Chapter 64: Gradually Skilled

Chapter 64: Gradually Skilled

Not good!

Following Argos’s gaze, Emlyn White noticed the old newspapers and small wooden box he had forgotten to deal with.

Although they had originally belonged to this room, they had been in different places before. Now that they were placed together, they looked rather strange, as if someone had intended to use them for something, only to temporarily give up.

Then why would that person have temporarily given up? Had they been disturbed by the knock on the door? And did that mean the murderer had not left, but was hiding in some corner of the room? Similar questions flashed through Argos’s and Emlyn White’s minds at the same time. The only difference was that one had suddenly grown suspicious, while the other was reverse-deducing what the other party would think.

Not good!

The two vampires reacted simultaneously. Argos abruptly pounced to the side, and dense black gas spread from behind him, shaped like bat wings. Meanwhile, Emlyn White’s fingers rapidly slid over the opened Leymano’s Travels.

All at once, silver-white radiance flashed and again illuminated the entire room.

The lightning with spread branches failed to strike Argos, hitting the ground beside the bed instead. It shattered into countless tiny electric serpents and leaped toward the nearby objects with better conductivity.

Among them, the wings Argos had created from dense black gas seemed especially favored by lightning. Many silver-white electric serpents chased them, crackled as they destroyed them, and spread to the surface of his body.

Argos was paralyzed for a full second. He failed to bounce up after landing and instead fell with a thud.

Emlyn hurriedly flipped through Leymano’s Travels, his finger once again sliding over a Lightning Strike page.

Although he did not know why there were so many Lightning Strike pages, occupying half of the yellow-brown parchment section, at that moment, he was endlessly grateful that he could continue using them.

Silver-white lightning fell from thin air and struck Argos directly. The artificial vampire, who had just shaken off his paralysis and was about to leap away, immediately emitted a burst of black smoke from his body and trembled uncontrollably from head to toe.

Seizing this opportunity, Emlyn White straightened his knees and pushed off with both feet. Moving so fast he almost dragged an afterimage behind him, he closed in on Argos, wrapped his right arm around the other man’s head, and, with a nimble twist, flashed behind him.

Crack!

Argos saw his own back.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot. Several swollen, ulcerated patches on his face split open completely, and deep, illusory darkness surged out of them.

Emlyn did not understand what change had occurred. His feet slipped, and by instinct, he retreated, changing position repeatedly.

Argos did not pursue. His eyes seemed to have lost all reason, containing only pure malice, madness, and obvious confusion.

He lifted both hands, pressed them to either side of his own head, and violently twisted, turning it back to the correct direction amid a crisp crack.

Around this artificial vampire, deep darkness surged as though it wanted to swallow everything.

Afterward, Argos moved his swaying neck left and right. His entire body had now become swollen and rotten, seeping disgusting pus.

He had come to see Galis Kevin tonight precisely because he was showing signs of losing control and needed to discuss a solution. The reason he had turned back halfway was that he had suddenly wondered whether the terrible environment was causing an intense negative impact on his extraordinary sense of smell and sharp senses, thereby triggering those signs of loss of control.

Now, beneath the shadow of death, he had collapsed completely.

He had truly lost control.

When Argos’s gaze swept over him, Emlyn White’s heart trembled. He felt that he had encountered trouble again, and could not help cursing this group of Primordial Moon…