Marvel Ninja God Chapter 481: Blood Count

If you can study how the different bloodlines complement each other perfectly from the Blade Warrior, then Rogge can try the experiment that he has wanted to do for a long time, but has never had the opportunity to do it.

"Delegate?"

I don't know why, after seeing Rogge channeling out a commission scroll, the blade warrior suddenly felt that the Konoha special fighter who claimed to be Namikaze Minato gave him a kind of encounter with Konoha four generations of Hokage. Feel.

It is said that the fourth-generation Naruto had an obsessive-compulsive disorder to sign a commission scroll with a client when he was a private detective.

Is this a special tradition of the Konoha Intelligence Agency?

The blade fighter opened the blank commission scroll and checked it carefully, and this idea popped into his mind involuntarily.

"Rest assured, I have a good reputation in the industry.

"By the way, let me tell you something, my commission completion rate is 100%!

"As long as you sign the scroll, within an hour you can see Jacob's head in front of you. Well, simple enough."

Rogge knew that the Blade fighter would not trust himself so easily, but he wasn't worried about the end result.

"Is the wager a reward?"

After thinking about it for more than ten seconds, the blade warrior asked again.

"No. Bet is bet, reward is reward, that's two different things."

While a wager could also be a reward for commissioning, Roger did not intend to do so.

The bet is just to make the Blade Warrior willingly follow him back to Konoha for experiments.

If the wager is used as a reward, the commission will be left unfinished for a long time, so that he cannot accept other commissions until the experiment is completed.

"What's the reward then?"

After hearing Rogge's answer, a vigilant look appeared on the Blade Warrior's face.

"It's very simple, just help me pay for the glass of wine just now!"

Rogge revealed a reward that was completely beyond the Blades' imagination.

"Aren't you kidding me?"

"I am Minato, I never joke about commissions!"

Looking at Rogge with a serious expression on his face, the Blade Warrior finally made a reward for signing a commission.

"Delegation content: Bring the head of the Bloodline Earl Jacob Luther to the Blade Warrior; Delegate Status: Unfinished; Delegate Reward: 30 Ninja Coins!"

As expected by Rogge, the entrustment of the Blade Warrior successfully passed the judgment of the system, and the system gave a not very high entrustment reward.

"Your commission, I took it!"

After taking back the consignment scroll from the Blade Warrior's hand, Rogge glanced at the reward written on it.

Twenty dollars!

A regular Jameson whisky can't be that expensive.

Strictly speaking, the reward given by the Blade Warrior is already a premium.

"You can share your experience with your peers here, I'll be back soon!"

As soon as the voice fell, Rogge's body shone with a brilliant light like an aurora, and then disappeared completely.

At this time, Jacob never thought that someone would pay twenty dollars to buy his life.

And the killer invited is a ninja who never misses.

As the blood prince of Los Angeles, Jacob has a lot of business in Los Angeles.

This obscure building is one of them.

Whenever the night comes, Jacob likes to stand alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office with a cup of fresh "drinks" just taken out of the girl's body and some residual warmth, admiring the sight of Los Angeles. A never-ending night view.

But this evening, Jacob obviously didn't have such a leisurely mood.

He was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes looking into the distance.

But what he is thinking about now is not the glory of the blood clan and his own life experience, but how to capture at least twenty living werewolves before the arrival of the blood clan Duke William.

Jacob would never have imagined that he would miss these old enemies so much.

If he could, he would even like to double the number of werewolves in Los Angeles.

It is best to be a young werewolf who is young, likes to be independent, and extremely rejects group behavior.

But he knows that this kind of thing can only be imagined in his mind.

Although werewolves are crazier than vampires, they are not so crazy that they are irrational.

Just after Jacob sighed for an unknown number of times tonight, an aurora-like brilliant light lit up four or five meters behind him.

Then, Rogge, who still maintained the appearance of Minato Nakaze, appeared in the office.

Almost at the moment when the light of quantum teleportation lit up, Jacob sensed Rogge's arrival.

"Who are you?"

Jacob exuded a ferocious aura, and asked in a cold voice.

"Konoha, Namikaze Minato!"

Jacob couldn't possibly know who Minato Namikaze was, so Roger deliberately added the prefix Konoha.

Konoha!

If there is anyone Jacob doesn't want to see now, the Konoha's person is definitely at the top of the list, even two more than the blood Duke William.

As for the second place, of course, is his unachievable descendant, James, who will only continue to cause him trouble.

"Our blood clan has never had a dispute with Konoha, and we don't plan to be an enemy of Konoha."

In Jacob's capacity, implicitly expressing concessions is the limit of what he can do.

"I'm not here for business."

When answering Jacob, Rogge used Chakra Perception to sense Jacob's situation.

As expected of a blood clan earl, his life strength is very high!

The energy intensity is not weak, and he should be proficient in a lot of blood race magic.

By sensing Jacob's life strength and energy strength, Rogge roughly judged his strength.

"What do you mean?"

Jacob suddenly had a bad intuition.

"Someone pays to buy your head, so willing to pay!" (Note 1)

Rogge said casually, as if the one standing in front of him was not a blood clan earl at all, but a slave without any resistance.

"Hahaha... I want to know that you don't have the right to receive the money for selling my head.

"Tell me, let me see how much my head is worth!"

Jacob let out a disdainful laugh, drank the bright red liquid in the glass, and then gently placed the empty glass on the desk.

"Twenty dollars!"

"What?"

"Your head is only worth twenty dollars!"

Rogge revealed the rewards of the Blades.

Then, he saw a drunken crimson on Jacob's pale face.

"Your name is Minato Namikaze, right? Well, you managed to anger a blood race count!

"I can assure you that I will not kill you, I will transform you into the lowest blood slave, and let your soul live forever!"

Jacob suppressed his anger, a cruel smile on his face.

"Really? I wouldn't mind if you could do it!"

Rogge took Jacob's threat to heart.

A threat from a blood clan earl is not a threat at all.

At the moment Rogge had just finished speaking, Jacob came to him like a ghost, and his white, corpse-like right hand turned into a sharp claw and grabbed it directly towards his heart. .

Shadow Claws!

In the face of Jacob's menacing blow, Rogge did not dodge or evade, as if he had no time to react.

However, just when Jacob's right paw, which was wrapped in a shadow, was about to touch Rogge, an orange-red flame appeared in front of Rogge out of thin air, helping him block Jacob. the blow.

This is?

The moment the orange-red flame emerged, Jacob realized something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

The orange-red flame, which seemed to be indistinguishable from ordinary flames, instantly devoured his right hand.

Although Jacob immediately urged the "power of blood" in his body to protect his right hand, it did not change the outcome of his right hand being quickly burned to ashes.

Hellfire!

As a vampire, Jacob is no stranger to hellfire.

Although the blood race has a resilience that far exceeds that of ordinary people, this extraordinary resilience is not always effective.

For example, in the face of hellfire.

With his right hand burned to ashes by hellfire, Jacob did not hesitate at all, and immediately stepped back, trying to distance himself from Rogge.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

As soon as Jacob had the idea of ​​stepping back, Rogge's right hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Bat incarnation!

The power of blood in Jacob's body surged again, and he performed one of the signature magics of the vampire.

Just as Jacob's body began to turn into black bats, a mass of hellfire emerged from Rogge's right hand, completely wrapping Jacob's body.

Before those black bats could take off, they were burned to nothingness by hellfire.

"Want to leave so soon~IndoMTL.com~ It's not good!"

Bat incarnation is not a magic used to attack, but a magic used to avoid damage or escape.

According to the difference in strength, the number of bats transformed by the bat incarnation is also different.

If you are a vampire duke who is proficient in magic, it is not difficult to incarnate into thousands of bats at one time.

"Who are you?"

When the bat incarnation was forcibly cracked by Roger's hellfire, Jacob knew that he was probably going to be bad luck tonight.

"As I said earlier, my name is Minato Namikaze, and someone offered twenty dollars to buy your head, so I came here."

After answering the last question in Jacob's life, Roger did not continue to waste time on Jacob, and burned Jacob's body below his neck to ashes.

The astonishing vitality of the blood race was once again manifested at this time.

Even with only one head left, Jacob didn't die immediately.

If he can return to the blood pool in the clan in time, he can still recover with only one head left.

But unfortunately, he won't have such an opportunity.

Holding Jacob's head, Rogge performed quantum teleportation again, and then disappeared completely.

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