustrated after missing his attacks. He was watching the vampire carefully.

The vampire's movements were unpredictable. Did he have a few shadow clones, or was he relocating himself with a spell similar to Fleeing Shadow?

A Fleeing Shadow would leave traces behind. It was impossible for the vampire to Blink to a different spot.

Mo Fan was struggling to figure out the vampire's ability. He was not in a rush to attack the vampire, either.

"Who's there? Why are you Casting destructive spells here? Please show us your permit, or we'll arrest you according to the law!"

A few people who were dressed as City Hunters arrived while Mo Fan was fighting the Duke of Syam.

A middle-aged man stood at one end of the street. A female Wind Mage was hovering above the roofs.

Three City Hunters were surrounding them from different directions.

"Back away, don't come any closer!" Mo Fan frowned. He was surprised that a squad of City Hunters had arrived so quickly.

"Is that a joke? We are City Hunters who protect the city. You should be the one backing away!" the Wind Mage hovering above the roofs shot back.

The Wind Mage owned a set of Magic Wings. A pair of blue wings were draped over her shoulders. She was looking down at Mo Fan and the Duke of Syam from above, talking in a proud and arrogant tone!

"Tsk tsk!" A strange chuckle suddenly appeared beside the Wind Mage.

The Wind Mage did not notice a face had appeared beside her neck.

Before she could react, the Duke of Syam had already torn her neck in half. Fresh blood sprayed out of her like watermelon juice.

"Damn it, don't they have any common sense as Hunters?" Mo Fan cursed loudly.

Mo Fan was obviously scolding the Wind Mage. How foolish was she to fly into a danger zone just because she had Magic Wings?

Mo Fan used to be a City Hunter. The first thing a squad of City Hunters should do was evaluate the danger level of the demon creature they were going up against!

If the demon creatures were far too powerful for them to handle, they should notify the South Wing Platoon and request backup!

Mo Fan had already told them to stay away, but the Wind Mage insisted on delivering her life to the enemy!

"Zhou Li!" a young man on the roofs yelled angrily. He was ready to jump into the sky to save the female Mage called Zhou Li.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Stay away if you aren't a Super Mage!"

Mo Fan was previously on the ground, but he suddenly Blinked over to the young man and held him down.

"Super....Super Mage?" The young man was stunned.